We got our shit together, bitches! We finished building the dorm buildings, which we have decided to call the Height Alliance. Shouta and Yagi got permission from all the parents to get the students in. Somehow, there was no problem convincing parents to let their kids stay at a school that keeps getting attacked. Heck, my mom didn't even have a question, although I believe that is due to the fact she can't separate me from Shouta after that whole shebang.

Speaking of that, yeah...I will admit that I have been more protective of Shouta. It works both ways, which I'm pretty sure isn't healthy, but we are slowly working on it.

But that's the boring shit, so moving on!

What have I been doing in an attempt to help society? I've been assisting Maijima to bring electricity and water to the dorms. Easy as shit. Then, Nezu gave Nemuri decorating privileges. I love decorating, so I shoved myself in, and we got the place barely furnished. The kids can bring their own shit, after all. After that, I had to move Shouta's and my shit in since we aren't using the apartment anymore. Waste of money. I wasn't going to make the man overwork if he didn't have to, so I did the majority of it. I have unlimited energy for a reason!

Call me a push-over all you fucking want. Just know I will barrel roll and stand right back up again, bitches.

Finally, Nezu decided that I needed a new uniform to show that I'm a teacher assistant. Let me tell you: I'm salty about it. It's Nezu's outfit. The all-black suit with a white button-up and red tie? Yeah, that. There are only three things different about it. Instead of two rows of gold buttons like Nezu's, which is supposed to be a pullover vest, I have one row of black buttons to button together. In the breast pocket, I have the UA dark green handkerchief poking out to have the other school color. On the side without the pocket, there's a golden pin with the letters UA. Overall, I believe I look like Nezu and UA attempted to have a child; instead, they had a disaster. Then they had a divorce, making the child a psycho.

Can't do shit about it sadly. The only thing I'm glad about is that it's form-fitting. For some reason, the teachers seem amused by the outfit, especially for how much I have complained about it. Probably to make me suffer. Bitches.

Time to go to modern-day!

Class 1-A's bags have already been delivered, and I kindly brought them to their rooms like a proper gentleman. Now, we wait for the students to arrive. Meanwhile, I have shit to discuss with Sho because we haven't had the time to do it. With All Might's retirement, the crime rate has gone up, which forces Shouta to work more shifts.

Wait, I never mentioned that! All Might finally fucking retired! Well, he initially wasn't going to even though he only has an hour of hero time left before he becomes a bloody skeleton. Nezu and I (I was forced) sat him down and convinced him to retire. Now, he's working on finding a successor for his OP power. I have an idea of who it should be, but I won't say yet. Also, we convinced him to show the hero students his Jack Skellington self after they sign a waiver saying they won't spread it around.

Now that might seem stupid, but let me explain. All Might has the most experience of a hero amongst us all. You can't throw that knowledge away. Right now, I don't trust the man to keep his nose out of things. Like at the USJ, he will probably run out of time. That's a wasted day, and we need everything that we can get. The students need a reality check anyway. Besides, it might help with his self-esteem issues!

Anyway, back to reality! I face Shouta because we have that chat to do.

"I know you been busy with shit, but have you gotten a chance to look at the video I sent you?" I ask. I should have brought this up earlier before the students arrive, but oh well!

"The video of you being an idiot with a top villain? I saw it with my own eyes. Why do I need to watch a video?" God damn it, Shouta.

"Not only to appreciate my comebacks but for another reason. Shouta, what did we do after that?" The first part is a lie. You can't even hear me, and I can't help but feel disappointed. I THOUGHT THAT SHIT ON THE FLY, HONEY!

"...hug...they recorded that?"

"I mean, you have to look, but it's there in the corner. Most people don't recognize you, but my fellow mates can and probably will. They have to actually look to see us, though." He grunts.

"I'm assuming you're bringing this up because you want to know what to say."

"In case of emergency, yes."

"Don't bring it up around them. If they don't ask, we don't have to answer. If they do, try to distract them."

"I deny that will fucking work unless I start something."

"Then do it." Huh. Usually, he would tell me to watch my language. For how much I curse, he gave up most likely.

"And if they keep torturing me about it?"

"For how much you aggravate me, you should have plenty of experience dealing with it." Smack-down now of all times?

"That's me. What about you?"

"I have what you kids call 'street cred,' remember?"

"You ruined that the moment you hugged me."

"...I'll figure something out." Before I can continue the topic, I see class 1-A approaching us.

Iida is the first to approach, "Izuku, may I ask what the outfit is for?" I short-circuit. Then I scream and start running around in circles with the class looking at me like I have finally gone insane. Why?

BECAUSE IIDA DIDN'T AUTOMATICALLY ASSUME I WAS BREAKING THE RULES! THAT'S SOME MOTHER-FUCKING PROGRESS!

After a minute of running, I stop in front of him to reply, " I'm so proud right now! Iida, you didn't assume I was breaking the rules! To answer your question, though, this is the teacher assistant outfit I must wear too much of my disappointment."

"I'm glad I have made you happy! Thank you for informing me!" With that, he steps back in line, and we can continue.

I let Shouta do the speech. Of course, he decides to lead us in before starting to talk, " Welcome to Height Alliance, where you will be staying. This is the common area where you can find the kitchen, showers, and laundry."

"IS THIS A DREAM COME TRUE?!" Mineta screams. I want to break his soul, but that's Sho's job.

"They are separated by gender. Go in there, and I won't hesitate to expel," that busts Mineta's bubble, "now, everyone has a room with a space-heater, bathroom, fridge, and sink. You figure out the rest. You have today to get that straightened out. Your bags have already been taken to your room. Listen because I'm telling room numbers only once." Shouta quickly goes over their numbers, the students listening because they know better than to push limits. By the end, they were quick to notice one problem.

"Sir, I think you forgot Izuku," Momo says as she looks at me.

" Izuku can explain." Everyone turns to me expectantly. Fuck you too, Shouta.

"Because I am a teacher assistant, I'm placed in the old folk's dorms instead of the regular dorms. I have an entrance if anyone wants to visit, but don't dirty the place unless you want to fucking die. Don't go in without permission because I'm involved in a lot of shit. Don't enter the old folk's dorms directly unless you want to be burnt," I explain as I bounce on my toes.

Yes, I'm with the teachers rather than the students. While the teacher assistant reason is the main reason, there are also a couple of other reasons. The first reason that I have the apartment is that I can keep clean without having to go to the common room that could be a mess. I never have to leave it if I don't want to! It has a full bathroom (I don't have to shower with other boys), kitchen, living room, and two bedrooms like every separate teacher apartment. The second reason, and probably the more major reason, is because Shouta's and I's are connected so we can visit each other whenever needed without having to go into the hallway. I can't do that if I'm in class 1-A dorms.

Instantly, the students are interested.

Ashido is the first to launch, "Wait, so does that mean you can hang out with the teachers if you wanted to?"

"Yeah. I kind of have to." Sadly. Rephrase, I don't mind a majority of the teachers. The teachers I do mind are:

Recovery Girl (she hates me, I swear),

Vlad King (mostly for competition reasons),

Snipe (since Halloween, he has been salty), and

Yagi (I shouldn't have to explain.)

Everybody else, I don't mind. In fact, I enjoy some of their companies.

"So, we don't have to worry about you causing trouble in the dorms?" Momo asks. The fuck kind of question is that?

"Uh, you do. You ain't getting out of shit, missy." Shouta believes now is the time to step in. He pulls out an ugly thick red book and shows it to the class.

"He has certain things he can't do. If he does them, he will get in trouble. Let me know if he does."

"What's the point of the book, though?"

"It shows you everything you can't do and the punishment. Did you not find it on the desk?"

"OH, THAT BOOK! Bitch, I threw it away!" I wasn't willing to read a rule list for me. If I break a rule, oh well. I wouldn't be me if I followed the rules.

"LANGUAGE!" Sonic demands, chopping his arms in front of me. At this point, he says it so much to me that I need a variety of names.

Shouta merely sighs, "Do whatever. I left the rules on the table. Read them. " With that, he walks off. I'll aggravate him later. Right now, time to provoke class 1-B!

I walk in their building to see Vlad King explaining each of the rules to them. Why I don't know, but he if wants to, alright.

"Don't stay out past curfew. We have cameras with motion detection that automatically warn the teachers if you're out of your room." Time to ruin this family moment.

"Including me, bitches!"

"Midoriya, get out!"

"Nope! I can be here all I want." That triggers class 1-B.

"WHAT?!" I chuckle.

"I'm a teacher assistant, remember? I watch over you little chicklings as well." I hear a scoff before turning to see Monoma, a blonde boy with the quirk copy. The only other person who is serious about the whole competition.

"Little chicklings? I deny you have the right to call us that when you are in the same grade as us. You think you're so powerful, yet you're quirkless." I smirk.

"Correct. However, you happen to be quirkless as well unless you touch someone for their quirk. People aren't always going to be there for you. I recommend working without your quirk because, like many others, you rely on it too much. I have broken my boundaries, but have you broken yours?"

"I-I!" Vlad King stands up, standing in between the class and me.

"Don't worry about it, Monoma. He may be right, but we're working on it. Now Midoriya, after disturbing my class, can you please leave?"

"Alright then! Bye, everyone, see you around!" With that, I go to check on the other classes' dorms.

---

Surprisingly enough, I didn't start a fight with anyone else! I got to see Shinso, so I'm happy about that. I decided to go back to class 1-A since that is technically my class when I see an exciting development.

The girls decided to do a room presentation contest. I, of course, want out of this because they're just going to give me anxiety for how messy their rooms possibly are.

Too bad, I can't get out of it! UGH! Since my room is not here, I'm going to assume that I'm exempt from this competition, so that's something. The girls rush to the boy's dorm section and get straight to. I'm not going to stop them when this is the chance I can judge my classmates.

Tokoyami - He obviously didn't want us in because he blocked the door. Ashido and Hagakure had to push him out of the way to get in. His room is the definition of depression. Or dark magic, you can take your pick. The space is entirely opaque, with only purple lights lighting the place up because the clothing products are all black. Skulls, candles, a fortune-telling ball. It's all there! However, the most relatable thing is the sword and the poster that says "die" on it. He kicked us out.

Aoyama - AND YOU PEOPLE HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME GAY! HIS ROOM IS THE DEFINITION OF GAY! It has gold mirrors everywhere, purple sheets, and literal fucking sparkles wherever you look! I like it, but I feel I would become depressed before there would be a picture of me everything. The only exciting thing is that, for some damn reason, this man has a suit of armor and a sword in the corner. I mean, whatever keeps you comfy at night. 'Dazzling' he calls it. Whatever works, mate.

Mineta - Nobody is willing to go to his room. You can't make me go in there for anything unless it involves mom or my friends. It doesn't help that he peeks through his door with this terrible aura and says to girls, "Come in. I'll show you something amazing." To be honest, it's taking everything not to throw him out right there because I can't.

Ojiro - His room is ordinary like him. There isn't much to say. I give the girls credit for trying to make him feel better, but I saw his tail droop.

Iida - I hate that I'm saying this, but Iida's room is similar to mine. It has a wall dedicated to books that are completely organized to the point it makes my heart sing. The only thing I don't do is have a whole section of a wall dedicated to glasses. That's just expensive.

Kaminari - I couldn't stay in there for too long because it looks like trash. It's random. Like, it's kind of organized, but I expect it to be garbage soon. As Jiro said: " It's like he just used anything he could get his hands on." A for effort. I don't want to be in there, though.

Koda - I also had to stay out of his room because it had a rabbit in it. The rest of the room is cute. I'm not a fan of animals as they shed and other shit literally. Happens when you're a clean freak.

Bakugo - He wasn't allowing us in. Sleepy-time apparently.

Kirishima - He tried to make it manly. It looks like an attempt at a gym. It's not entirely done, so I step out. I agree with Hagakure's statement, though: If I found out my boyfriend had a room that looked like this, I'd dump him. Eh, at least Uraraka gets the point for me.

Shoji - This man is the ultimate minimalist. He only has a small table and a bed that isn't even made that well. For just this once, I walked over and attempted to fix the bed. I get he is a big boy, but he could have put pictures up or something! He doesn't see the point in filling a room with junk. THAT'S THE EXACT POINT! Anyway, I had to pull Mineta out because he started looking through the bed layers for what Mineta would look for.

Sero - Interesting. It's a desert-themed room with exotic patterns around it. You're a wild card, alright.

Todoroki - FINALLY GETTING TO SEE THE GUY EVERY GIRL AND GAY CRUSHES ON ROOM! Back on track, he somehow managed to change his entire room into a Japanese themed room. When he was asked how he remodeled the bedroom in one day, he responded, "With hard work," with the blankest face you could imagine.

Sato - I'm going to go to the actual story because this started some drama and where it ended for me.

We all enter Sato's room, and I will say it's an average room. What does stand out is he has a cabinet full of cooking wear displayed and a portable oven. What stands out, even more, is that beautiful smell! Sato and I have baked together before, so I know he can make some WONDERFUL baker delights. I know whose room I'm going to be at the most!

"Eh, Sato, what are you making this time? It smells bloody amazing." I ask.

"Oh, crap! I forgot about that!" Sato quickly opens up the oven, " I made a chiffon cake, and I was hoping we could eat it together. It's not iced yet, but would you like some?"

The girls plus I scream, "YES!" Without hesitation, we run over to grab a piece until I'm stopped by a hand on the shoulder. Of course, it has to be fucking Iida.

"What?" I'm salty; I'm not going to be polite.

What Iida says crumbles my nonexistent heart, " One of the rules is that we can't give you sweets."

"Show me," I'm not believing it till I see it. Iida pulls out the packet of rules, flips it to the page and shows me the law, " That has to be the most depressing thing I have heard in my life...I'll be back..."

I leave the room, leave the dorms, and head to the teacher's dorms. I enter the teacher commonplace to see most of them sitting or cuddling in Hizashi and Shouta's case.

All Hell is about to break loose.

The teachers quiet as I approach, " Nice to see you as regular people." It's true. They don't have their costumes on. Maijima even has a shirt on!

"Don't avoid the topic, Izuku. I can feel your demon aura from here." Shouta mutters from Hizashi's jacket. I smirk psychotically. So that's why some of the teachers are more withdrawn! Only the ones who know me well are not.

"Who decided it was a good idea to write in the rules not to give me sweets?"

"That's your mom, and no, you're not going out of school to face your mom about it. You don't need sugar too often anyway. It riles you up." Somehow, I should have expected that.

"It's not like I get sweets that often anyway! I eat mostly meals!"

"Yes. So one sweet riles you up for about a day."

Recovery Girl decides to defend Shouta now of all times, " You're training to be a hero. You shouldn't need sweets. You need more sleep. When was the last time you slept?"

"It has only been three days! Off my case, will ya?" All the teachers turn to me with shock. Honestly, this should be expected at this point. Shouta sits up, pulling away from Hizashi's grasp and glares me down.

"Izuku, that was with me, and you slept for two hours."

"Yip yip. I want to mention you have been running on coffee and one-hour naps, so I don't think that's much better."

Hizashi looks between us, " Both your sleeping habits suck. At least Shouta gets something. You have nothing. You know we keep going at it because we care about you."

"Fine. I'll sleep tonight if it gets you off my back."

Hizashi smiles, " It will.

"Yada yada, I'm going to go help Lunch Rush with dinner."

Nemuri chuckles, "Might want to help your classmates first. They probably have no idea how to cook an actual meal."

"Eh, I want to see what they will do just for tonight."

"Update me how it goes."

"Will do, gurl." With that, I head to the kitchen in an attempt to help.

---

I'm helping Lunch Rush make dinner when Patchy flies in, squawking, "Student at the door!" I'm not helping them cook. Whoever is there better be for a reason. I leave Lunch Rush reluctantly to enter my apartment. Then I go to the outside door and open it to reveal all of class 1-A, including Tsu and Bakugo, who weren't at the thing before.

"I ain't cooking for ya'll if that's what you're asking," I state in the bluntest tone I can manage.

Ashido forces her way to the front, "No, no, no! That's not it! It's for the room presentation contest." Okay, that I don't mind! I have to keep a close eye on them because I have a bunch of shit I can't lose.

"I can do that. Come in. Don't fuck shit up." They enter, looking shocked out the place.

While they do that, let me describe the apartment. What class 1-A is entering is the living room. Well, suppose to be. You see, I do not need a living room. Instead, I turned the whole place into my office. In the center is a U-desk overly organized with all my papers and shit. On the left, there is an open kitchen with a bar separating the areas. The kitchen is small, but it works for me. Straight forward, there is a wall covered in bookshelves with books except for a single door that leads to the common room on far-right of the wall. On the right wall, there are four doors. The first two doors in my direction are bedrooms, the third is to the bathroom, and the fourth is to Shouta's apartment. One of the bedrooms is a bedroom while the other is turned into an illegal lab.

With that explanation out of the way, let's get to the class reactions.

I'm quick to notice that they seem to be looking for something specific. That makes me uncomfortable.

"Hey, Izuku, can we go into the other doors?" Hagakure asks.

"You can enter the first three doors on my right, but not the one at the end or against the back. They lead out." I respond. My classmates quickly enter, looking at the overly organized apartment. However, they still seem to be looking for something, " What are you looking for?" Most flinch except the angry or emotionless bitches.

Bakugo growls, stomping in front of me, "Alright, Deku, what is your relationship with Aizawa?!" Well, shit.

"He is my coworker. If you're here to antagonize me, leave, you salty cracker." I can hear the pops from his quirk.

"BULL SHIT! YOU NEVER LET ANYONE TOUCH YOU! IN THAT VIDEO, YOU WERE MORE THAN WILLING!"

"I'm so proud you noticed that detail!" Distract.

"STOP AVOIDING THE QUESTION AND ANSWER!" Damn. Thankfully, Kirishima grabs him and pulls him back.

"He won't answer if you attack him!" So they are all suspicious. Someone shared. I'm willing to bet either Tsu or Bakugo. I reflect easily.

" What makes you think there is something more? The situation I was in was dangerous. I have more vital things to worry about like All Might not getting himself killed." As expected, Tsu speaks up.

"Even in dangerous situations, you almost always have your boundaries unless you want to win. Aizawa-sensei touching you in any way would not have helped in any situation." Smart.

"He had information to exchange. We have no idea what his quirks were. Better safe than sorry. For your information, he was drugged at the time, so he was out of it. I'm supposed to attempt to be a hero. I'm not going to leave him like that."

"Explain why you were acting the way you were after he was kidnapped. You didn't make a single joke. You were hyper-focused." I force myself not to grit my teeth or anything like that — lots of evidence against me.

"I'm on the case, remember? I was working on a limited amount of time. Aizawa had a tracker on him. If they found it, they would destroy and move. To ensure the highest chance of success, I needed to move as quickly as possible with the case." At this point, I can't joke. The whole situation was a bitch, and they are pissing me off. They don't need to know everything, "Are you done questioning me? I have work to do." They probably sense the aura because they nod, leaving the apartment till I'm alone.

Shouta can deal with their asses if they start questioning him. YOU'RE WELCOME FOR HIDING THE SECRET! I get why we have to because if people figure out we are connected emotionally, they will aim for us individually. The League of Villains have already figured out this connection and tried to take advantage of it. It failed, but it's thought that counts.

Karma might finally be after me. I don't bother to leave for the night.

---

For your information, I did try to sleep for their sakes. I just couldn't. Instead, I'm in my lab at midnight, fixing my helmet that got destroyed in the forest. I want to work on the new CAT, but the helmet is more important at the moment, sadly.

As I'm working on the helmet, I hear the door creak, causing me to look up to see Shouta with a plate in his hands.

"Come out. This room is suffocating," Shouta demands as he leaves. I set everything up before leaving. I see him sitting at the bar with the plate in front of the other seat. I sit down and start eating, letting him talk, " Any reason why you didn't come out for dinner?"

"Students were questioning me about us. I revealed nothing. You off tonight?" He nods.

"Finally."

"True. Thanks for bringing me a plate. You didn't have to."

"You can be nice?" . . .

"Don't you need this food for yourself, hobo?" You asked for it, Shouta.

"There it is." Yeah, not continuing that conversation.

"So, you're a bottom?" That causes him to blush. I'm quick to take a picture.

"Don't you have higher priorities in life rather than question my relationship?"

"That's a yes." He sighs, getting up and heading to my room.

"Just come on once you finish eating. You need to sleep."

"You may need sleep, but I need Jesus." He sighs, leaving the room as he's done with my shit.