-3rd Person POV-

It had been a few days since All Might and Midnight visited Izuku's apartment, and the memory of that visit lingered in his thoughts long after the heroes had left. Their presence had been a source of comfort, but the weight of their words seemed to hang in the air, echoing in their minds even now. Just as heavy was the haunting memory of what he had seen on the news—an image that he couldn't seem to shake, no matter how hard he tried.

Tatsuya had been safe and sound, but in that horrifying moment, he had become unrecognizable. A deep unease overshadowed the relief at his survival, the image of him killing Perdix replaying in Izuku's mind like a bad dream he couldn't wake up from.

The news clip showed the villain surrounded by heroes and law enforcement, cornered like a dangerous animal. Izuku was almost certain that Perdix was a villain, but that certainty did little to ease the knot of anxiety tightening in his chest. The ferocity in Tatsuya's eyes, the way he held the man by the throat with an unrelenting grip, was terrifying to the broccoli boy.

It was as if the wolf boy had become someone else entirely—someone driven by a rage they had never seen in him before. Watching him like that, transformed into something primal and unyielding, was a sight Izuku couldn't forget. The chill that ran down his spine each time he replayed the scene in his mind was a stark reminder of how deeply unsettling it had been.

Many people argue that no one deserves to die and that taking a life, even in the name of justice, is a line that shouldn't be crossed. But Tatsuya had spoken of it more than once—his belief that some crimes were beyond forgiveness, that there were evils in the world that could only be met with finality. The existence of the death penalty was a grim reminder of that belief.

Yet, as much as he tried to understand, Izuku struggled with the memory of Tatsuya holding Perdix's life in his hands. The predatory look in his eyes haunted him, far worse than any anger he had shown during their time together. To keep his mind from spiraling into fear, Izuku busied himself with packing Tatsuya's things, each item a small distraction from that terrible image—a way to avoid confronting the fear it stirred within him. And he couldn't even begin to imagine what was running through his classmates' heads.

But today, Izuku's focus was on something new. On the very edge of U.A.'s campus, about a five-minute walk from the main school, stood Heights Alliance, a newly constructed student dormitory. The building was impressive, especially considering it had been built in just three days—a feat of engineering and urgency that spoke volumes about the school's dedication to the students' safety.

As Izuku stood there, looking up at the towering structure, a mix of emotions swirled within him. This was his new home—a place where the students would start the next chapter of their lives, away from the familiarity of his old routine. Around him, the other students seemed to share the same sense of awe, their gazes fixed on the towering structure before them, each of them contemplating what lay ahead.

"Given everything that has happened, I'm glad we were able to bring Class A together," Aizawa said, his voice steady as he stood before them, a silent pillar of resilience amidst the turmoil they had all endured. His eyes softened slightly as he looked at them, a rare moment of vulnerability from their usually stoic teacher.

"Except for one..." The thought came unbidden, a pang of sadness twisting in Izuku's chest as he thought about Tatsuya.

His absence was a void that none of the students could ignore, a glaring reminder of the events that had shattered the fragile sense of normality they once had. Even as Izuku stood there with his classmates, the weight of Tatsuya's missing presence hung over them, unspoken but evident.

"So we all got the go-ahead to move on campus?" Sero observed, his voice breaking through the somber silence. His usual carefree tone carried a hint of relief, a slight lift of his shoulders as if trying to shake off the lingering tension. The notion of living together, sharing space and time in a way we hadn't before, seemed to offer a small beacon of hope in these uncertain times.

Hagakure let out a sigh, her invisible form somehow conveying the weariness they all felt. She slumped forward slightly, the subtle shift in the air around her hinting at her exhaustion. "It took a lot of convincing for my parents," she admitted, the strain of the recent events evident in her voice. The attack at the training camp had shaken them all, but for her—and many others—getting parental approval to stay on campus had been another battle altogether.

"I was pretty concerned about mine," Jiro remarked, her fingers subconsciously tapping a rhythm on her cheek. The anxiety in her voice was barely masked by her usual nonchalance, a stark contrast to her typically composed demeanor. The events of the past few days had left scars on all of them, some visible, some buried deep.

"It makes sense. You got the worst of the gas attack," Ojiro commented, his tone laced with concern as he glanced at Jiro. His tail swished behind him, betraying his unease. The memory of the gas attack was still fresh in our minds, a stark reminder of how vulnerable we had been.

"We're glad the teachers got to come back, too," Tsu added, her calm voice a soothing presence amidst the undercurrent of anxiety. Her large, expressive eyes flicked towards Aizawa, reflecting our gratitude. "I was afraid you wouldn't be allowed; the people at the press seemed pretty upset."

"Yeah," Uraraka nodded in agreement, her brows furrowing slightly as she remembered the tense atmosphere surrounding the teachers' return. The media had been relentless, their accusations and scrutiny adding another layer of stress to an already overwhelming situation.

"I was surprised as well, but circumstances have changed," Aizawa said, his tone thoughtful as he scratched his head, possibly pondering the events that had led to this point. His usually sharp eyes seemed distant for a brief moment, lost in the myriad of concerns that had plagued us all. But then, with a subtle shift in his demeanor, he refocused, his voice regaining its usual authority. "Now then, I'll explain how your dorm assignments will work shortly. First, however... we haven't forgotten about the Provisional Hero License you were supposed to get during the training camp."

"Oh yeah! That's why we were there for," Sato exclaimed, the realization dawning on him as he recalled the original purpose of their previous gathering.

"So much has happened, it totally slipped my mind," Ashido added, her voice tinged with surprise and embarrassment. The whirlwind of events had clouded their memories, making it easy to forget the more mundane but critical tasks at hand.

Aizawa's gaze swept over the class, his expression stern yet measured. "This is important, so listen well," he began, his voice carrying an edge of gravity that commanded attention. He paused briefly, his eyes narrowing as they landed on a specific group of students. "Kirishima, Yaoyorozu, Bakugo, Todoroki, Midoriya, and Iida. You six are the ones who broke the rules and went to Kamino that night."

The revelation hit the class like a shockwave. Tsu and Uraraka, in particular, were taken aback, their eyes widening in disbelief. They had known there was a plan to rescue Tatsuya, but they hadn't known that their friends—their classmates—had actually gone through with it.

Aizawa sighed, the sound heavy with frustration as it escaped through his nose. His expression softened, but only slightly, as he continued, "Based on your reactions, I assume the rest of you were at least aware of their plan." He let the silence hang in the air, the weight of his words sinking in. "I'm going to set aside a number of issues and just say this: if it weren't for All Might's retirement from the hero scene, I would expel everyone here except Akiba, Jiro, and Hagakure. The six of you who went, of course, but also the remaining eleven of you who didn't stop them. You betrayed our trust, even if it was for keeping your friends from getting into trouble."

Aizawa's words were a bombshell, the threat of expulsion hanging ominously over the gathering like a dark cloud. The full weight of their actions—and the inaction of those who had known but done nothing to stop it—now lay bare before them.

"In order to regain our confidence," Aizawa continued, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "You'll need to obey every rule to the letter and live as model students. That's all. Now, look alive." Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel, heading toward the dormitory. "Enjoy your new home."

The mood in the area shifted, the lighthearted excitement that had once filled the air evaporating, replaced by a heavy, uncomfortable silence. The sting of Aizawa's words lingered, pressing down on them as they processed the reality of the situation. The dorms, once a symbol of a fresh start, now felt like a burden, a reminder of how close they had come to losing everything.

Sero and Kaminari exchanged uneasy glances. "Uh... we're supposed to be excited after that speech?" Sero muttered, his attempt to lighten the mood falling flat. Even Kaminari, usually quick with a joke, seemed at a loss for words.

Bakugo, standing a little apart from the others, cast a glance toward Kirishima. The redhead was unusually quiet, his shoulders slumped in a way that the ash-blonde rarely saw. Kirishima looked worse for wear, the usual spark of determination in his eyes dimmed by a heavy guilt that seemed to weigh on him more than the others. Bakugo could tell that Kirishima was beating himself up, probably feeling less of a man for putting his friends at risk and making a decision that could have cost them all their chance to be heroes at U.A.

The ash-blonde's eyes narrowed, a spark of irritation flickering within them as he clicked his tongue. "C'mere," he growled, grabbing Kaminari by the back of his shirt and dragging him off to the side.

"Uh—huh? Wait, for what?" Kaminari stammered, a nervous edge to his voice as Bakugo hauled him toward a patch of bushes at the end of the brick path, just out of sight from the others.

Before Kaminari could protest further, Bakugo shoved him into the bushes, his hand clamping down on the back of Kaminari's head. The next second, a flash of electricity surged through Kaminari, causing him to discharge his Quirk in a reflexive burst. The sudden jolt made his brain short-circuit, and Bakugo, with a satisfied grunt, shoved him out of the bushes and back into the open.

Jiro instantly turned away, covering her mouth in a vain attempt to suppress her laughter. Her eyes watered with the effort, her shoulders shaking as she fought to maintain her composure. The absurdity of the situation, combined with Kaminari's goofy, short-circuited grin, was too much to handle.

"Dude, what'd Bakugo do to you?" Sero asked, trying his hardest not to burst out laughing as he saw Kaminari's dazed expression.

"Kirishima!" Bakugo's sharp and commanding voice cut through the lingering tension as he strode up to the redhead with purpose. There was no trace of hesitation in his steps, only the same fierce determination that had always defined him. Without warning, Bakugo reached into his pocket and pulled out a fat stack of cash, the bills crisp and neatly arranged, a stark contrast to the rough edge of his demeanor.

Kirishima's eyes widened in surprise, his usually stoic expression giving way to shock as he saw the sizable amount of money in Bakugo's hand. "WHOA, DID YOU SHAKE HIM DOWN FOR CASH?!" Kirishima exclaimed, his voice laced with disbelief. The idea of Bakugo extorting money from someone was absurd and, at the same time, not entirely out of character for the fiery ash-blonde.

"No! This is my money, you idiot. To replace what you spent," Bakugo shot back, his tone sharp and filled with irritation. He held the money out to Kirishima with an almost aggressive force, his expression brooking no argument.

Before Kirishima could even react, Bakugo shoved the stack of bills into his chest with enough force that the redhead had no choice but to grab it. The exchange was brusque, almost rough, but it was Bakugo's way of acknowledging what Kirishima had done for him—his own twisted version of gratitude.

Without waiting for a response, Bakugo turned on his heel and began marching towards the front entrance, his hands stuffed into his pockets as if to ward off further conversation. "Don't say I never gave you anything," he called over his shoulder, his voice gruff and unapologetic. "Now, I'm not in your debt. Kaminari, show 'em your dumb side."

The last command was barked out with a tone that left no room for refusal, and Kaminari, still reeling from his earlier short-circuit, stumbled forward with a goofy grin plastered on his face. He didn't need to be told twice; the blond was always up for a bit of silliness, especially when it came to lighten the mood.

"Oh, man. What a moron. You're hopeless," Jiro muttered under her breath, though the amusement in her voice was evident. Her words were muffled as she still held her hand over her mouth, desperately trying to contain the laughter that threatened to burst forth. The sight of Kaminari, his face contorted into a ridiculous expression, was enough to crack even the most stoic faces.

Kaminari continued his antics, his brain still jammed from the earlier electrical overload. His exaggerated movements and nonsensical mutterings drew laughter from the class, the sound bubbling up from deep within as they finally allowed themselves a moment of levity. It was as if the earlier tension had been released all at once, dissipating into the air with each laugh that echoed across the courtyard.

Kirishima stood there for a moment, the stack of cash still in his hands, as he watched his classmates with a mixture of relief and gratitude. The change in their attitude was evident, the earlier heaviness replaced by a sense of joy that had been sorely missed. A warm smile spread across his face as he glanced toward Bakugo, understanding dawning on him. Bakugo's rough gesture, his insistence on repaying the debt, was his way of showing that he cared, even if he couldn't say it outright. It was a small but meaningful act that spoke volumes about their friendship.

"Sometimes blowing off steam is the best thing to do, I guess," Aizawa thought as he watched the scene unfold, his gaze softening slightly.

For a moment, the stern teacher allowed himself to appreciate the simple joy that filled the air, the sound of his students' laughter a welcome relief after everything they had been through. Though his expression remained stoic, there was a glimmer of something warmer in his eyes, a recognition of the bond that held this class together despite the challenges they faced.

After a few moments of hearty laughter, the class began to make their way into the building, their excitement palpable as they stepped inside. The change in atmosphere was immediate; the once tense group was now buzzing with curiosity and amazement. As they entered the common area, their eyes widened in collective awe, taking in the pristine, modern design of their new living space.

The common area alone was impressive—a spacious, open room filled with natural light streaming in from large windows. Comfortable seating arrangements were scattered around, inviting them to relax and unwind. The sleek, modern decor gave the room an air of sophistication, while the subtle touches of color and personal flair made it feel warm and welcoming.

Aizawa, ever the pragmatic teacher, began his tour of the dormitory. "Each student dormitory holds one class," he explained, his voice steady as he pointed out the various areas. "Girls are on the right, boys are on the left. The entire first floor is a common area. That's where you'll find your kitchen, baths, and laundry rooms."

As they followed Aizawa through the space, Sero caught sight of a large window overlooking a well-manicured outdoor area. His face lit up with excitement. "There's even a courtyard!" he exclaimed, pressing his face to the glass to get a better look at the greenery outside. The courtyard was spacious, with a few scattered benches and paths, perfect for enjoying some fresh air and sunshine.

"So spacious and new!" Ashido chimed in, her eyes wide as she took in the high ceilings and modern fixtures. Everything about the place screamed luxury, a stark contrast to the chaotic and often cramped spaces they were used to in the school's main building.

"I'm living in a mansion!" Uraraka couldn't contain her excitement. The sheer size of the common area overwhelmed her to the point of her falling over with a dramatic flourish.

As the group continued their tour, Mineta's gaze flickered with mischievous curiosity as he caught wind of something that piqued his interest. "Doth mine ears deceive me?" he began, his voice trembling with excitement. "Our baths... are located in the common space?" Sweat beaded on his forehead as he imagined all the potential mischief he could get into. "Is this heaven?"

Aizawa's sharp gaze immediately cut through Mineta's fantasizing. "They are separated by gender, and you'll behave yourself!" he warned, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Mineta deflated instantly in sheer panic. "Yes, sir."

The group moved on, following Aizawa up to the next floor. "Living quarters are on the next floor," he continued, his voice echoing slightly in the stairwell. "Four boys and four girls on each level. Everyone gets their own room, so you should be comfortable." He paused at one of the doors, pushing it open to reveal one of the dorm rooms. It was a cozy, well-designed space, with all the essentials neatly arranged.

The students stepped inside, their eyes scanning the room with curiosity. "You've got your own AC, toilets, fridges, and closets," Aizawa pointed out, motioning towards the sleek, modern appliances. The rooms were compact but functional, designed to meet a student's needs.

"We have balconies?! Wow!" Izuku's voice was filled with awe as he glanced around, his eyes drawn to the sliding glass door leading to a small but private outdoor space. It was a luxury he hadn't expected, and the thought of having his own little corner to retreat to was thrilling.

"This room is about the same size as my closet at home, but I'll manage," Yaoyorozu commented, her tone thoughtful as she mentally compared the room's dimensions to those of her lavish home. Despite the difference in size, there was a sense of satisfaction in her voice—this was her own space, something she could make uniquely hers.

"It's the size of my house!" Uraraka blurted out, breaking the contemplative silence as she dramatically collapsed onto the floor with a soft thud.

Aizawa, unphased by the theatrics, pulled out a floor plan and held it up for the class to see. "These are your dorm assignments," he said, pointing to the layout where each room was labeled with their names. "The belongings you sent ahead have already been placed in your new rooms, so spend your day unpacking and getting settled. I'll tell you more about your lessons tomorrow. For now, get to work."

"Yes, Mr. Aizawa!" came the unified response, the students' voices filled with a mixture of eagerness and exhaustion. Some were already eyeing their assigned spaces with excitement, while others—like Bakugo—seemed more indifferent, simply ready to get the day over with.

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As the moon cast its soft, silvery glow upon the night sky, Class 1-A settled into their new home. Most of the students had spent the last few hours unpacking their things, arranging personal touches in their new spaces to make them feel at home. The buzz of activity from earlier had died down, and one by one, they drifted back to the common area, ready to unwind after a long day.

"Ah, I'm so beat," Kirishima sighed, sinking into one of the plush sofas in the lounge. His head lolled back against the cushions as he stretched his arms out, visibly worn out but content with how his room had come together.

"You and me both," Sero said, flopping onto a sofa to Kirishima's right. His voice was muffled as he buried his face into a pillow, letting out a tired groan. "You done unpacking?" he asked, though his tone suggested he was already too exhausted to care about the answer.

Kirishima shifted his gaze toward Sero, his eyes heavy with fatigue. "I think so," he muttered, though his mind raced through a mental checklist, wondering if he'd forgotten anything. His room had taken shape quicker than expected, but the weight of the day's events was catching up to him now.

"Feels good, right?" Izuku asked, his voice soft but filled with a quiet contentment as he settled into the sofa to Kirishima's left. He leaned back, sinking into the cushions with a relaxed sigh, the tension of the past few weeks slowly ebbing away. The shared space made everything feel more real, like they had taken a significant step forward as a team.

Kirishima turned his head to meet Izuku's gaze, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, it does," he replied, his voice low but appreciative. After everything they had been through, this moment of peace felt well-earned.

"I know we could've died, but..." Kaminari's voice broke through the quiet, drawing their attention as he perched casually on the arm of the sofa Izuku was sitting on. He kicked his feet lightly, a carefree grin on his face, his typical laid-back attitude creeping in despite the seriousness of what he was saying. "It's kind of exciting to be living here, don't you think?"

"A unified class!" Iida suddenly declared, his posture rigid as he stood tall, striking a pose as if making a grand proclamation. "It's the perfect way to increase our cooperation and discipline. How smart!" His arms moved in precise, robotic motions, chopping through the air with exaggerated gestures as he emphasized each word with an energetic hand chop.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, glancing over his shoulder at Iida with an amused expression. "So you never relax, do you?" he asked, his voice laced with playful sarcasm as he exchanged a knowing look with Sero.

"Hiya, boys! All done with your rooms?" Ashido's voice rang out, light and playful as she approached with a bounce in her step. The boys turned to see most of the girls making their way toward them, smiles spreading across their faces.

"Yup, we're just unwinding now," Kaminari replied, flashing a wide grin as he lazily waved at the group.

"Well, the girls and I have been talking and..." Ashido started, dramatically pausing as if preparing for an announcement.

"We have a great idea!" Hagakure suddenly finished for her, her invisible form somehow exuding excitement despite the lack of a visible face. The energy between the two of them was electric, leaving the boys with a growing sense of anticipation—or dread, depending on who you asked.

"Let's go around and see who has the coolest room!" Ashido suggested, her grin widening as she clapped her hands together. The proposal hung in the air like a challenge, one that immediately sparked reactions from the boys.

A mix of groans and nervous chuckles rippled through the boys. Kaminari and Kirishima exchanged amused glances, but others, like Izuku, Tokoyami, and Mineta, froze in place. Their expressions shifted to one of sheer panic, realizing what was about to happen.

Izuku's heart plummeted. His room... his collection. All Might posters, figures, and memorabilia covered nearly every inch. As his mind raced, the girls started moving toward his door, eager to see what lay inside.

"AAAAH! No, wait, you can't go in there!" Izuku practically screeched, waving his arms frantically in an attempt to stop them. "Please, it's not fit for—"

But Ashido swung the door open eagerly before he could finish, revealing the sight inside. A beat of stunned silence followed as everyone's eyes took in the overwhelming display. Rows upon rows of All Might figures, posters, and memorabilia lined the walls and shelves. It was like stepping into a personal museum dedicated to the Symbol of Peace.

A chorus of squeals erupted from the girls, their voices high-pitched and gleeful. "It's All Might everywhere!" Uraraka cried out, clasping her hands together as she ogled the room with wide, sparkling eyes. "You're such a fanboy!"

Izuku's face flushed bright red, his hands nervously clutching at his sides as he tried to find words. "Well, I admire him..." he mumbled, his voice shrinking with every word. The room suddenly felt ten times smaller under the weight of his embarrassment. "This is embarrassing."

"Does this mean... they're judging our rooms, too?" Kaminari asked nervously, glancing between Kirishima and Sero, who stood beside him. His voice was light, but there was an undercurrent of panic. He wasn't entirely sure his room would hold up under the scrutiny of the girls' excited tour.

"Probably," Sero replied, casually rubbing his chin with a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Could end up being a good time, though." He didn't seem nearly as concerned, his laid-back demeanor contrasting with Kaminari's growing tension.

The next room to be inspected belonged to Tokoyami, who, unlike Izuku, stood steadfast in front of his door with his arms crossed. His stance was rigid, and his expression was as dark as the mood he often cultivated. "No way," he said flatly, his voice firm as he blocked the entrance with an imposing presence.

Ashido and Hagakure exchanged determined glances, their smiles widening with playful mischief. Without hesitation, the two girls lunged forward, forcefully pushing Tokoyami aside despite his protests.

The door swung open, and a stark contrast to the bright, cluttered energy of Izuku's room greeted them. Tokoyami's space was shrouded in shadows, with dim purple lighting illuminating the few decorations scattered around it. The room had a distinct gothic vibe, with dark fabrics and ominous-looking objects that gave it an eerie, foreboding atmosphere.

"So dark and scary!" Ashido and Hagakure exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with both awe and amusement as they took in the strange decor.

Tokoyami groaned under his breath, his stoic exterior momentarily cracking as he trembled in silent embarrassment. "You fiends..." he muttered, casting his eyes down in a mix of frustration and humiliation.

Kirishima stepped forward and pointed toward a particular item that had caught his attention—a keychain resembling a skull atop a bony cross. His eyes lit up as he inspected it. "Oh, man, I had a keychain like this back in middle school," he said with a nostalgic grin.

"So this is how boys like to decorate," Ashido mused aloud, her voice tinged with curiosity as her eyes darted around the room. The gothic theme seemed so foreign to her, yet she couldn't help but be intrigued by it. She picked up a small trinket, admiring the intricate designs with a raised brow.

"Please leave," Tokoyami muttered again, his embarrassment growing by the second as the others lingered, poking around his carefully curated, shadowy domain.

Izuku, who had finally recovered from the ordeal of having his own room scrutinized, was now fascinated by a different object entirely. His eyes landed on a sleek, dark sword hanging on one of the walls. "A sword?! So cool!" he exclaimed, his earlier embarrassment forgotten in an instant as he gawked at the weapon in awe.

Tokoyami's patience finally snapped. His usually composed tone gave way to a burst of exasperation as he pointed toward the door. "Get out!" he bellowed, his face flushed as he desperately tried to regain control of the situation.

Their attention then shifted to the next victim—Aoyama. He stood proudly in the doorway, beaming with excitement, his sparkling grin almost as bright as the room itself. Unlike Tokoyami's shadowy lair, Aoyama's space was an explosion of light and extravagance. The moment the door opened, the students were hit with a dazzling display of glimmering reflections from multiple mirrors that lined both sides of the room, each one amplifying the already blinding light.

In the center of the ceiling hung a glittering disco ball, throwing flecks of light in every direction. Spotlights illuminated different corners of the room, creating an almost theatrical ambiance. A grand display of knight's armor stood in one corner, its polished surface gleaming beneath the relentless glow. Everything about the room screamed luxury and flair, a direct reflection of its occupant.

"Aren't you dazzled?" Aoyama asked, his voice dripping with pride as he reveled in the brilliance. His pose was as dramatic as ever, one hand on his hip and the other raised as if commanding the light itself. He basked in the glow of his own creation, his eyes twinkling as if he were the star of a one-person show.

The students were momentarily stunned, eyes wide as they took in the overwhelming brightness. "Shiny..." they muttered, almost hypnotized by the barrage of light.

"Non, non," Aoyama corrected swiftly, his tone playful yet firm. He waved a chastising finger at them, drawing out the moment with dramatic flair. He struck a new pose, this time holding his arm out in a sweeping gesture, emphasizing the magnificence of his room. "It's not shiny... it's magnifique!" He finished the word slowly, savoring every syllable as if it were the final flourish of a grand performance. He turned his head slightly, glancing at the group to ensure they fully appreciated his artistic vision.

The students exchanged glances, both amused and bewildered by the extravagance. Hagakure couldn't suppress a giggle as she, Ashido, Kaminari, and Yaoyorozu stepped out into the hallway. "Exactly what I pictured," Hagakure said, nodding in affirmation as they approached the door, still reeling from the sensory overload.

"Honestly, I expected more," Ashido remarked, her tone betraying a slight hint of sarcasm.

"This is turning out to be really fun!" Uraraka exclaimed with an enthusiastic bounce in her step. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she surveyed the hallway, clearly enjoying the impromptu room tour. "The last person on this floor is—"

Her voice trailed off as they approached the final room on this floor, the door of which was slightly ajar. Peering through the narrow crack, Mineta had been eagerly waiting for their arrival. His eyes, wide with a mixture of nervous anticipation and hopeful eagerness, darted back and forth as he beckoned them inside with an exaggerated, almost theatrical wave of his finger.

"Hey, come on in, girls," he called out, his voice matching his intensity. "I've got so much to show you."

Despite his enthusiastic invitation, the girls hesitated at the door, eyeing Mineta with varying degrees of skepticism. Uraraka, her curiosity piqued but her smile slightly faltering, turned to the group. "So, the third floor?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she and the others began to make their way toward the staircase.

Mineta's face fell into an expression of panic as he saw them start to leave. "Where are you going? Come back!" he pleaded, his voice rising in a desperate whine. He darted his head out of the room, the crack growing wider as he leaned out, trying to catch their attention.

Now, on the third floor, the group gathered outside Ojiro's room, eagerly awaiting their next glimpse. As the door swung open, the contrast between Ojiro's space and the others became immediately apparent. His room was markedly more subdued, with minimal decoration or furnishings. The stark simplicity of the room was accentuated by the plain walls and an unadorned floor, giving it a rather simple appearance.

"Ooh... It's so bare in here!" Uraraka commented, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and politeness. She glanced around the room, taking in the lack of personal touches. Her attempt to be diplomatic did little to mask her genuine astonishment at the room's emptiness.

"Did you move anything in at all?" Hagakure inquired, her tone laced with curiosity. She peered into the room, noting the absence of personal items or decorations. Her eyes flickered around, trying to spot any sign of Ojiro's belongings.

"Please tell me you just haven't unpacked yet," Ashido said, her voice filled with concern. She crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on Ojiro with an encouraging, albeit puzzled, expression.

Ojiro's tail, usually a symbol of his strength and composure, drooped slightly with each comment. The once-proud appendage seemed to lose its rigidity, mirroring his growing discomfort. "Um, if we're done here, then let's go," he said, trying to deflect attention away from the plainness of his room. His voice was tinged with a touch of embarrassment, and he shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, clearly eager to move on from the impromptu inspection.

Iida was the next to present his room, and the class filed in with eager curiosity. The students were immediately struck by the sight before them as the door opened. The room was lined with shelves crammed full of books, creating the ambiance of a small, personal library. The bookshelves stretched from floor to ceiling, their wooden surfaces gleaming under the overhead lights, and were filled with neatly organized volumes that covered a vast array of subjects.

"Whoa! It looks like a library in here!" Uraraka exclaimed, her eyes widening as she took in the impressive collection. She marveled at the meticulous order of the books, their spines color-coded and aligned with an almost obsessive precision.

"That's Iida for you!" Ashido added with a laugh, clearly amused by the room's scholarly appearance. She nudged Kaminari, who was also observing the room with a look of surprise.

"You'll find nothing odd in here," Iida said with a proud nod, his voice steady and firm. His room exuded an air of calm efficiency, mirroring his own disciplined nature. He moved to stand beside a large desk, where more books and neatly arranged stationery could be seen.

As Uraraka's gaze shifted to the other side of the room, she noticed several shelves filled with an array of eyeglasses, each pair in its own case. Her surprise was evident as she let out a small, startled spittake. "You have so many glasses," she said, her voice a mix of astonishment and amusement.

"Of course I do," Iida replied with a touch of exasperation, gripping the frames of his own glasses as he spoke. His tone was matter-of-fact, and he adjusted his glasses with a sense of purpose. "I expect them all to be destroyed during training!"

A fleeting shadow of recognition crossed his face, a momentary freeze in his demeanor that the others didn't notice. His words were eerily similar to those he had used with Tatsuya after their fight at the sports festival. The memory lingered briefly, but Iida quickly masked it with his usual composure.

The students looked around the room, absorbing the blend of scholarly and practical elements that defined Iida's personal space. The room was a testament to his character—organized, purposeful, and deeply connected to his values and expectations.

The girls' reactions shifted noticeably when the group moved to Kaminari's room. Their enthusiasm while touring Izuku's room quickly gave way to a more subdued, critical appraisal. As they stepped inside, the room was a chaotic blend of varied tastes and personal clutter.

The walls were lined with various racks and shelves, each cluttered with an assortment of items that spoke to Kaminari's unique, if somewhat disorganized, style. A dartboard was mounted haphazardly on one wall, with a few darts stuck in it at random angles. Nearby, a pair of high-quality headphones was draped over the edge of his personal computer, as if in mid-use. Above the door, a collection of license plates from different places was tacked up, each one adding to the patchwork feel of the room. The dresser, positioned in a corner, was surrounded by a shelf cluttered with various shoes and hats, some haphazardly stacked while others were arranged with a bit more care.

"This is the store in the mall that I'd avoid," Jiro remarked with a touch of dry humor, her eyes scanning the disarray. The room's cluttered and eclectic style did not quite resonate with her sense of order, and it was clear from her tone that she found the space less than appealing.

"What? It's perfect!" Kaminari replied, a hint of defensiveness in his voice. He looked around nervously, trying to justify his room's chaotic charm. His hands fidgeted slightly as he tried to convey his enthusiasm despite the evident disconnect between his excitement and the girls' reactions.

As the group moved along the third floor, anticipation was high. They had seen a range of personal styles, from Izuku's All Might shrine to Tokoyami's gothic retreat. But when they reached the next door on their list, they were met with an empty, unremarkable space. This was supposed to be Tatsuya's room, but it was conspicuously vacant.

A somber silence fell over the group as they glanced around the bare, unoccupied room. It was clear that Tatsuya's absence was keenly felt. The room felt hollow, almost like a reminder of the uncertainty surrounding their friend's situation. The vibrant excitement of the room tour gave way to a heavy, uncomfortable quiet as they each reflected on Tatsuya's predicament.

"Everyone was really getting into the competition," Izuku mentally noted as he glanced around at his classmates, who were still processing the absence of their friend.

"Man, this sucks. I feel so judged right now," Kaminari said, his earlier enthusiasm replaced by a wave of self-consciousness. His shoulders slumped as he looked around, feeling the weight of the silent judgment hanging in the air.

"Hey, what a coincidence. I don't feel great. At all," Ojiro chimed in, his voice tinged with a mixture of discomfort and resignation. The tension was palpable, and he couldn't help but voice his unease about the whole situation.

"Same here," Tokoyami said, his dark demeanor mirroring the subdued atmosphere. The somberness of the moment had touched him as well, amplifying his own feelings of unease.

"Et moi," Aoyama added, his usual flair of dramatics subdued. His response was quieter, reflecting his own sense of discomfort amid the awkward silence.

"That's because the boys are the only ones who are getting picked on. They said it was a contest to see who has the coolest dorm room," Mineta said, walking up to them with a determined look in his eyes. His eyes widened with excitement before he pointed towards the girls. "Well, what about them?! We have to see the girls' rooms to tell which one's best. Their interior design skills should be held to the same standard as ours, maybe even higher. Show us those dorms!"

Mineta's surprisingly convincing argument hit home and stirred the competitive spirit among the class. Even those who had seemed completely uninterested now found themselves rallying behind the idea. The sudden shift in focus brought a renewed energy to the group, and thus, the very first Class 1-A Best Room contest was born, with a new sense of purpose and excitement.

"Okay, so, like, what're the rules? Are we figuring out who has the best taste in the class, or just the overall coolest?" Ashido asked, her voice filled with curiosity and excitement. She bounced on the balls of her feet, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Her question hung in the air, a clear indication that she was eager to understand the parameters of this newly formed contest.

"We're doing this?" Jiro asked, her tone revealing a mix of surprise and skepticism.

"Um, this doesn't have to be a contest," Ojiro said, his voice tinged with reluctance, but his words seemed to fall on deaf ears.

Mineta's lips curled into a devilish smirk, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "If I was the only one asking to see the other rooms, then everyone would yell at me," he thought with an inward chuckle. "But, since all these guys with bruised egos are on board, I get to join in all inconspicuous like. The whole class is doing it, so why shouldn't I, right?" He let out a barely noticeable bit of droll, quickly brushing it off. "I'm gonna be rummaging through the girls' rooms. Who knows what scintillating secrets I'll find."

"I'm over it," Todoroki thought, his expression a perfect mask of indifference. A look of quiet disinterest was etched on his face, his heterochromia eyes glancing at his classmates with only mild curiosity. The competitive nature of this impromptu "best room" contest didn't resonate with him. He found the whole ordeal trivial and unnecessary, preferring to remain detached as the others scrambled to participate. As the rest of the group buzzed with excitement, he stayed on the periphery, mentally checking out of the conversation.

"Let's see, who else is on the fourth floor? It's Bakugo, Kirishima, and Shoji, isn't it?" Uraraka asked, her voice bright as the group ascended to the next level of the dorms. The energy in the group hadn't waned despite the lengthy room visits, and she was eager to keep the momentum going.

"Where is Bakugo?" Iida inquired as he adjusted his glasses, knowing their explosive classmate wasn't one to quietly disappear.

"Uh, he thought this was lame, so he went back to his room to sleep," Kirishima explained, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. His tone was light, as though he wasn't surprised by Bakugo's reaction. "I could use some Zs, too," he added, trying to stifle a yawn as the late hour began to catch up with him.

"Then we'll do your room next!" Hagakure announced eagerly, her invisible form darting forward with excitement as she and Ashido sprinted ahead of the group, their enthusiasm unstoppable.

"You can sleep all you want after," Ashido said, playfully urging him on. She flashed him a mischievous grin, her pink skin practically glowing in the hallway light as she beckoned him toward his room.

Kirishima hesitated for a moment, standing in front of his door with a sideways glance at the class. His brow furrowed slightly, but a confident smirk quickly replaced his momentary uncertainty. "Not that I care," he began with a shrug, "but you might not get what I'm goin' for." With that, he opened his door, revealing the inside of his personal space.

The room was a testament to his unshakable sense of manliness. In the center stood a punching bag, its worn surface suggesting it had seen countless training sessions, slightly obscuring a fiery design on the curtains behind it. The walls were adorned with posters of martial artists in dramatic poses, each paired with inspirational quotes that encouraged strength, perseverance, and the spirit of never giving up. A shelf by his desk displayed an assortment of manga and a handful of action figures—icons of strength that Kirishima admired. The whole room radiated an atmosphere of rugged determination, a place designed for discipline and self-improvement.

"A den of manliness!" Kirishima proclaimed proudly, his voice echoing with genuine enthusiasm as he puffed out his chest. His eyes sparkled with pride, waiting to see how his classmates would react to his fortress of strength.

Ashido nodded, offering him a polite smile, though she didn't entirely share his enthusiasm. "Nice," she said with a friendly tone, though her eyes didn't match her words. Still, she appreciated the authenticity of the room, even if it wasn't her style.

Hagakure, on the other hand, was far more blunt. "If I found out my boyfriend had a room that looked like this, I'd dump him," she declared, her invisible voice cutting through the room like a dagger of truth.

"So bold!" Uraraka chimed in, surprising the group with her next words. "It makes me wanna work out!" She clenched her fists and threw a couple of playful punches into the air as if the atmosphere in Kirishima's room had sparked her own fighting spirit.

"You get it!" Kirishima exclaimed, his grin widening as he gave her an enthusiastic thumbs-up. There was nothing quite like having someone appreciate the hard work and "manly" energy he had put into his space.

"Next up, Shoji!" Ashido declared, her voice bubbling with excitement as they approached the next door.

"You're not gonna find anything interesting here," Shoji said calmly, his voice resonating through a second duplicated mouth from one of his tentacle arms. The statement came with a shrug as if to prepare them for the disappointment ahead.

As the door swung open, his claim was immediately confirmed. The room was almost completely bare, except for a couple of neatly folded futons in the corner and a sat-down desk against the wall. The simplicity completely contrasted the themed and decorated rooms they had seen so far.

"Uh... more like nothing at all, dude," Ashido remarked, her bright eyes scanning the minimal furnishings. She shifted slightly on her feet, trying to make sense of the sparse layout. There wasn't even a hint of personalization—no posters, no photos, not even a stray item out of place.

"So, you're a minimalist, huh?" Todoroki asked, his usual calm tone adding a layer of curiosity to the question. His gaze drifted over the few possessions in the room, seemingly unbothered by the starkness.

"I've just never understood why someone would wanna fill their room with junk," Shoji replied, his voice even. His words had a practical edge, his expression giving away nothing more than his natural tendency toward efficiency.

Mineta, however, had other ideas. A gleam sparked in his eyes as a sly grin crept across his face. Without hesitation, he sidled up to the futons and lifted one up. "Guys like this always have a super pervy side," he muttered conspiratorially as if he'd just unlocked the secret of Shoji's true nature.

Shoji's was the last room on the floor, so the group headed toward the elevator, their excitement undeterred.

"All done! Let's head up to the fifth floor!" Hagakure exclaimed, her enthusiasm still radiating from her invisible form. She darted ahead, leading the charge toward their next destination.

"We'll start with Sero!" Ashido chimed in, her voice full of energy as they exited the elevator and made their way down the hall.

"Are we seriously doing everyone?" Sero asked, raising a brow as the group approached his door. Despite the question, the edges of his lips curled upwards in amusement, unable to hide his anticipation. With a slight flourish, he opened the door, revealing the interior of his room.

The space was a striking contrast to Shoji's bare simplicity. The walls were adorned with Asian-inspired decor, including a large tapestry that hung gracefully above his bed. Its intricate patterns gave the room a touch of exotic flair. A hammock was set up next to the bed, swaying gently as if inviting someone to relax in its embrace.

"Exotic!" Ashido exclaimed, her eyes lighting up at the unique aesthetic. The mixture of traditional and contemporary gave the room a refreshing sense of style.

"It's lovely!" Uraraka added, her voice matching Ashido's enthusiasm as she admired the tasteful decorations. Her gaze lingered on the tapestry, drawn to its artistry.

"Sero, I didn't peg you for someone who'd like this stuff," Jiro said, her voice tinged with surprise. She crossed her arms, clearly impressed but curious about this unexpected side of her classmate.

Sero chuckled, leaning casually against the doorframe. "Yup, that's me, always the wild card," he replied, relishing their reactions. His smile was broad, and he clearly enjoyed the surprise on their faces.

"Let's keep moving!" Hagakure declared, her excitement still running high as she bounced from one room to the next, eager to see what the rest of the class had in store.

"Next is Todoroki's room, right?" Yaoyorozu asked, her composed demeanor barely concealing her own curiosity. "The most capable student in our class!" she mentally added, clearly looking forward to seeing what kind of space the quiet prodigy had created for himself.

"The most handsome boy in school!" Ashido thought to herself, suppressing a grin as her excitement bubbled up.

"A chance to glance into his quiet private life. How exciting!" Hagakure thought, her invisible form almost vibrating with anticipation. Todoroki's reserved nature made his room an intriguing mystery, one they were all eager to uncover.

"Let's get this over with. It's late," Todoroki said as he opened his door. There was no excitement in his words, only the sense that he indulged his classmates' curiosity out of necessity. As the door slid open, the soft click of the handle echoed through the hall, and they were greeted with something that none of them had anticipated.

Todoroki's room had a distinct Japanese touch—so much so that it felt like they'd been transported to a traditional home. The atmosphere was serene, almost meditative. On the left stood a simple desk, its clean lines matching the minimalistic vibe of the space. Next to it was a pot with lush bamboo, adding a touch of green to the otherwise neutral palette. But it was the sliding door that led to a small balcony that truly caught everyone's attention—it was a quintessential element of Japanese architecture, something that felt completely out of place in the otherwise modern dorm building.

"So Japanese!" Ashido and Sero exclaimed in perfect unison, their voices filled with awe. They exchanged surprised glances, clearly impressed by the authenticity of the décor.

"It was even built differently!" Kaminari chimed in, his wide-eyed expression a clear indicator of just how thrown off he was by the room's transformation. He waved his arms dramatically as if trying to absorb the atmosphere around him.

Todoroki gave a small nod. "We've got these kinds of floor mats at my home. They're much more comfortable than hardwood," he explained, his tone casual. His hand brushed the edge of the soft tatami mat beneath his feet, its texture bringing back memories of his childhood home.

"This isn't your house!" Kaminari exclaimed incredulously, throwing his hands up in the air. The disbelief was almost comical, but no one could deny the skill it must have taken to create such a space in the dorms.

Mineta, however, was still stuck on a different detail. He leaned in, eyes wide with suspicion. "How did you remodel this entire room in just one day?!" His voice was filled with the same energy as Kaminari's, almost as if they were the same person at that moment.

Todoroki didn't answer right away. He paused, his expression impassive, and for a moment, it seemed like he might not respond at all. But then, in his typically understated way, he said, "With hard work."

"You are a beast," Kaminari said, shaking his head in disbelief, though a hint of admiration crept into his voice.

"He'll make such a good pro," Hagakure said as she, Ashido, and Sato began to walk out of the room. Her voice carried an air of admiration, as though Todoroki's dedication was an example they could all learn from.

"Pretty boys have tricks up their sleeves," Sato muttered under his breath, his hands sliding into his pockets. Though the comment was said softly, there was an undeniable hint of resignation in his voice. The display of Todoroki's sheer capability had left him feeling somewhat unsettled, though he tried to mask it with humor.

"Okay, next! The last of the guys is..." Ashido's voice trailed off as she turned slowly, her gaze drifting toward the one person whose room had yet to be revealed. The rest of the class followed her lead, their attention shifting to the last untouched door.

Sato shifted awkwardly on his feet, his eyes darting away nervously as all eyes fell on him. "Me..." he mumbled, clearly uncomfortable under the spotlight.

Compared to the last few rooms they'd seen, Sato's room felt notably lackluster, bordering on plain. It lacked the meticulous decor of Todoroki's traditional space and the manly flair of Kirishima's domain. It had the same simplicity as Ojiro's, but there was one distinct difference. Tucked against the wall was a shelf brimming with various cooking utensils—a mix of pots, pans, and baking trays, all neatly arranged as if they were a prized collection. Nearby, a compact countertop oven sat atop a dresser, its surface gleaming from recent use. Despite its modesty, the room gave off an unexpected sense of comfort.

"Anyway, it's a boring room," Sato muttered with a resigned shrug, clearly not expecting much enthusiasm from his classmates.

"All of them are after Todoroki's," Kirishima remarked, his voice tinged with humor as he leaned against the doorway.

Amidst the casual chatter, Ojiro's nose twitched as he sniffed the air, catching the faint but unmistakable scent of something sweet and sugary. His brow furrowed in confusion before his curiosity got the better of him. "Something smells good, though. What is it?" he asked, turning to Sato with a curious expression.

Sato's eyes widened in sudden realization, his head snapping toward the oven. "Oh, crap! I forgot about that!" he exclaimed out, hurrying over. He pulled open the oven door, releasing a puff of warm, sweet-smelling air. "I finished unpacking really early, so I decided to bake a chiffon cake. I thought we could all eat it together," he explained, his voice sounding a little embarrassed. His gaze shifted from the cake to the others. "It hasn't been iced yet, but..." He trailed off for a moment before offering a shy smile. "Anyone want some?"

Before he could finish his offer, Uraraka, Hagakure, and Ashido eagerly rushed forward, their faces lighting up at the mention of cake. The girls gathered around, their eyes widening at the golden, fluffy dessert.

"The strong guy's an expert baker?!" Mineta and Kaminari exclaimed in unison, their voices carrying a mix of disbelief and envy. It wasn't lost on them how much attention Sato was getting from the girls, and their jaws nearly hit the floor as the trio gushed over his culinary skills.

Uraraka took a bite, her eyes widening as she savored the fluffy texture. "It's delicious! So fluffy," she said, poking at her cheek to emphasize her point as a satisfied smile spread across her face.

"I could eat this every day!" Hagakure added enthusiastically, her voice carrying enough excitement to convey her joy. She was practically bouncing as she reached for another slice.

"Forget Sero, this is unexpected!" Ashido chimed in, mirroring Uraraka's cheek-poking gesture. Jiro, standing quietly to the side, nodded in agreement, clearly impressed by Sato's hidden talent.

Even Yaoyorozu couldn't help but be impressed. "I think it's great that you have such a fun hobby, Sato," she said warmly. Her eyes brightened with a sudden thought. "Would you like to bake something to go with my tea one day?"

Sato's face flushed a deep red as the attention continued to pour in, and for a moment, it looked like steam might actually burst from his ears. His usually calm and collected demeanor faltered under the weight of so many compliments. "Uh, I seriously did not expect this reaction," he stammered, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish grin. He let out a nervous laugh, clearly flustered by the unexpected attention. "Mostly, I bake as part of the training for my sugar Quirk. Store-bought sweets can get pretty pricey," he admitted, still slightly stunned by how much enthusiasm his simple hobby had sparked.

"That's it for the boys' rooms. Next up, it's our turn, ladies!" Hagakure declared with exuberance, her voice filled with enthusiasm as she gestured toward the girls.

A collective groan escaped from Jiro. "Aw man, that's so many rooms. Shouldn't we just turn in?" she muttered, half-hoping someone would agree with her and call it a night. The thought of exposing her personal space to her classmates made her uneasy, and the energy that had carried them through the boys' rooms was now starting to wear thin.

Ashido, however, was having none of it. "Come on, Jiro, live a little!" she replied, bouncing on her heels as if they hadn't just spent the last hour exploring room after room.

Jiro sighed, fidgeting slightly. "It's kind of embarrassing..." she mumbled, her voice soft as she reached for the doorknob. Her face flushed slightly at the thought of everyone seeing the room, which reflected her deepest passion for music. But the excitement in the air was contagious, and there was no escaping it now.

When she finally opened the door, the group stepped into a space that felt distinctly Jiro. The room was decorated in a checkered style, giving it an edgy yet understated vibe. Around the room were various musical instruments, from guitars to a drum set, each placed with care and precision. The atmosphere screamed cool, minimalistic rock energy, a perfect reflection of her personality. On the left side of the room, a tall shelf was crammed with vinyl records—an impressive collection that seemed to hint at the many genres she'd explored over the years. Above her sleek desk hung posters of her favorite bands, their bold colors standing out against the muted tones of the room.

"Whoa, you've got so many instruments!" Kaminari exclaimed, his eyes wide as he took in the guitars and amps filling the space. The excitement in his voice was evident; he didn't expect Jiro's hobby to run this deep.

"It's because Jiro's totally punk rock," Hagakure chimed in, her invisible form practically bouncing in place as she admired the instruments with admiration.

Uraraka stepped closer, eyes sparkling with curiosity as she gestured toward the array of instruments lining the walls. "Can you play all of these?" she asked, clearly impressed by the collection. Her tone carried a mix of awe and fascination, marveling at Jiro's quiet yet profound talent.

Jiro hesitated for a moment, feeling a rush of heat creep up her neck. She nervously touched the ends of her earphone jacks together, a subtle gesture of embarrassment. "Yeah, at least a little..." she replied, her voice modest despite the impressive setup in front of them. She could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on her, and it made her want to shrink into the corner.

Kaminari smirked as he glanced around the room. "Your room's girlier than this," he said with a teasing lilt, shifting his attention toward Aoyama, eager to stir up some friendly rivalry.

Aoyama didn't miss a beat. "Because I've got style," he replied with a dramatic flourish, striking a pose as if he were on a runway. His confident, almost flamboyant air contrasted starkly with Jiro's humble surroundings, but that only made him more committed to the bit.

Jiro's expression darkened, her patience finally wearing thin. She pivoted on her heel, fixing a sharp glare on the two boys, her earphone jacks twitching in a warning. In an instant, they plunged into Kaminari's and Aoyama's ears, her displeasure evident as she unleashed a pulse of soundwaves through their bodies.

"We're done here," she said flatly, her voice cold as the boys trembled under the sonic assault.

"Next is me! Welcome in, guys!" Hagakure announced with boundless enthusiasm, waving them into her room as if unveiling a grand surprise. "Whaddaya think?" she added eagerly.

The room they stepped into was a striking contrast to the previous ones they had visited. Hagakure's space radiated a soft, feminine energy that was impossible to ignore. The walls were adorned in various shades of pink, giving the entire room a rosy glow. Her bed was made of pink sheets and patterned with delicate red roses, creating an almost whimsical air. A pink curtain with playful cherries covered the sliding door leading to the balcony, fluttering slightly from the breeze outside.

It wasn't just the color scheme that made her room stand out—there were small, personal touches everywhere. Against the wall stood a pink storage cabinet, its surface shiny and polished, with drawers in blue and purple hues that gave it a splash of variety. A giant blue teddy bear sat on her bed; its soft arms spread wide like it was waiting for a hug. The shelf above her desk was a home for more stuffed animals, all neatly arranged to show off their adorable forms.

Kaminari blinked as he took in the overwhelmingly girly room, his voice full of awe and slight disbelief. "Now this is girly. So pink..."

Mineta had stealthily positioned himself near the drawer, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He took a dramatic, exaggerated sniff of the air, his nostrils flaring as though inhaling some invisible aroma. "Plus Ultra...!" he whispered to himself, a perverse glint in his eye as he made a beckoning motion with his hand, creeping ever closer to what he thought was the ultimate treasure.

Hagakure's invisible form seemed to ignite in indignation as she quickly noticed his movements. Bursts of steam practically exploded from where her head would be. "Get away from there, Mineta, you perv!" she shrieked, frantically waving her arms to shoo him away from her belongings.

"We can do mine next!" Ashido interjected, eager to shift the mood away from Mineta's antics. She gave Hagakure a reassuring smile before leading the group onward, her pink-skinned hand motioning them to follow.

One trip up the stairs and down the hall later, the students found themselves standing in front of Ashido's door. With a dramatic flourish, the lively girl pushed it open, revealing her unique sense of style. Her room was a striking mix of magenta and black, an unexpected yet energetic combination that perfectly matched her bubbly personality. The tiger-stripe curtains hanging by the window gave the room a bold, wild vibe, while her bed was covered in polka-dot bedsheets, complete with an assortment of brightly colored throw pillows. A coat rack stood in the corner, adorned with scarves, a varsity jacket, and a quirky hat, adding a personal, fashionable touch to the space.

"Ta-da!" Ashido exclaimed, her arms thrown wide as she spun around to face her friends. "Isn't it super cute?"

"Wow..." was all Kirishima could manage, his eyes wide as he looked around the eclectic yet undeniably cute room. The others nodded in agreement, the room's charm and bold choices fitting Ashido's personality to a tee.

The class turned toward the elevator once more as they prepared for the next stop on their room tour—Uraraka's room. Stepping inside, they were greeted by a modest space that, while cozy, didn't stand out as much as the others. The decor was simple, save for a large astrology chart that hung over her bed, lending a personal touch to the otherwise plain setting.

"Yeah, it's not very interesting, I know," Uraraka admitted, her cheeks tinged pink as she rubbed the back of her head with a sheepish grin. She clearly felt a little self-conscious, especially compared to the rooms they had seen so far.

Ojiro, shifting awkwardly beside the door, glanced at Tokoyami. "Is this okay? It feels dirty seeing so many girls' rooms up close. This is their private space."

Tokoyami folded his arms across his chest, eyes narrowing as he muttered under his breath, "Forbidden gardens..." His voice trailed off into a dramatic hush, causing Ojiro to blink in confusion.

Sero, meanwhile, kept Mineta firmly wrapped up in his tape, preventing any further mischief. The tiny pervert squirmed within his restraints, but Sero wasn't taking any chances.

"Next is Asui," Izuku said, but he didn't see the frog girl after a quick glance around.

"Wait, where is Tsu? Haven't seen her," Sero said while keeping Mineta wrapped up firmly in his tape, preventing further mischief. The tiny pervert squirmed within his restraints, but Sero wasn't taking any chances.

"Oh, she wasn't feeling too good, so she's in her room," Uraraka explained, her voice gentle with concern for her friend.

"Well, we shouldn't bother her then," Kaminari said, nodding in agreement. "She can show us later when she's feeling better." With that, the group began to move away, already thinking about the next room on the list.

As Uraraka followed behind them, she glanced one last time at the closed door to Tsu's room, worry etched across her face. Just as she was about to turn back completely, the door cracked open ever so slightly, and from the small gap, Tsu peeked out, her large, expressive eyes watching them silently.

"Last one up is Yaoyorozu," Sero announced, snapping the attention of the group back to the task at hand.

The class vice representative stepped forward, her posture confident, but there was a slight hesitation in her movements. As she cracked the door to her room open, she turned toward her classmates with a nervous glance, her cheeks faintly flushed with embarrassment. "The thing is... I may have miscalculated a few things. My room's a bit more cramped than I intended... and maybe not as creative as some of yours."

She fully opened the door, revealing a room dominated by a massive king-sized bed, its frame pushed back into the corner but still managing to take up most of the available space. There was so little room left that her desk chair could barely be pulled back without hitting the bed's edge. Despite the limited walking space, a large bookshelf filled with encyclopedias and reference books stood proudly against the wall—a testament to her dedication to learning and mastery of her Quirk.

"That bed is huge! You can't even walk in here!" Kaminari exclaimed, wide-eyed as he tried to maneuver his way around the oversized furniture.

"It's my furniture from home... I thought it'd fit, but I had no idea how small these dorm rooms would end up being," Yaoyorozu sheepishly explained, her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink.

Izuku and Uraraka exchanged knowing glances, the same thought running through their minds: "I forget how rich she is."

With Yaoyorozu's room marking the end of the tour, the class made their way back to the common area, ready to cast their votes for the Best Room competition. The air was thick with anticipation as they sat in a loose circle, the hum of excitement buzzing softly in the background.

Ashido held a small box in her hands, grinning from ear to ear as she addressed the group. "And now, here are the results of the first Best Room competition, minus Bakugo, Akiba, and Tsu. With a total of five votes, the overwhelming winner of this totally awesome contest is... Rikido Sato!"

A murmur of surprise spread through the group, but no one looked more confused than Sato himself. "Huh?" He pointed to himself, blinking in disbelief.

"By the way, all the girls voted for you because that cake was delicious," Ashido added with a mischievous wink, the drool escaping from a few of the girls' lips providing undeniable evidence. "I want some more."

"That's why?!" Sato exclaimed, his voice cracking with shock as Mineta and Kaminari immediately began scolding him for bribing the judges with baked goods.

As the laughter and lighthearted banter continued, Todoroki, who had remained largely silent throughout the proceedings, stood up, his expression unreadable. "Is it over? Can I sleep now?" he asked, turning to Izuku and Iida with a half-lidded gaze.

"Yes! Since you had cake, don't forget to brush your teeth!" Iida replied, his stern tone laced with his usual sense of duty.

Just as Todoroki began to make his way toward the elevator, Uraraka called out, "Hey, Todoroki, wait a minute!" She glanced around, catching the eyes of a few others. "Deku, Iida, Yaoyorozu, Kirishima—you guys, too. Can you come with me for a sec? It's really important."

Intrigued, the small group followed Uraraka outside, their curiosity piqued. The cool night air greeted them as they stepped onto the stone path, where they found Tsu standing a few feet away, her head lowered slightly.

Kirishima was the first to speak, his voice tentative. "So, uh... where are we going?" he asked before noticing Tsu standing apart from them, looking down at the ground.

"Tsu said she had something she wanted to tell everyone," Uraraka explained softly, her gaze flicking between the frog girl and the others.

Tsu finally spoke, her voice steady yet filled with a deep vulnerability. "You guys know I'm pretty straightforward and always speak what's on my mind... But sometimes..." She paused, her words faltering as she gathered her thoughts. "Sometimes I don't know what to say. Remember what I said back at the hospital? When you were talking about the rescue?"

Izuku nodded, his expression serious. "Yeah. Every word."

Tsu's shoulders slumped slightly as she continued. "My heart was hurting. And the things I said... must've upset you." Her voice wavered with a quiet sadness, and Uraraka instinctively reached out to comfort her, patting her back reassuringly.

"It's okay, Tsu," Uraraka said softly.

Tsu shook her head, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Despite my warning, you still went... I didn't know that until this morning. I thought I stopped you, but it turns out I was worthless... a complete failure. And suddenly, I had no idea what to say. I didn't think I deserved to joke around and have fun with everyone like usual, but..." she trailed off, finally meeting the group's eyes. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she whispered, "It made me so sad to be without you."

The group was stunned into silence, unable to find the right words.

"That's why I wanted to talk with you," Tsu continued, her voice trembling. "Even if I'm still not sure how I'm supposed to feel... I wanted you to know so we can hang out and talk and have a good time again."

Uraraka stepped forward, her eyes shining with empathy. "It's not just you who thinks that," she said as a few sobs escaped Tsu's lips. "Everyone felt pretty bad and wanted things to go back like they used to be before. That's why we did the room contest—to bring us closer together, to make us feel like a class again. It's all we could come up with, so please don't think we were trying to trick you or anything."

With a reassuring smile, Uraraka turned to face them fully. "Look, what I'm saying is... let's work hard on our training and be good friends again, okay?"

"Tsu!" Kirishima suddenly exclaimed, stepping forward with tears brimming in his eyes. "I'm sorry! Thanks for telling us how you feel!"

"It's okay!" Yaoyorozu chimed in, her own tears glistening as she moved closer to comfort Tsu.

"I apologize!" Iida added, his voice filled with sincerity.

"You shouldn't feel bad," Todoroki said quietly, his tone surprisingly gentle.

"Asu—Tsu!" Izuku stammered, emotion tightening his throat.

Kirishima, unable to hold back any longer, grabbed Tsu's shoulders with a firm but comforting grip. "Listen, I won't make you sad again!" he vowed, his eyes shining with determination.

"Me either," Yaoyorozu added softly, patting the back of Tsu's head in a tender gesture of reassurance.

"We promise!" Iida added, his voice resolute.

Izuku, now fighting back his own tears, wiped at his eyes and looked up at the stars scattered across the night sky. This night wasn't important because they had taken another step toward becoming heroes, but because they still had each other—even after everything that had happened.

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Inko sat at the small kitchen table, staring blankly at the mug of tea that had long gone cold in her hands. The quiet hum of the refrigerator in the background felt distant, like white noise in the back of her mind, doing little to ground her in the moment. Her thoughts were far from this room, from this quiet apartment. They were with Tatsuya, somewhere in that sterile hospital, where he lay silent and unmoving.

The hospital had reassured her that he was in good hands, that the coma was necessary for his recovery, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough. The words they'd spoken were just hollow assurances, polite phrases meant to soothe worried family members. Yet, they didn't improve Inko's mood in the slightest. Not when the image of him in that monstrous form still haunted her every thought. That wasn't the boy she knew—the boy she had taken in and cared for, the one with the quiet, determined resolve. What had happened at Naruhata? What had driven him to... that?

A sudden tremor passed through her, and she pushed herself upright, her chair scraping the floor in protest. She began to pace, her bare feet making soft sounds against the linoleum. Her hands twisted together at her waist, a restless knot of nervous energy. She glanced at the window, but the dusky light outside brought no comfort. Shadows stretched long across the horizon, and the faint glow of streetlights did little to brighten the world.

For everyone else, it was just another evening. Life carried on. Unremarkable. Unyielding. Yet, for Inko, it felt like time had ground to a halt, trapping her in an endless moment of waiting.

Tatsuya wasn't her son by blood, but that had never mattered to her. She had treated him like her own from the moment he had come into their lives. Now, the thought of him lying alone in that hospital bed, lost in a medically induced slumber, filled her with a sense of helplessness she couldn't shake. Every day that passed without seeing him, without hearing his voice, chipped away at her resolve. She had always been strong for Izuku and always found a way to carry the burden of her worries in silence. But this was different. This was Tatsuya. And seeing him like that... it had broken something inside her.

The clock on the wall ticked steadily, its sound unnaturally loud in the stillness. Inko's eyes drifted toward it, though she wasn't reading the time. She was listening to the seconds slipping away, each one a reminder of her inability to do anything but wait. Maybe tomorrow, she'd call the hospital again. Maybe tomorrow, they'd tell her something that felt like hope.

In the quiet gloom of his hospital room, Tatsuya lay motionless, the pale sheets tucked neatly around him. The faint beeping of the monitors pulsed in steady intervals, a sterile reassurance of life's tenuous grip. His face, calm and serene in the artificial light, seemed so unlike him. The boy she knew had always carried a spark, a quiet determination in his amber eyes. This stillness didn't belong to him.

And yet, the air in the room began to shift. It was subtle at first, like the faint prickle of static on skin or the sensation of being watched. The sound of the machines seemed to fade into the background, and the atmosphere thickened, heavy with something unspoken, something wrong.

Without warning, Tatsuya's eyes snapped open. Gone was the warm amber that had always held a quiet resolve. Instead, a deep, burning red stared ahead, unfocused yet unnervingly sharp, like the gaze of a predator awakening from a long, dark slumber. His chest rose and fell evenly, his body otherwise still, but the weight of his presence in the room had changed.

The beeping of the monitors carried on, unbothered, oblivious. Yet the air felt as though it were holding its breath, heavy with anticipation, waiting for something to happen.

And in that suffocating stillness, the storm began to gather.

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A/N: I apologize for the filler nature of this chapter. I wasn't entirely sure how to transition Tatsuya meeting up with the class—whether it should be after their move into the dorms or right before the exam. After some consideration, I've decided to have the meetup happen at the same time as class learning about the idea of Ultimate Moves.

Will the students focus on their progress with their training? Can Tatsuya be able to make a swift recovery?

Stay tuned, dear readers, as the story unfolds in the next chapter. Don't forget to leave your thoughts and predictions in the comments, and if you enjoyed this chapter or the story overall, don't forget to leave a vote—it truly makes a difference.

Thanks for reading, and I hope to see you in the next chapter.