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Even though the day was over, the class representatives requested some students to stay back, that included me. "So for laundry duty, Iida and I will be assigning each group of students a class." Momo folded her notebook and lifted it, resting her elbow on her arm, wrapped around her slender waist. "If anyone has finished their duty for one class, feel free to help other groups," Iida announced.

I was assigned class 1-C from the Department of General Studies, along with Ojiro and Yaomomo herself. Jiro, Hagakure and Sero were assigned the laundry for 1-A. "Hey!" Ojiro walked up to my seat. "Hey!" I dropped my tablet into my bag and slung it over one shoulder, "What's the plan?" I walked out with him through the door. "Well, I'm going to fetch my laundry first then I'll head over with you guys to the 1-C dorms." We were waiting outside by the door for Momo to join. "Yea, I agree. I'll do the same." All the students of Class 1-A poured out into their groups. The class was nearly empty but Momo still wasn't out. When I peered in, I discovered that both class representatives were involved in a heavy discussion. "What's taking her so long?"

"Hey sorry guys, thanks for waiting!" Momo's head popped out of the class, interrupting an awkward silence. The class halls were empty while we walked back to the dorms. "So Ojiro and I decided to get our laundry first and then head together to 1-C." I broke the silence, "Sounds good." She tucked a tuft of hair behind her ear. "I-I'll join you after some time. I need to make sure that the rest of the class is doing okay." She jogged away, clutching her tote in one hand. "Well, she seems distracted." Ojiro raised both his palms behind his head. "Class rep problems I guess." We finally reached our dorm. We both agreed to wait for each other at the door once we were done handing in the laundry.

"Oh hey, Rylie!" Sero approached me, with his hands on both his hips. He was wearing a plain white tee he tucked into his black pyjamas pants, an orange hoodie knotted to his waist. "How's it going?" I asked peering into the laundry room on the right. "It's been busy." He stuttered, scratching his head. I saw Iida giving strict instructions to Jiro and Hagakure, the other two cowered with sunken faces. "Oh yea, Bakugo offered to cook dinner for us. You should go to the kitchen and let him know how much he should keep for you." No, was my instinctive reaction.

The hall was busy with the students of class 1-A chatting with each other as they took turns to drop their laundries. I found myself standing behind Bakugo watching him work his way around the kitchen. "Oi." I began. He turned to me, his expression changed to one of disgust when he saw me. "What are you making?" I dodged his gaze. "Sukiyaki" He returned to toss a few ingredients into the boiling pot. "Please put lots of meat into mine." My voice was drowned with the loud sizzle as the vegetables hit the pan. He lifted the stirrer and sunk it into the mix. I heard you, now get lost. "  Fucking bastard. I turned to my heel. Kacchan is reliable, trust me. I remembered Izuku's words. "Hey Bakugo, I reluctantly turned over my shoulder." What now? " He grumbled. "Thanks!" I somehow felt oddly different about him. 

"You ready?" I found myself crashing into Ojiro. Oh, shit. " No, give me ten minutes. I need to get my laundry." I ran to the elevators, dived into my room and stuffed all the laundry lying on the floor into my laundry bag. I jogged out of the elevator and unloaded the bag into Jiro's arms before she even had a chance to greet me. "Let's go," I returned to Ojiro. Under the sunset, we walked to the dorms of 1-C. He pushed through the door and I followed, standing beside him. The dorms were the same as ours but it was oddly quiet. The noise from the television in the centre of the hall echoed in the silence. A few guys mindlessly gaped at the television, dunking their hands into a large paper bag and stuffing fistfuls of popcorn into their jaws, dropping some to the floor. A purple-haired boy in a plain printed cat tee turned to us.

"Oh, the laundry guys are here." He switched off the television and rose from the couch. Another blond turned, bringing his feet on the couch. "Tsukki!" I waved. He raised a palm back at me. "We were waiting for you guys." The purple-haired boy with heavy dark-eye bags walked to us, crumbs of popcorn dotted his shirt. He tilted the bag to us, I refused. "So where do you want us to leave them?" He plucked out crumbs from the nasty knots in his hair. "Um," I looked at Ojiro for an answer but he refused to talk, his hands balled into fists. "You can leave them by the door," I replied instead, pointing to the laundry room by the left corridor. Tsukki and the other boys lugged the other bags where I had indicated them. Ojiro refused to look at the purple-haired boy in the eyes.

"Tsukki, it's been a while." I punched him lightly on the shoulder when I returned. He seemed indifferent. "Hey." He put a hand on his hip. "You in the general course?" I continued. "Pretty much." He replied. "Hey, so you guys know each other!" I felt a tap on my shoulder from the jovial purple-haired guy. We both looked at him. "You must be new here too!" He smiled from ear to ear looking back and forth between us. "Oh, where are my manners," He brushed the crumbs off his chest and wiped the grease on his trousers, "Sorry I am Hitoshi Shinso. Just call me Shinso." He extended the same hand to greet me. The tee loosely fell over his chiselled muscles as they moved. I irked, regrettably met his hand with mine. "I'm Tsukki's classmate." He jerked his head at the tall blond. "Let's catch up sometime." Shinso placed a hand on his friend's back and Tsukki rolled his eyes. "Sure!" I smiled. "Cool, see you around." He let me be.

I joined Ojiro in the laundry. He had successfully unloaded three bags into the washers and was in the process of tipping the fourth. He spotted me trot around the corner. "Can you help me with this? This one is heavy." I helped him tilt the bag's contents into the washer and dragged the fifth bag across the floor, untying the lace. He pulled out the liquid detergent pod from a box and tossed it into the fifth washer with his tail. "Here, let me help you with that." We both heaved the bag from the floor and emptied it into the washer. He closed the door shut and started it. We emptied ten bags, eleven bags left.

The driers were just beneath the washers. There were fifteen minutes left before we could pull out the first wash, so we waited. "What was that about?" I asked him. "What?" his tail moved cooly from side to side. "You know what," I groaned, "You didn't say hi to Shinso. You kept ignoring him even when he walked up to us." Ojiro lowered his head, sulking as he heard those words. "What's going on?" I had to ask. "He's a manipulative guy." A soft voice left his lips, I was barely able to hear it myself. "Seemed alright to me." I shrugged. "It's his quirk, brainwash. If you speak to him, he can control your thoughts." his knuckles tightened around the pole he was leaning on. "Oh." I watched the clothes tumble in the machine. A bell on the first washer caught his attention. I quickly shoved the clothes from the washer to the dryer below. We untied the next bag and tipped it into the washer. Eleven bags, ten to go and ten minutes to go until the next wash gets done.

"It's okay, uh if you don't want to bring it up." I clasped my wrist hoping to return to our conversation. "I had to drop out of the sports festival because he brainwashed us into the team." I fell silent. "Oh, were you hurt?"

"No, it's just awful to be manipulated to do something against your will-as a hero." He stressed on the last words. I had hit a sore spot. "I-I'm sorry." I attempted to reconcile my mistake but it failed. "It's alright. But I'd warn you not to talk to him." He pulled out the second wash and unloaded it into the dryer. I helped him tip the twelfth bag into the washer. Nine bags to go. We started both machines and returned to the conversation. There were ten minutes till the third washing machine was done.

"He didn't manipulate me," I argued. "He's clever that way. I can only warn you." There was an awkward silence between us. The door creaked open, "Hey sorry guys, Midoriya spilt a huge pile of sheets in dorm 3-A and well," she hesitated, clutching her phone in one hand. "It's alright, you can take over for Ojiro. He's been at it for a while now." I interrupted.

"No, I'm fine." He was quick to interject. The third washer was done. I unloaded the clothes into the dryer. "Let me help you." Momo offered Ojiro as the two emptied the thirteenth bag into the empty washing machine. I tossed in a detergent pod and started both the machines. The fringe on Ojiro's forehead was bathed in dew. He wiped it with the back of his wrist. "I can manage here with Momo. You should probably rest, I'll call you later." I suggested. He tensed, "I'm fine here."

"Oi," Shinso leaned on the door, his broad shoulders pressed against the door, looking over to us. "We are ordering takeout, you guys want some?" He peered up after typing up on his phone. "Thanks, but we're good." Momo smiled and I looked at Ojiro. "Oh okay," he scanned our faces before he left, leaving the door to swing after him. The door see-sawed to a halt. "Mind if I take a break?" I asked them. After all, it was getting too hot and humid in this room and it smelled of detergent. "Yeah okay," Momo said. I helped them load the fifth dryer and empty the fourteenth bag before I stepped out.

I stretched my limbs and heaved a sigh of relief. I needed fresh air. It had turned dark and the lights of the street lamps on campus knawed at the far reaches of darkness. I noticed a few teachers retiring into their quarters from the main building. It was a full moon night and the starlit sky stretched across the landscape. Shinso returned with a few of his classmates, each carrying a tall paper bag with them. "Hey." he stopped by me, just a few steps away from the entrance to the dorm. He followed my gaze to the sky, "Wow, isn't it?" His vision traced the length of the galaxy painting the night sky. "Yea," I agreed. He helped me up with his hand. "Meet Tsutsutaka Agoyamato and Chikuchi Togeike." He pointed first to the male on his right and then the female on his left. "Hi," I realized my butt was soaked a little with the dew from the grass. I brushed the dirt off my ass, shoving my hands into my back pocket as an excuse. "Cool, can we join you?" he looked over at his mates and they agreed. They sat on the bench beside me and unpacked their box meals.

"Where's Tsukki?" They stretched their legs out. "He's on his way." Shinso paid me little attention. "Oh, why don't you join us?" He shuffled into the seat creating space for me. "No, I have to head back inside anyway, thanks!" I argued. "Okay," he plucked two chopsticks from the box and poked them into his food. "Tsukki!" He waved at the tall blond behind me. He took the space beside Shinso on the bench. "I guess I'll head back inside" I awkwardly jerked my thumb at the door. "Sure, bye. See you tomorrow." Shinso half-smiled at me. "Oh Tsukki," I appeared again beside my friend, "We're meeting for a game of basketball tomorrow. You wanna join?"

"Oh, that sounds great! It's been a while since I have seen you play, Tsukki!" Shinso nudged his classmate, without giving him a chance to reply. "Fine, sure." Tsukki agreed like he wasn't given a choice. "Cool, I'll come too." Shinso eagerly looked at me.  "Sure, see you two tomorrow then!" I waved leaving them to their dinner.

"How's it going?" I joined Ojiro and Momo back into the laundry room. "Four bags to go." Momo counted. "Now it's three." the bell sounded and Ojiro began unloading the wash into the dryer. I helped Momo unload a new bag into the empty washing machine. "Ojiro, you want to switch out? They are sitting outside the building for dinner." I looked at him. "You look exhausted," I pleaded. "Okay," he sighed giving it some thought, "let me know if you need anything." 

"They don't bite." I teased and his eyes narrowed at me. He reluctantly dragged himself out of the room, his tail pulling the door behind him. He stormed off leaving us a few moments of awkward silence. We emptied the last three bags into the washing until the first dryer was done. Momo helped me unload the dryer into the bag and I unloaded the washer into the dryer. After loading four bags, I decided to check on Ojiro.

"Hey, long time" Shinso, the group from 1-C and Ojiro were standing face-to-face in the hall. The latter remained silent. "C'mon, will you forget it? It's been a few months now." Shinso dropped his paper bag into the bin by the kitchen. "What," he returned Ojiro's stare, "will you give up laundry duty if I did that to you again?" He chuckled. The blond was growing uncomfortable. "Excuse me," I saved my classmate by the wrist and dragged him back into the laundry. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't see you Rylie," Shinso called behind me. Wait, I don't remember introducing myself.

"Six bags to go," Momo announced. She lifted herself smiling until she saw Ojiro's face, "Something happened right?"

I shrugged. I picked up two bags in each arm and lugged them into the hall, dropping them beside the couch. Each of them discovered their bags and returned to their rooms. "Oh hey, Rylie." Mina was leaning against the entrance. "Not done yet?" She peered at the bags sitting by the couches. "Uh, this is the last one." Momo inched closer to me lifting a heavy bag with her hands. She dropped it on the couch and heaved a sigh of relief. "That's done." She wiped her forehead. "You came for something?" Ojiro asked. "Yea, dinner's ready. Everyone finished so we were waiting for you guys to join." Mina returned to her phone, frantically typing something hilarious, I could tell.  "Cool," Momo replied, placing both her hands on her hips.

I followed them back with the rest. It was nice to return to a class whose barbaric nature I had grown accustomed to. "The food's lying in the kitchen. Go help yourselves." Mina pointed to the kitchen counter while she returned to the couch with the others. As I approached the counter, the waft of the fragrant food reached my nose. That was when I realized that all the hard work had made me hungry. Momo plucked out a pair of chopsticks lying in a holder and picked up a warm bowl meal arranged on the counter. I only followed. "Oi, dunce face" Bakugo halted me as I was about to lift a nice meal for myself, killing my hunger. "That's yours," he pointed to a bowl in the corner of the counter. I picked up the one he showed me. It was layered with meat. Well, he couldn't kill all my hunger because my mouth was watering.

I emptied the bowl into my gut as Shoji and Asui's jaws dropped off the couch. My stomach roared so quietly that I decided to plunder any remaining food from the fridge. Empty? The fridge was full of raw ingredients. Aw, I wish I had ordered takeout with Shinso. My clumsy rumbling stomach refused to part with the fridge. "Are you still hungry?" Kirishima eyed me. "Uh no, I have dry snacks in my room, I'll manage." Rylie, those paper-thin seaweed wafers are no good! I washed my plate regretfully and put back the utensils. "Okay, just let Bakugo know you'll take more helpings tomorrow." Kirishima was right, if I was going to survive through another long day, I'll need a wholesome meal. I returned with the red-head who had beckoned his friend back to his room, "A fruit shake." I lowered my head down to a bow in front of the hot-head. "Fucking greedy swine." He turned on his heel and sunk his hands into his pockets, lazily following his friend's chatter to the elevator. I could tell tomorrow was going to be a good day.

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