15 Aug 2019
Bakugou has PTSD from everything that he has been through, and now that they have he dorms, he has to try hard not to let people find out. Kirishima is just worried about his bro.
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(legit copied the summary from my wattpad story. sue me)
11 Jan 2019
"As some of you already suspect, we are 85% sure that there is a traitor in UA." Present Mic finally spoke to the students gathered. When nothing happened, he continued.
"We have gone through extensive measures to ensure that none of the teachers are traitors." Quietly, the students all looked around at the teachers.
"Unfortunately, class 1A and 1B, you are our highest suspects, especially you, 1A." Class 1A gulped, afraid of what their teachers were saying.
"We don't believe that the traitor is necessarily bad or is a traitor because they want to." Deku and some of the smarter students nodded, agreeing with that statement.
"So, traitor, if you are sitting here listening to this now, we would appreciate it if you could quietly raise your hand."
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18 Aug 2019
14 Jul 2019
It hadn’t been Todoroki’s intention to end their training session going down in flames.
At least, not literally.
. . .
In which Todoroki pushes himself too far in training, and Aizawa is so done with his stubborn kids.
31 Jul 2019
29 Jun 2019
Shōto’s gaze trails to where Enji stands in the middle of his room, all-seeing, all-knowing; his childhood fear of his father’s fists, his father’s words, has never truly gone away. His so-called ‘rebellious phase’ could always be culled with a few threats to Fuyumi’s person—as much as he cares so little for himself, he knows that the only reason why Endeavor allows Fuyumi to stay despite her little income is so he can hold her over his head. He’d only hurt her once, but that once was enough to make sure the lesson would sink into Shōto’s head—at the tender age of eight, he’d cleaned her cuts up with practised hands as a fourteen-year old Fuyumi asked him with wide, watery eyes whether that was what Enji did to him on a daily basis; he’d shaken his head no.
Their father hurt him far, far more than she could’ve ever imagined.
30 Sep 2019
There’s a first time for everything.
The first time everyone crammed in Momo’s room to study, a mess of limbs and books on her bed.
The first time Mina burned crepes so badly the smoke alarm went off.
The first time a jumpscare got Sero so badly, he flipped off the back of the couch.
The first time Uraraka fell asleep at the table and accidentally sent it floating.
The first time someone realized Todoroki walked far too quietly, and far too cautiously around the dorms to be normal.
The first time Midoriya broke his toe on a door frame and kept walking through it.
The first time Kirishima woke up screaming through the walls.
The first time Tsuyu blanched at the sight of a needle.
The first time Bakugo dropped, clutching the back of his neck with eyes scarily vacant and detonating everything around him until Aizawa had to intervene.
It wasn’t always pretty, but the dorms were filled with firsts.
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03 Aug 2019