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Chapter 16: Friends, Fights, and Food

  As the trio stepped into Ochako’s new dorm room, they were greeted by the sound of upbeat rock music pying from a small speaker and the sight of a ginger-haired woman unpacking her belongings, nodding along to the beat. Noticing the new arrivals, the woman paused her music, turning toward them with a bright smile.

  "Hey there! One of you must be my new roommate!” she said, approaching the group with a friendly smile. “I’m Itsuka Kendo. Nice to meet you guys!”

  “Hi, I’m Ochako Uraraka,” Ochako replied, taking the lead with a friendly wave. “Yep, that would be me! Oh, this is my boyfriend Izuku Midoriya and my… uh… his first girlfriend Katsumi Bakugo.”

  “A throuple? Neat.” Itsuka hummed at the introductions when suddenly her eyes lit up as recognition dawned. “Wait… Uraraka?! I thought you looked familiar!” she excimed, grinning. “I’ve seen your modeling work in a few of my fitness mags. My mom even keeps a few subscriptions for our dojo, so I’ve seen you quite a bit.”

  Ochako’s cheeks flushed as she mentally caught up. “Oh, wow! What a coincidence.”

  “Yeah, no kidding.” Itsuka ughed. “Not to mention those charity campaigns you did. They were incredible! My family’s dojo actually benefited from one of them with how many kids were able to get more into fitness and experience martial arts.”

  Ochako waved her hands modestly. “It’s nothing.. Really. Just trying to help out…”

  Hearing all this, Izuku’s heart swelled with pride as he looked at Ochako, who was squirming under the praise. “You’re incredible,” he said softly, his smile warm.

  Katsumi, of course, couldn’t resist poking fun. “Wow, Pink Cheeks, your new roommate’s a total super fan. Got a poster of you somewhere too?”

  Itsuka ughed, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t go that far! But yeah, I started following her social pages after all that. Having seen your story… You’re really inspiring, Uraraka. Though, when I saw your retirement announcement, I was honestly pretty bummed. But knowing you’re aiming to be a hero is really rad. Let’s do our best, girl!”

  “F-For sure!” Itsuka’s excitement and energy began to catch on to Ochako, who shook off her embarrassment and shared a fist bump with her new roommate. Though the attention was clearly overwhelming her, a small, proud smile shone through, captivating Izuku with its warmth.

  Itsuka’s gaze shifted to Izuku, and she snapped her fingers. “Oh, wait a second. She said you’re her boyfriend, right? I’ve seen you in her posts too!”

  Izuku blinked in surprise. “Wait, posts? Ochako, you’ve been posting about me?”

  Ochako returned to looking sheepish. “Well, yeah. Just a few cute photos of us… nothing major.”

  Itsuka chuckled. “It’s sweet! But I should warn you. It’s caused a bit of an uproar with some of her, uh, ‘passionate’ fans.”

  Katsumi narrowed her eyes. “The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

  Ochako let out an exasperated sigh, crossing her arms. “Some people don’t understand what being parasocial is. They think they’re entitled to my life just because they follow me online.”

  Izuku frowned slightly. “Is that… a big problem?”

  “It’s just something models and other internet folk deal with sometimes,” Ochako said with a shrug, though her tone was reassuring. She reached out to squeeze Izuku’s hand, careful not to float him away. “Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal. They can whine all they want. I found my happiness.”

  Katsumi huffed, crossing her arms. “That’s exactly why I don’t mess with social media. Too many whiners and weirdos. It’s a pain in the ass.”

  Itsuka ughed again, the atmosphere lightening. “You’ve got a point there, Bakugo.” She looked at the trio with a genuine smile. “Anyway, I’m gd we’ll be living together, Uraraka. And it’s great meeting you guys too.”

  “Likewise.” Izuku smiled, happy that it would seem that both of his girlfriends would have splendid roommates.

  With the introductions wrapped up, Itsuka cpped her hands together. “Well, since I’m already pretty much done unpacking, how about I help you with your stuff, Uraraka?”

  Ochako blinked, pleasantly surprised by the offer. “Oh, really? That’d be great, thanks!”

  “Yeah, no problem!” Itsuka smiled, though she looked confused as she noticed a ck of belongings. “So, uh, where’s all your luggage?”

  Ochako grinned, pulling a handful of miniature suitcases out of her pocket. “Right here!”

  Itsuka stared at the tiny bags for a moment before bursting out ughing. “Okay, not what I was expecting! Those things are adorable. But really…?”

  Smiling, Ochako expined, “My sister has a size manipution quirk. She shrunk all of our luggage to make it easier to carry. Watch this.” After pcing down the miniature suitcases, she quickly texted Yui, asking her to return them to their normal size. A few moments ter, Ochako received a thumbs-up emoji from her sister, and the suitcases began to shimmer. Suddenly, they popped back to their original dimensions, exactly how they were when unloaded not long ago.

  The group cpped, and Itsuka leaned in to inspect the bags, clearly impressed. “That’s so cool! Your sister’s quirk is amazing. Is she here at UA, too?”

  “Yup! She’s over in 1-B.” Ochako said with a grin.

  “Nice! Guess I won’t be the only one with a quirk like that then.” The redhead commented, eliciting some confused looks from her new companions. “Oh! Right! I kinda have a size manipution quirk, too, though it’s really just my hands that change. Watch!”

  With a quick motion, her hands suddenly grew to enormous proportions, almost comically rge compared to the rest of her body. She gave them a quick wiggle and smiled. “See, I can manipute the size of my hands, though it’s a bit more limited than your sister’s quirk. Still, it’s great for throwing punches since they hit harder, too.”

  Izuku, ever the quirk enthusiast, immediately pulled out his notebook. “That’s incredible! So, how much weight can your hands lift when they’re that big? And is there a limit to how much they can grow?”

  Itsuka chuckled at his excitement. “There’s definitely a limit,” she said, flexing her oversized fingers before shrinking them back down. “And lifting things depends more on my base strength, but they’re great for increasing leverage or delivering a solid hit.”

  As he wrote down the observations, Izuku recalled what his new friend had mentioned in passing. “Which works in tandem with how you mentioned your family dojo! With the force of your punches mixed with the techniques gained from martial arts… I bet your punches are beyond first css!”

  The observations and praise caused the girl to blush modestly. “I wouldn’t say that per se… Compared to my mom, I may as well be a novice. Hoping my time here at UA will help me close that gap.”

  Her words reminded him of how far he needed to go to catch up with his own idol. He could barely contain 8% of what his potential seemed to be, a far cry from what his mentor needed him to be. For him, Itsuka, and for everyone at UA, this was the starting line to becoming greater.

  As the group began to unpack and organize Ochako’s things, Izuku continued to chat with Itsuka about her quirk and martial arts experience. It was fascinating to hear about the difference between his and Masako’s training regimes at their old gym compared to a proper dojo. Itsuka mentioned her several competition victories, which lit a fire in Katsumi’s eyes. As much as he wanted to watch two gorgeous, fit girls wrestle each other, Izuku had to hold his girlfriend back from sparing right there and then, though Itsuka seemed to welcome the challenge.

  It wasn’t long before Ochako's room took on a cozy and personalized feel. Posters of various consteltions and space-themed decorations adorned the walls while a small telescope stood by the window. It was almost funny how much her room was spaced-themed. Even her bedspread was a deep, starry blue.

  Katsumi gnced about the room. “This room’s the exact opposite of mine. You’ve got stuff everywhere.”

  Izuku grinned. “True. Though you have that All Might card on dispy, you’re not completely decoration-free.”

  Katsumi shot him a look but didn’t reply, her gaze drifting to a poster of the pro hero Thirteen hanging near Ochako’s bed. “You really like Thirteen, huh?”

  Ochako perked up instantly. “Oh, she’s my idol! Her rescue work is what inspired me to focus on that side of heroism.”

  Itsuka tilted her head thoughtfully. “I heard from a friend that Thirteen’s actually a teacher here at UA.”

  Ochako gasped, practically vibrating with excitement. “Are you serious?! Oh my gosh, I really hope we get a css with her! That’d be a dream come true!”

  Katsumi smirked at her friend’s enthusiasm. “Calm down, Pink Cheeks. You’re gonna pass out before you even see her. Wait, Thirteen is a girl? Had no idea.”

  “Yep! Common misconception since she’s always seen in her suit.” Ochako ughed, her cheeks pink but her excitement undimmed.

  Izuku’s mind scoured his mental library of information on the hero. Though he did know her gender, even he had never seen what the rescue hero truly looked like. “Hmm… I wonder what she looks like.”

  “Maybe she is the suit.” Itsuka joked.

  With Ochako’s belongings unpacked, the group migrated toward the suite's shared space to lounge on their new couches and get to know one another better. Itsuka found a lot of amusement in watching her new friends fight over who sat next to their boyfriend on the small loveseat. Ultimately, it didn’t matter, as the girls managed to squish all three of themselves, making liberal use of their boyfriend's personal space. Not that he minded in the slightest.

  It wasn’t long until their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a rather angry growl. All eyes turned toward the source to find a red-faced Ochako with a hand over her stomach.

  “Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “I guess I’m getting a little hungry.”

  Katsumi chuckled from Izuku’s other side. “What this, Pink Cheeks? Not have enough mochi for breakfast?”

  Ochako stuck her tongue out at her fellow haremette and looked at their boyfriend. “Whatcha think we should do for lunch, Izuku?”

  Izuku lit up at the question. To him, it was a no-brainer. Regarding food options for UA students, their choices were retively limited. While some often commuted down into Musatafu for their meals, most agreed that the best food was served right there on campus.

  “We should absolutely check out the school cafeteria!” The verdette excimed, pulling out his phone to pull up a webpage he had bookmarked. He then passed the phone to Ochako, who began to salivate as she read the contents of the UA Cafeteria’s lunch menu. “Not only is all the food gourmet-level, but it's also very cost-efficient and affordable for students and staff! And it’s all thanks to the pro hero Lunch Rush! I’ve read so many articles about how he and his staff make everything fresh, banced, and absolutely delicious. And-”

  “Seriously?” Katsumi interrupted, rolling her eyes as she smirked. “You’ve done research on the school cafeteria? Of course you have, ya nerd.”

  Ochako felt hungrier by the second, only to be broken out of her daze by the phone in her hands buzzing with an incoming text. “Ooh, Izuku! You got a text from Ojiro.”

  Izuku perked up at the mention of his resident lioness. “Oh? What’d she say?”

  “Hmmm, Oh! She’s already here and unpacked!” The gravity girl announced. “Want me to invite her to lunch?”

  “Absolutely.” Izuku nodded, excited to see how his gym partner would get along with Kendo. “Oh, did you ask Yui yet?”

  “Mhmm, she messaged me while we were unpacking,” Ochako responded, pulling up her own phone to reread her sister's message. “She went out with a few other 1-B girls already. Look at her being all social.”

  Izuku chuckled, imagining the reserved girl being social. ‘More like whoever her roommate is dragged her along.’

  “Earphones not here yet?” Katsumi chimed in, curious about the st member of their pre-UA friend group.

  Her boyfriend shook his head. “She said she’s still an hour or so out.”

  “Shame.” The tomboy shrugged before hopping off Izuku’s p and putting her hands on her hips.” Let’s get going then. Starting to get starved myself.”

  “Same here,” Itsuka agreed, standing up and stretching her arms. “Lead the way!”

  As they stepped out of the room and started heading toward the lobby, Izuku suddenly remembered something. Or rather someone. “Oh, wait! I should invite my roommate. We talked about pns earlier but got caught up in the move-ins. Are you guys alright if I invite him?”

  Katsumi raised an eyebrow. “Your roommate? Sure, go ahead. We’ll wait downstairs.”

  Jogging up the stairs to the third floor, Izuku reached his hallway just as someone else was turning the corner. Unable to stop his momentum, he bumped into her, nearly sending the woman toppling over.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry!” he excimed, reacting quickly to catch her tightly by the waist before she could fall. His hands steadied her, but the pcement was… less than ideal.

  The woman froze, her vine-like hair swaying slightly as she realized how close they were. Her pale green eyes widened, and a soft blush spread across her cheeks. Izuku, unaware of the full implications of his actions, quickly released her and stepped back, bowing deeply. “I didn’t mean to! I wasn’t paying attention. Are you okay? I’m so sorry!”

  The woman tried to collect herself, pcing a hand on her chest as if to calm her racing heart. She murmured something under her breath, just quiet enough for Izuku not to catch. “Mother did not warn me that UA had such forward men…”

  The woman coughed into her hand, the blush on her face deepening. “I… I am fine, thank you,” she replied, her voice soft but measured. “Excuse me.”

  Before Izuku could say anything else, the woman turned and used her vine-like hair to expertly grip the trolley of her belongings. With surprising speed, she pulled her things into a nearby dorm room and closed the door, leaving Izuku standing in the hallway, still flustered.

  He rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. ‘Great first impression, Izuku. Clumsy and awkward.’ His curiosity about her vine-like quirk tugged at him, but he didn’t want to be rude by knocking on her door. ‘I didn’t even get her name…’

  Shaking off his embarrassment, Izuku crossed the rest of the distance over to his dorm suite and popped in. Hearing some movement from his roommate's side of the dorm, Izuku called out, “Hey, Kirishima! You around?”

  “Midoriya! What’s up, man?” Kirishima’s voice boomed back from his bedroom. Moments ter, the redhead emerged, already grinning and happy to see him.

  “We’re about to head to the cafeteria for some lunch,” Izuku expined. “Wanna come along?”

  “Absolutely!” Kirishima said, throwing on his shoes and giving Izuku a thumbs-up. “I’m starving!”

  The two made their way downstairs, where Katsumi, Ochako, and Itsuka were waiting. Off to the side was also Yaoyorozu, who was still diligently stationed at her post. Izuku returned the friendly wave she shot him when they noticed one another.

  While Izuku debated inviting the diligent girl to lunch, Kirishima marched up to his friends and gave the girls a warm introduction. “Hey there! I’m Eijiro Kirishima. Nice to meet you all!”

  Ochako and Itsuka took turns introducing themselves while a certain tomboy took a moment to size up the man who’d be sharing a suite with Izuku.

  “So, you’re rooming with my nerd, huh?” she said, smirking. “Well, I’m not sorry if I wake you up in the night.”

  Izuku’s and Ochako’s faces turned bright red as they sputtered, “K-Kacchan!” “Katsumi!”

  “M-my, how bold.” A quiet voice murmured off in the distance, along with the scratching of pen on paper.

  Kirishima, completely oblivious to the innuendo, just shrugged. “Not a problem, man! I’m a heavy sleeper anyway. My folks say I sleep like a rock!”

  Katsumi grinned devilishly. “Good to know.”

  Coughing to cut through the awkwardness, Itsuka quickly changed the subject. “So, Kirishima, what’s your quirk?”

  “Check this out!” Kirishima said, holding up his arms. His skin hardened and took on the appearance of rugged rock, making his muscles look even bulkier than before. “It’s called Hardening! Pretty handy for defense, and I can dish out some heavy hits too.”

  Izuku's eyes lit up with excitement, and he couldn't help but geek out. "That's so cool, Kirishima! How long can you maintain it? Does it make you completely invulnerable?"

  “Whoa, whoa!” Kirishima sheepishly ughed, holding up his hands to stop the flood of questions. "It's pretty durable, but it's not invincible. I can keep it up for a while, but it drains my stamina. I always wished I had something fshier, though."

  Izuku and the girls quickly refuted his downpy. "Are you kidding?" Izuku excimed. "Your quirk is incredible! It's practical and really powerful!"

  Itsuka nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's super cool, Kirishima."

  Katsumi added, "You could take a hit and keep going. You’re the definition of a tank, Brick. That's a hell of a strength."

  Kirishima blinked, clearly not used to the praise. He scratched the back of his head, grinning sheepishly. “Thanks, guys. That means a lot. Not many people have said all that much about it. Well, I guess one girl did, but she’d say nice things about anyone."

  Izuku smiled as he watched his companions bolster his new friends' confidence. He knew his girlfriends would likely hop in and support him, but seeing Kendo also be supportive made his already high opinion of her soar even higher. He was surrounded by genuinely amazing people, and the number of them would only be growing. The bond between them would only grow, something that Izuku intimately felt by the slight nudges Retcon was signaling him in Kendo and Kirishima’s direction.

  Speaking of new friends, Izuku felt a twinge of guilt watching Yaoyorozu stuck working while everyone else was enjoying their day. If his friends were okay with it, why not invite the diligent girl along too? “Hey, Yaoyorozu! Want to join us for lunch?”

  Momo looked up, her face lighting up with a small smile before she shook her head. “Thank you for the offer, Midoriya, but I should stay here and maintain my post. I wouldn’t feel right leaving things unattended.”

  Though the answer disappointed him, he understood. Meanwhile, Ochako tilted her head and asked, “Do you want us to bring anything back for you?”

  Momo reached behind the desk and pulled out a rge, eborately packed lunch box. She opened it to reveal an impressive spread of gourmet-quality food. “That’s kind of you to offer, but I’ve already prepared something.”

  Katsumi stared at the food, then back at her tits. “So that’s where those come from, eh?”

  Despite misunderstanding her comment, Momo flushed slightly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I-It’s actually reted to my quirk,” she admitted sheepishly. “It draws on my lipids, I can assure you.”

  Izuku already had his notebook out and ready to write when Katsumi grabbed his arm and tugged him toward the door. “I’m sure it is, Marshmallows. C’mon, dork, we’re burning daylight.”

  Regrettably leaving Momo behind just as she could have expined her quirk, Izuku let himself be pulled along by his girlfriend. As soon as they stepped outside, Izuku barely had time to register the rush of movement before he was tackled into the grass. A familiar weight pinned him to the ground, and a long, rough tongue licked the side of his face.

  “Masako!” Izuku ughed, immediately realizing who his ‘attacker’ was. The lioness grinned down at him, her golden eyes sparkling with amusement.

  “Izuku,” Masako greeted him cheerfully. “I gotcha again.”

  “Yes, you di-” Before Izuku could finish, a rge hand wrapped around Masako and effortlessly yanked her off of him. Izuku watched in amazement as Itsuka held the lioness at arm’s length. Her brows furrowed as she looked at her with confusion and annoyance. Meanwhile, Ochako and Katsumi simply watched on in amusement, already used to Masako’s antics.

  “What the hell?! Care to expin why you just tackled him?” Itsuka asked, clearly ready to scold her.

  Izuku scrambled to his feet, brushing grass off his clothes. “It’s okay, Kendo. This is the martial artist friend I was talking about earlier. This is just… something we do.”

  “This is normal for you?” Itsuka blinked, her confusion deepening. “Wait, are you dating her too?”

  Masako, still held aloft, shook her head. “Nope, we’re not dating. Izuku hasn’t pinned me yet.”

  The group stared at her bnkly, though only Itsuka was bewildered by the comment. The redhead looked to Izuku for an answer, though he couldn’t supply anything that would satisfy her. Granted, he himself didn’t fully get it either.

  Itsuka hesitated for a moment before setting Masako down. The lioness brushed herself off casually and turned her attention to Itsuka. “By the way, nice hands. Wanna test them against my cws?”

  A glint of something appeared in Itsuka’s eyes as she flexed her fingers and adjusted her stance. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious. Midoriya mentioned how you two trained together.”

  “Hell yeah!” Kirishima chimed in, clearly hyped at the prospect. “This is gonna be awesome! I want to go next!”

  Before things could escate further, Izuku quickly stepped between them, raising his hands. “Let’s save that for css or the gym, okay? We’ve got plenty of time to spar during training. Plus, food, remember?”

  Masako and Itsuka exchanged gnces before nodding reluctantly, though their competitive energy was palpable.

  As the tension diffused, Katsumi sauntered up to Izuku with a smirk. “Nice job stopping a literal catfight, Deku. You sure you don’t want your future girlfriends to duke it out over you?”

  “F-Future… Kacchan…” Izuku sighed, already feeling a headache coming on. Masako was one thing, as there was a clear attraction between the two. But Kendo? They just met! “Can we just focus on getting to the cafeteria?”

  Laughing, Katsumi wrapped an arm around his and shot Masako a look. “Lead the way, Deku.”

  When they reached the dining hall, Izuku couldn't help but marvel at the sight. The tantalizing aromas wafting through the air made their mouths water, and they paused momentarily to take in the incredible scene before them. The massive dining hall was packed with students, all enjoying a wide array of gourmet dishes. Designated sections offered cuisine from around the world, including Italian, American BBQ, Asian Fusion, and much more. Izuku’s eyes lit up when he spotted Lunch Rush himself, expertly working behind the Japanese Cuisine counter.

  “This is amazing!” Kirishima excimed, looking around in awe.

  “Smells amazing too,” Ochako added, her stomach growling in agreement. It didn’t take her long to lock onto a buffet-style line with even more choices. Without another word, she skipped away happily toward her future meal, Katsumi following not far after her.

  Masako, meanwhile, caught a whiff of sizzling steaks and immediately zeroed in on the grilling section. Without hesitation, she grabbed Izuku by the wrist and began pulling him along. “Steak! Let’s go!” she decred, her eyes sparkling as the sight of massive cuts of meat being cooked came into view.

  “Holy smokes!” Kirishima nearly yelled from behind them. Both he and Itsuka followed them to the grilling section, with Kirishima’s eyes nearly popping out of his head. “Those dudes are massive!”

  “Yeah, wow.” Itsuka whistled at the sight. “You really going to eat one of those?”

  Masako shot them a confident grin. “A lioness never leaves steak behind.”

  “Hell yeah!” The manly redhead shot her a thumbs up. “Now that’s manly! I’m in!”

  The lioness turned and shot him a grin before turning to her long-time rival and gave him a certain look. “Izuku, you’ll get one too, right?”

  The intensity of her gaze made Izuku want to just comply, even if his appetite was craving something else. But before he could talk his way out of a steak-eating contest, a voice cut through the noise of the cafeteria.

  "Well, well, this is where you went, Ojiro. Fraternizing with the enemy, I see."

  The group turned to see a blonde-haired student with a twisted expression standing nearby. He crossed his arms and gred pointedly at Masako.

  “What are you talking about?” Masako asked, her brow furrowed in genuine confusion.

  The man scoffed at her ‘cluelessness.’ “I’m talking about how you, a student of Css 1-B, have chosen to spend her first day at UA eating lunch with those 1-A delinquents instead of your own. Have you no sense of pride?”

  Masako’s eyes narrowed at the mention of that specific word. Gesturing to Izuku and herself, Masako proudly defended herself. “Look, buddy. My pride is right here. You’re being annoying.”

  “Who even are you?” Itsuka cut in, arms folded in annoyance. “You said css 1-B?”

  The man huffed and crossed his arms. "I'm Neito Monoma from Css 1-B. Everyone knows there’s a perception that Css 1-A is better than Css 1-B just because of how the csses are named. It’s unfair, unjust, and perpetuated by people like you fraternizing with the so-called ‘elite’ of 1-A! But I'll prove that 1-B is the superior css!"

  Masako stared at him for a moment before her expression fttened. “Yeah, okay. Cool story, dude.” Without waiting for a response, she turned back toward the grilling section and got in line for steak, completely ignoring him. She had more important things to worry about, like what cut of beef she wanted to devour for her first course.

  Monoma sputtered, his face reddening. “H-Hey! Don’t walk away from me!”

  Itsuka rolled her eyes at Monoma's drama and sighed. "Why don’t you take your drama somewhere else, Monoma? No one here cares."

  Monoma ignored her, continuing his tirade. "You may think you’re superior, but Css 1-B will show y-"

  Before Monoma could retort, a rge, muscur student with silver hair stepped in from the side. The man gave Monoma a sharp sp to the back of his head, causing him to stumble forward in surprise. "Knock it off, Monoma. We're here to eat, not cause trouble."

  “Tetsutetsu!” Monoma yelped, spinning around to gre at him. “Don’t tell me you too!”

  Tetsutetsu sighed, clearly used to this behavior. “Sorry about him,” he said, addressing the group with an apologetic smile. “He gets a little carried away sometimes. I’m Tetsutetsu Tetsutesu by the way."

  “Dope name, dude!” Kirishima ughed, loving how his name was literally iron four times. “So manly! I’m Eijirou Kirishima!”

  “Hell yeah, man!” Tetsutetsu cheered as he eagerly fist-bumped Kirishima. “Anyways, let me get him out of your hair.”

  “Unhand me, you fool!” Monoma protested as Tetsutetsu grabbed him by the back of his colr and began hauling him away. “This isn’t over, Css 1-A!”

  “See you guys around! If you ever need me, I’d likely be at the gym.” Tetsutesu began walking away, waving with his free hand.

  Kirishima waved back. “Hell yeah, bro! See you there!”

  Izuku and Itsuka exchanged amused gnces. He remarked. "Well, that was something."

  “Too much of something,” Itsuka said dryly. “Thank god he’s not in our css. Sounds like a chore to deal with him on the daily.”

  “Nah, he wasn’t that bad.” Kirishima cut in. “He’s got passion!”

  Izuku chuckled while Itsuka shook her head, but even she had to agree to an extent. The martial artist sighed but smiled at her fellow redhead's reasoning. “I guess it takes all types…”

  It was funny how Kirishima’s positivity was so infectious. Being able to see something positive out of whatever that interaction was just showed who Izuku’s roommate really was. And that person was someone Izuku really connected with. In fact, he could tell that Retcon was very much approving of the bond between him and Kirishima. However, Izuku suppressed it as he felt it was far too early to make any changes to his new friend.Turning back toward the line, Masako was already chatting with the grill master about the thickness of the steaks. “Are we eating or what?” she called over her shoulder, clearly unbothered by the earlier commotion.

  Kirishima ughed as he followed her lead and jogged off to the steak station. "Ojiro, save some steak for us!"

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