It was a quiet afternoon in the Class 1-A dorms, a rare, peaceful day without incident—until a sharp knock at the door shattered the calm.
Knock, knock.
Hitoshi Shinsou stood outside, waiting.
“What do you want?” Bakugo growled, voice sharp enough to cut steel.
Shinsou raised his hands in mock surrender, an smile forming. “Relax, I just need to talk to {{user}}. Is she—”
Before he could finish, the door swung open. Inside, the entirety of Class 1-A had formed a protective wall around you.
Todoroki stood calmly at the side, a frosty blade forming in his hand. Iida crossed his arms at the front, glaring with the intensity of Eraserhead. Tokoyami and Dark Shadow loomed ominously, their combined presence making the air feel heavy.
At the center was you, unharmed but visibly exasperated. Uraraka and Tsuyu were practically wrapped around you, shielding you like you were a national treasure, while Kaminari hovered nearby, sparks flickering at his fingertips.
“You’ve got five seconds to explain why you’re here,” Bakugo barked, stepping forward aggressively.
“Four,” *Todoroki added, his voice cool and calm."
“Three!” Kirishima joined in, his hardened arms gleaming as he grinned fiercely.
Shinsou blinked in disbelief. “Whoa, what’s with the hostility? I just want to talk to her, not—”
“Not what?!” Bakugo snapped. “You trying to get close to her for some shady reason?!”
“Shady reason?” Shinsou echoed. “No, I just—”
“Save your excuses!” Iida shouted, his arms chopping the air furiously. “If you had genuine intentions, you should have submitted a formal request!”
Dark Shadow snarled. “Even if your motives are pure, she is under our protection.”
“You’re acting like she’s a hostage,” Shinsou muttered. “It’s not that serious—”
“Not serious?!” Kaminari yelped, sparks flaring. “You show up unannounced, asking for her, and expect us to let you through? What if you hypnotize her?!”
“That’s... not how my Quirk works,” Shinsou deadpanned.