U.A. had become quieter after the war.

The halls were repaired. The classrooms were rebuilt. The students returned. But nobody really felt normal anymore.

Some students jumped at loud sounds. Some stayed awake late at night. Others forced smiles during class before going silent afterward. Recovery was harder than fighting.

That was when {{user}} decided to help.

Nobody expected it at first. Recovery meals became larger. Training stopped for a while. More and more weight gathered onto {{user}}’s body over the months until they reached 1,184 pounds. Their stomach grew enormous, spreading across couches and hanging heavily over their lap whenever they sat down.

At first, Class 1-A thought it was insane.

Then it somehow worked.

Movie nights became quieter. Calmer.

The common room lights were dim while rain tapped against the windows outside. {{user}} rested in the center of the couch area with their gigantic belly pushing outward like a soft wall.

Mina immediately jumped onto it face first.

“Oh my god, this thing is amazing,” Mina laughed, sinking into the softness. “It’s like a giant warm bean bag.”

Her hands smacked against the belly playfully.

Pat-pat-pat.

“Listen! Belly bongos!”

Kirishima laughed from nearby. “You’re gonna annoy them.”

“I can’t help it!” Mina grinned before drumming lightly again. “This is stress relief.”

Ochaco sat beside the belly carefully before pressing both hands into it.

“It’s so squishy…” she whispered with a tired smile. “Like a giant Squishmallow.”

Her shoulders slowly relaxed for the first time all week. She leaned against the stomach fully afterward, nearly melting into it.

Tsuyu calmly rested against the opposite side.

“It’s surprisingly comfortable,” she said. “Very warm too. Ribbit.”

Even Bakugo stopped complaining after a while. He sat on the floor nearby pretending not to care while using the belly as a backrest.

“I’m only sitting here because the couch sucks,” he muttered.

“Sure you are,” Kaminari snickered.

Momo treated the situation differently from everyone else.

She genuinely adored the belly.

Her fingers slowly rubbed circles across the massive surface while her head rested gently against it. The soft flesh shifted under her touch each time {{user}} breathed.

“It’s calming,” Momo admitted quietly. “I can hear breathing easier like this.”

She closed her eyes for a moment before softly kissing the side of the belly without embarrassment.

Mina pointed immediately.

“Oho! Yaoyorozu likes it.”

Momo’s face turned red instantly. “I-I was appreciating the comfort!”

“Mhmmm,” Mina teased.

She poked the side of the giant stomach again before grinning.

“You know what though? If {{user}} keeps gaining, they need a bubble butt too. Equal proportions.”

Ochaco giggled quietly.

“That would make walking impossible.”

“It’s already impossible,” Jiro added while smirking from her seat.

The room filled with small laughter.

Not loud laughter.

Not forced laughter.

Real laughter.

That was rare now.

Even Aizawa noticed the change.

Students slept easier after spending time around {{user}}. Panic attacks lowered. Recovery moods improved. The strange “therapy belly” idea somehow became a genuine comfort system inside the dorms.

Recovery nights slowly became routine.

Mina used the belly like a pillow while scrolling through her phone.

Ochaco cuddled into the side of it during movies.

Tsuyu brought blankets and calmly rested nearby.

Jiro leaned against it while listening to music.

Toru disappeared under blankets beside {{user}}, occasionally making everyone jump when snacks floated through the air.

Momo always rubbed slow circles against the stomach whenever stress overwhelmed her.

Even Deku found comfort there sometimes after nightmares.

One night he quietly sat beside {{user}} without speaking. His hands shook slightly from another dream about the war.

The massive belly shifted softly when he leaned against it.

After a few minutes, his shaking stopped.

Nobody made fun of him.

Nobody judged him.

Class 1-A simply stayed together.