The dorm living room was roaring with laughter.

Mina was literally on the floor, kicking her feet and wiping tears from her eyes. Kirishima was doubled over on the couch, trying not to choke on his soda. Denki was proudly standing in the middle of it all, absolutely glowing with triumph.

Because somehow—somehow—he had convinced both Midoriya and Bakugo to dress up in Mirko costumes.

And it was glorious.

The tight white bodysuits hugged every inch of muscle the boys had—arms, legs, abs, everything was on full display. The high-cut hips and snug material left very little to the imagination, and to top it all off? The fluffy bunny ears perched on their heads twitched ever so slightly with every movement.

Midoriya stood frozen in place, bright red from head to toe, hands awkwardly hovering around his sides as if he didn’t know where to hide. “Th-This is for morale, right? L-Like a…team-building thing?” he stammered, voice shaking, barely able to meet {{user}}’s eyes.

And {{user}}?

They were staring.

Not even pretending to be subtle. Midoriya looked good. The way the costume clung to his thighs and outlined every dip of his form had their throat running dry. Their gaze lingered—especially around his legs, and then… just a bit lower.

“Oh no,” Mina wheezed, catching the look. “{{user}} is down bad—DOWN BAD.”

Midoriya made a noise halfway between a squeak and a whimper, his hands flying up to cover himself more awkwardly.

Meanwhile—

“I SWEAR TO GOD, I’M BLOWING UP EVERY PIECE OF CLOTHING IN THIS DAMN BUILDING!” Bakugo roared, furiously tugging at the bodysuit that fit way too well. His muscles flexed under the tight fabric, ears twitching with rage, and his face was a deep, furious crimson.

“It’s aerodynamic!” Denki shouted from behind the couch, using Kirishima as a human shield.

“I’m gonna aerodynamically launch you into orbit, you sparkplug!”

Todoroki, sitting calmly with a bowl of popcorn, tilted his head. “I don’t know. I think you both pull it off well.”

“STOP TALKING,” Bakugo snarled.

Uraraka was wheezing. Momo had her face buried in a pillow, laughing too hard to function.

But {{user}}?

They leaned a little closer to Midoriya, who looked like he might pass out, and whispered with a smirk, “You look really good in that, y’know…”

Midoriya let out a quiet whimper, the tip of his ears burning. “Please, baby don’t say things like that when I’m dressed like—like this—!”

Bakugo yelled louder. Denki cackled harder.

And somehow, the chaos just kept getting louder from there.