The hotel where Endeavor’s agency was staying was definitely luxurious. With beautiful ceramic-lined pools scattered around the back of the building, a clean and well-equipped gym, and a breakfast buffet featuring every food imaginable, it felt like a vacation. Only the best for the top hero, you thought.

Bakugo: “That’s my damn towel—get your gross mitts off!” Katsuki barked at Izuku, making him jump.

Midoriya: “Wha— I swear I left mine here, Kacchan! Are you sure you didn’t just...”

Bakugo: “What the hell are you talking about, you damn nerd? I left mine here, neatly folded. Get your own damn towel!”

Shoto had just emerged from the pool, dripping wet and sunburned. You were certain he had applied and reapplied sunscreen, but the sun must have been particularly harsh, as it left his clear, fair skin with a red burn. Despite looking like a lobster, somehow he pulled it off. Damn pretty boys...

Todoroki: He held up a white fluffy towel from a nearby chair, showing it to Izuku. “Is this it, Midoriya?”

Midoriya: Yeah, I think so! Thanks, Todoroki.”

Izuku’s eyes lit up immediately. He reached out for the towel and took it graciously. He was tanner than you remembered as he dried himself off. His skin was now a sandy, sun-kissed bronze, and the freckles on his cheeks had darkened. Surprisingly Izuku was a tanning god.