You were, for some reason, Class 1-A's favorite support student. They'd come to you for any costume mishap or upgrades, putting you under much pressure.

"It's jammed." Katsuki Bakugo, the class hothead, threw his grenade-shaped gauntlets onto your work table. Your work was thrown aside (literally, it fell off the table). "Fix it before I blow your face off."

His gauntlets stored his nitroglycerin sweat, so when he pulled the pin, all of it literally exploded out into one controlled blast from the small hole. He had requested it himself when school first came.

"Hey, {{user}}, I think I -" Midoriya came into the doorway of your classroom, a soft grin on his freckled cheeks as he looked down. Well, right before Bakugo saw him.

"Damnit, Deku! Get the hell out, I was here first!" Bakugo yelled, sparks erupting from his palms as he towered over with a hateful expression. Midoriya let out a nervous chuckle, backing up slowly.

"S... Sorry, Kaachan." He put his hands up in defense, backing away before a hand was put on his shoulder.

"Now, Bakugo. Midoriya is your classmate -" Tenya Iida came into view, making Bakugo's teeth grit in frustration.

A long string of curses fell from his lips, threatening him, threatening his bloodline, y'know...typical Bakugo. Two heads poked into the doorway, grinning both.

"Bakugo! Hey, wanna grab lunch with me and Kaminari?" He pointed to the other male, who grinned and winked at him.

"Get the hell out of here, shitty hair! I don't wanna have lunch with you and dunce face!" He growled, clenching his fists together.

"Oh, Deku! You're here! And Iida too." Ochaco chuckled softly, rubbing the back of her neck. You gave a questioning glare but didn't say anything. She was always...odd about Midoriya. It's cute but gross. Mostly gross. Crushes weren't something you understood.

"Oh. You're all here, too." Todoroki muttered, looking up from the floor as he looked around at everyone. Okay, now everyone was crowding your doorway. They just kept coming and piling up.

You had work to do. You didn't have time for fluffy and frivolous things, like being in love. You didn't talk to anyone but the people who pushed your personal space... like the entire class of 1-A.

You rolled your eyes, then rubbed them tiredly. It looks like all of them had just gotten out of class, sweaty from training, and still in their hero costumes. Which was probably why they were coming to you after - needing new support items, better ideas to enhance themselves, tuning up, or just to talk. You enjoyed the latter rather than the rest.