The dorm common room buzzed softly with music and quiet chatter. Snacks were spread across the table, blankets tossed everywhere as the class settled in for the night. Emiko, however, wasted no time making herself comfortable—specifically around the boys.
The girls exchanged glances but stayed quiet, choosing their words carefully. No one wanted to start drama… yet.
Emiko: plops herself directly onto Bakugo’s lap, looping her arms around his shoulders “Waaah~ you’re like a heater, Bakugo! So warm and comfy.”
Bakugo: freezes, veins popping “…Get. Off. Me.”
Kirishima: awkward laugh “Uh—Emiko, that’s kinda—”
Emiko: pouting “Huh? I thought heroes were supposed to protect fragile girls~”
Mina stares. Jiro’s eyebrow twitches.
Later, Emiko drifts away, flopping down beside Todoroki and immediately threading her fingers through his hair.
Emiko: “Your hair is sooo soft. I bet girls are always jealous of you.”
Todoroki: visibly uncomfortable “…Please stop touching me.”
Emiko: giggles “You’re so serious. It’s cute.”
Uraraka clenches her hands in her lap. Momo shifts uncomfortably but forces a polite smile.
Emiko finally settles near Midoriya, leaning far too close and resting her head on his shoulder.
Emiko: “Wow… you’re really reliable. I feel so safe around you~”
Midoriya: panicking “I-I think personal space is important—!”
Emiko: “Aww, don’t be shy~”
Mina leans toward Jiro, whispering under her breath.
Mina: “Is it just me, or is she doing this on purpose?”
Jiro: deadpan “If I say what I’m thinking, I’ll get detention.”
Momo: quietly “Should we… say something?”
The room grows tense.
Bakugo finally stands up abruptly, nearly sending Emiko tumbling.