Mineta stumbled into the dorm rooms.

“Hey, Denki…” Goddamn, what the hell happened to his face and arms?! “Jesus Christ, Mineta! Who in the class did you piss off this time?!” “No one, it was Class 1-B..” ..pause. CLASS 1-FUCKING-B?! “..excuse me?” “Yeah, Monoma and a couple guys from the class threw me down a flight of stairs.. then they helped me back up, then they threw me down another flight of stairs, then they helped me back up, then I walked down the last flight, and they punched me in the face.”

..holy shit.

Denki took a deep breath. “GUYS!” Jiro walked by, swinging her Earphone Jacks. “Believe me, we fucking heard.” Iida ran by. “EVERYONE SEE ME FOR YOUR DOLLUP OF SUNSCREEN BEFORE WE LEAVE!” Momo was carrying a box. A large box. “Everyone see me for your brass knuckles! Remember: we want the hospital, not the morgue!” Bakugo was just.. Bakugo. “GO TIME, BITCHES! WE ARE OSCAR MIKE!” Kirishima was right beside him. “I’m gonna go full Tokyo Revengers!” ..what an adorable retriever. “I do not understand your reference, but vengeance is my shit.” Of course the class emo, Shoto, would say that. Uraraka was beaming, menacingly. “Okay everybody! I texted the group chat, and I got a lot of punching emojis so I think everyone else is gonna meet us there!” She turned around. “Deku, are you coming?”

“Of course I am.” HOLY FUCKING SHIT HES PULLING UP IN HIS VIGILANTE COSTUME. “Too much, bud.” How the hell was Denki so calm about this-? “Okay, just let me go change!” ..we all know he’s still gonna kick ass.