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When UA comes to their door explaining their intent to create a dorm system that they plan to house the hero course students in, Mina thinks it’s the best thing to happen since sliced bread.
It’ll be like one huge sleepover party with all her friends and just thinking of all the mischief she could cook up makes her want to cackle. Of course, there’s the tradeoff of having to deal with Mineta but overall it’s a pretty sweet arrangement. She does feel at least a little bad for Aizawa—he had the look of a man resigned to his fate as All Might had explained everything to her parents—but not enough to stop her from giving her enthusiastic consent to join the rest of her class in the new dorms.
If babysitting twenty-something teenagers for the foreseeable future doesn’t cause him to go gray Mina will eat her horns.
The best part though is all the drama she’ll be able to bear witness to, because let’s be real, Class 1A is full of absolute drama queens. Blackmail, forbidden romance, ice cream binges at one in the morning—this is going to be better than any reality TV show.
Case in point: before she can even open the door to the dorms to start bringing all her stuff it flies off its hinges as Denki is bodily thrown out the door and onto the grass, smoke still whisping off of his shirt from the scorch marks on it. From inside she can hear Bakugou yelling while Eijiro pokes his head out the door.
“You still alive or—oh hey Mina.”
Mina smiles and waves. “Hey Eiji! Hey Denki!”
From the ground Denki gives a small moan.
“He grabbed one of Bakugou’s spices without asking,” Eijiro explains without prompting. He steps further out the door and gives a little sigh as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Probably could have thought through that one a bit better.”
“Did it have a skull on it?” Mina asks. She barely holds back a cackle though she does nothing to stop it seeping through in her voice.
Eijiro gives her a sage nod. “With crossbones.”
“Hey Kirishima is Kaminari okay? Kacchan threw him kinda hard… oh hi Ashido!” Midoriya sticks his head out the door now, his face adorably flustered in a way that over the past few months Mina has come to associate with him whenever he talks about Bakugou.
Mina waves her hand over her head. “Hi Deku! Don’t worry, he’s still alive.”
“I hate all of you,” Denki whines beneath them. She watches as Midoriya’s eyes give the blond a quick once over. Out of everyone here he probably knows the type of damage caused by Bakugou’s quirk the best. Mina wouldn't be surprised if he has a whole page dedicated to Bakugou in that little notebook he always whips out when he's watching one of them fight. Whatever he sees he’s apparently satisfied by if the small nod is anything to go by.
“Sorry about that. Kacchan is very protective of his spices.”
Mina grins. “Hey, is it one of those types of spices you have to sign a waiver to buy?”
Midoriya gives her an odd look, like he’s incredibly confused by her question. “Of course?” he says, like this is common knowledge that Mina should just know. “He gets them shipped over from America every couple of weeks—”
“Oi Roundcheeks you wanna fucking repeat yourself?"
Mina watches with fascination as Midoriya’s face goes pale, his expression torn between exasperation and worry.
“Sorry, I need to go stop Kacchan from murdering the rest of the class,” he tells them, like he’s entirely too familiar with this particular routine, before turning around and scurrying back inside the building.
“So…” Eijiro looks between where Midoriya disappeared and Mina. From inside they hear an enraged roar of fuck you Deku! “You need help with your stuff?”
Oh yeah, Mina already knows that this year is going to be great.