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sigh
life
Izuku is barely able to stand upright, leaning against a wall in a freaky alley. He's somewhat tipsy, if you will. The odors of sweat and alcohol make him to wrinkle his nose in disgust, and the added stench of vomit doesn't help. You might be wondering why he's in such a place. Well, he's there for his two idiot best friends. Katsuki is currently heaving over a trash can, while Shoto is less fortunate, with the contents of his stomach dangerously close to his shoes as he continues to retch. Izuku's mood deteriorates with each passing moment as he questions his life choices. 'This must have been how Aizawa felt dealing with us every day,' he muses, a wave of empathy for their former teacher washing over him. Glancing at his friends, he sees Shoto now engaged in a staring competition with his shadow, murmuring incoherently. Katsuki seems more sober, though his lack of blinking is concerning. Izuku walks over and hands them bottles of water, his experience with intoxicated companions making him never forget to buy it.
Can someone remind him when he took on the role of a mother?
Katsuki takes an impressively large gulp and swishes the water in his mouth before spitting it out onto the concrete. At least he's sober enough to rinse his mouth out before drinking. Shoto on the other hand is completely hammered, and just downs the entire bottle in one go.
“Fuck.” Katsuki chokes out shortly before getting attacked by a coughing fit. “I’m never drinking. Ever again.”
Izuku shuts his eyes and inhales. “Katsuki. You said the same thing less than a week ago.” Katsuki looks at him like revelation struck, while Shoto is drowning in snorts and giggles.
“Okaaaay. Well today was the last time.” Alright, maybe saying that Katsuki wasn’t absolutely wasted was a lie. Shoto sways while dragging out a dramatic “uuhhuuh”.
"Whatever you say, Katsuki..." Izuku mutters, reluctantly hoisting the men's arms over his shoulders. "Let's get you idiots home." Izuku can't muster the energy to drop each friend off at their respective homes. It would be amusing, though, to see Katsuki get taken down a peg by Aunt Mitsuki, or Fuyumi struggling to sneak her brother past Endeavor's watchful eye. According to Shoto, 21 is only 3 in adult years, right?
"Change of plans. You're both crashing at my place." Izuku may have slightly overestimated his own strength; hauling two semi-conscious men while bearing the effects of roughly 20 shots of vodka was ill-advised. His alcohol tolerance might surpass that of his friends, but the amount of alcohol in his system was enough to get rid of his strength entirely.
The reason for their unfortunate condition was a celebration party. Ochako had recently achieved a top 5 ranking in popularity, an accomplishment that couldn't be overlooked. Mina seized the opportunity presented by Momo's parents being out of the country and persuaded her to host a party at her enormous mansion. How could Momo resist Mina's captivating golden eyes? The former Class 1A transformed Momo's backyard, which looked like something out of a Barbie movie, into an impressively functional party zone. The area was filled with alcoholic drinks and an array of every type of food you can imagine. They didn't forget the colorful lamps, flowers, and a congratulatory banner. Maybe Izuku should have called it a banquet instead? Poor Momo didn’t trust her classmates enough to let the party take place inside her house, which was understandable given the chaos that had occurred just a few hours earlier. Izuku wonders what might have happened to his raven-haired friend if she had agreed to host it indoors. She would have been in serious trouble by the time her parents returned.
Fumikage was perched on a tree branch, arguing with two birds and making sounds that Izuku didn't even know he could produce. Mina, very drunk, was dancing wildly, swinging on a lamp post while Hanta tried to play groovy Spanish songs from his phone. 'Tried' because the music playing at the party completely overshadowed the music playing from Hanta's phone, which made it seem like they were part of a silent disco from a distance. Yuuga was loudly snoring on the grass, laid out like he was in a casket at his own funeral, surrounded by an alarming amount of glitter. Tooru was performing some kind of ritual over him, having been the one to cover him in glitter in the first place. Where she even got it—never mind. Mezou and Koji were surrounded by a swarm of animals, with Mezou apparently testing how many he could balance on his arms while standing in a swallow pose. Mineta wasn't invited. The star of the party, Ochako, was on all fours, crying her eyes out because she found a dried-up frog in one of the many flower pots scattered around the garden. Tsu was focused on catching mosquitoes hovering around Mashirao's tail, which was...wagging? He was laughing hysterically, seemingly at an impressive joke made by someone he had hallucinated. Denki was making out with a tree while Kyoka recorded him. When Tenya started looking like he wanted to slit someone's throat, Izuku decided that it was time to go. He gave Momo - the final working brain cell, a warm goodbye and grabbed Shoto and Katsuki, who had been giggling while pricking their fingers on a hardened Eijiro, and left.
Izuku snaps out of his thoughts for a moment and sits heavily on a bench near a convenience store, accompanied by his drunk friends. His eyes close briefly as he senses the emotions starting to wash over him. Izuku is the type of drunk who gets sentimental. He glances at his half-conscious companions on either side, his gaze unusually soft given the situation. They've really come a long way since their first year at UA. It's heartwarming to think about how their friendships have blossomed and the memories they had created together. Class 1A has become like a family. After everything they have been through, always having each other's backs, it isn't surprising. A fond smile tugs at Izuku’s lips. They had almost flooded the other third-year students with tears at their graduation ceremony. Time really flies.
It's been years since the defeat of the League of Villains and All for One, leaving their younger selves to pick up the pieces. Not to mention the fact that Izuku discovered his father, whom he didn't even know existed, was the infamous underground boogeyman, and his pseudo-brother was that very boogeyman's successor. What an anticlimatic way to announce this, huh?
Izuku has mended his relationship with Katsuki, and they have grown closer than ever. Looking back, Katsuki has changed significantly. While he still kept his personality, he's mellowed out. The swearing and occasional nicknames remain, but he's more laid back and has started to enjoy life. In other words, he no longer acts like he has a stick up his ass. And then there's Shoto. Shoto has definitely changed the most out of everyone in their class.
Over the years, Shoto acknowledged his father's efforts to change. His relationship with Endeavor improved considerably, and he regularly visits his eldest brother in rehab. Although everything still isn't perfect, progress is being made. One thing Izuku can definitely say is that Dabi has... influenced his youngest sibling to some degree. Well, you could say that it was a change for the better. Mrs Todoroki happily returned to her husband and children. Shoto let go of his stoic demeanor and started using contractions, (as funny as that sounds) making him sound more like a young adult than a prince from a distant land. He began to laugh and smile more frequently. While Izuku grew out his hair, Shoto cut his, got a beautiful dove tattooed on the nape of his neck, and even got a matching brow piercing with Katsuki. He also got a matching industrial piercing with Izuku and wore black studs in both ears.
When he was still a newly debuted hero, Shoto struggled with public opinion. Many people formed automatic judgments based on his appearance, initially seeing his actions as rebellious rather than heroic. Many viewed him as a delinquent rather than a hero. Amusingly, over time, no one seemed to notice when Shoto began winning people’s hearts with his small acts of kindness, his interactions with others, and the way he carries himself. His sense of humor, in particular, is something that many people love about him. Now standing strong at number 3, Shoto is a respected hero, very popular with children, and oddly, with parents. Why parents Somehow, Shoto manages to strike up conversations with kids’ parents after villain attacks or quirk mishaps, leaving them always smiling. His battles are mesmerizing, and kids adore him, flocking around him like birds to seeds. Shoto always greets his young fans with a gentle smile, and no matter where Izuku goes, he can hear kids boasting about how Pro Hero Freezerburn put on an ice and flame figurine show just for them. Without a doubt, Shoto has healed.
Izuku himself had never felt better. At age 21, as the number 1 hero he truly-
A loud groan interrupts his thoughts. It came from Katsuki. Izuku looks over to the man slumped against his shoulder, who is now staring intently at Izuku’s face. A frown stretches across the blonde’s forehead.
“Who d’fk r’you?” Katsuki slurs, trying his best to sound threatening, but instead sounding like an 80 year old with Alzheimer's.
Izuku rolls his eyes. “Your guardian angel.” He answers with the first thing that comes to mind, in a tone of voice impressively similar to 15 year old Shoto. Katsuki hums, and blinks very slowly.
“Den’” Katsuki hesitates, and his eyes go straight through Izuku. “R’ yu... pr’tektin’ me... frm’ tht’ d’mon bi’hnd yu?” Izuku lifts his eyebrows, turns around and his heart nearly stopps. Izuku’s eyes meet with a pair of eerily large heterochromatic orbs boring into his face. The street lights cast shadows on Shoto’s face in a way that make him look like an extraterrestrial being. Izuku only registers that Shoto had whispered “behold sausage” a couple seconds after the latter had passed out, hitting his head on the back of the bench. Izuku turns back to face the expecting Katsuki, and prepares for his best Fumikage impression.
“Fear not, for I have purified the object of your fear.” Izuku spreads his fingers slightly, lifts his palm in front of Katsuki’s face, and drags his fingertips from Katsuki’s forehead down to his chin, successfully shutting his eyes. Wow. That was so Pretty Little Liars. Izuku puts him in a similar position Shoto is in, who is now snoring obnoxiously. ‘Fuck my life’. He thinks. He hadn’t realised that he said this out loud until a couple passing by shoots him sympathetic grimaces.
Izuku glances at his watch, aiming to check the time, and scowls in annoyance when it doesn't show the time as it should. He tries to form a single coherent thought and thankfully remembers the reason: his watch isn’t a regular one. It’s one of Mei’s newest babies inventions! Definitely not an average watch. Izuku hasn’t used it yet, as no opportunities had arisen. Mei had explained that it could send him to any location with its coordinates embedded in the watch’s memory. Or something like that. How did she even manage to do that? Damn the vodka... or was it whiskey? Izuku’s mind is hazy. He picks a random location on the small touch screen. Didn’t Mei say something important about it, though? Something about a date? He can’t remember a single detail, or even better, hear over the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears. Izuku can’t remember anything for shit. The moment he clicks the set button, it’s as if on cue that his eyelids begin to betray him, shutting for what he hopes is the next 24 hours. The last thing he hears is the robotic voice of the watch’s embedded speech.
"Ꝋꝑēɍⱥⱦīꝋꞥ ȼꝋꞥӻīɍᵯēđ-"
Izuku lets Morpheus take him away. A smile tugging at his lips, content with the convenience of the situation.
-ⱦɍⱥꞥꞩꝑ- ɏēⱥ- łꝋȼ- đꝋɍᵯ-
***
Denki sleepily descends the stairs into the common room. Although the elevator is faster, walking is a better way to wake up quickly. Bumping into the wall always snaps him out of his daze. He yawns as he heads into the kitchen. He’s usually one of the first to wake up and start his day, perhaps because electrocuting himself after hearing his blaring alarm clock is enough to get him moving. It’s a Saturday, but his routine of waking up at the same time each day makes him unable to sleep in on weekends. Yesterday’s training was particularly tough, so this Saturday the class will probably end up rotting in their rooms or watching movies on TV for hours.
Denki shuffles to the nearest cupboard, grabs a glass, and pours just enough water to clear the taste of toothpaste from his mouth. He nearly chokes on the liquid when he hears a loud thump followed by a groan behind him. He spins around but sees nothing.
Denki gulps as his eyes dart around the large room, searching for the source of the sound. Finding it isn’t too difficult, given the fucking legs hanging over one of the couches. He stifles a gasp and tiptoes over to see who might be playing a prank on him so early in the morning. Peeking over the couch, Denki discovers three men out cold sprawled across it. The first is lying on his back, legs draped over the back of the couch, head tilted at an awkward angle, and face out of view. The second is sprawled face-down on the floor, likely the cause of Denki’s near-heart attack. His two-toned hair—
WAIT… TWO-TONED HAIR?
Denki has to do a double take at the figure lying on the floor. His brain does a second backflip when his eyes trail over to the third person in the most ordinary position, sitting on the couch with his head slumped forward. The guy in question has..
BUSHY GREEN HAIR?
Although it's much longer and thrown into a very messy bun, it looks too… familiar to his liking. Denki quickly pulls out his phone out of his pocket swiftly.
You: Missed call (1s)
You: GUYS
You: GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW
You: YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS
Denki quietly takes a seat on one of the vacant couches, doing his best to stifle a laugh as he observes the sleeping men.
“What’s going o—” Jirou is the first to enter the room. Her eyes widen as she spots the blonde man's legs, and Denki catches her mouthing, 'What the fuck?' He puts a finger to his lips, signaling for her to be quiet. Jirou frowns and walks over to inspect the scene.
"What's the matter, kero?" Asui suddenly asks from behind them, receiving two frantic shushing gestures in response. While Koda and Shoji are easily quieted, Aoyama needs to be physically restrained to prevent him from yelling, "Sacré bleu!" Once Todoroki and Midoriya join them, they both begin to examine their sleeping doppelgangers. Midoriya is focused on the various piercings decorating his older counterpart's ears, while Todoroki traces his finger along the dove tattoo on the nape of his older's neck. As the rest of the class filters into the common room, they all share similarly astonished reactions.
Within just five minutes, the entire class—except for Bakugo—has arrived, and one of the men begins to shuffle. Todoroki. Or who they assume is Todoroki. The man has a slightly grown out buzzcut and several piercings. Wearing black ripped jeans, his legs make a stark contrast to the grey, stained shirt covering his torso. The tattoo definately draws attention.
“What are we even witnessing right now?” Uraraka whispers.
“This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!” Mina squawks while pulling out her phone and snapping one too many pictures. Her voice happened to be a little too loud.
The older Todoroki groans against the floorboards, struggling for a moment before rising to all fours. He sits back on his heels, letting out a deep sigh. A few of the teenagers watching him snigger at the evident exhaustion in his voice. Not deaf to the surrounding sounds, The man turns towards the shuffling noises, which, to Todoroki's astonishment—and the class's delight—reveal his own bewildered, bloodshot eyes. Comically, the first person the older locks eyes with is none other than the younger version of himself. Blinking in disbelief, the man rubs his eyes while Sero and Mina try to stifle their laughter.
"Whoa," the man exclaims, maintaining eye contact with his younger double. "What the... fuck?" Their Todoroki raises an eyebrow, observing the older version of himself closely.
Dang, the elder Todoroki is certainly sharp-tongued. The man remains on the floor, seemingly deep in thought. From his seated position, he leans back against the occupied couch, and his head comes to rest next to the elder Bakugo's, which is hanging off the couch.
“Katsuki.” Older Todoroki tries his best to whisper, but it's still too loud. The class watches in mild confusion as the man calls Bakugo’s name so casually.
“Katsuki.” He calls louder. Still no response. Nothing could have prepared anyone for the way older Todoroki raised his palm, and bitch slapped older Bakugo. The sound resonates in the nearly silent common room, followed by a chorus of gasps. This works like a charm, because the blonde man’s eyes open abruptly, and he flies up from his sleeping position, squinting at the culprit.
“Did you just fucking slap me?” The older Bakugo rasps with an amount of emotion in his voice the class had never heard before. They tense, as if getting ready for a big brawl.
“No way, you must have had a crazy realistic dream.” Asui cringes slightly at this attempt to de-escalate the situation. Bakugo isn’t stupid enough to-
“Fuck, seriously? Felt so fuckin’ real though.”
Oh. Asui isn't the only person who sweatdrops.
“Katsuki.” Bakugo rubs his eyes furiously.
“What.”
"Are we still drunk?" Bakugo, the older one, laughs. Iida's expression doesn't go unnoticed at the casual reference to alcohol.
“Fuck if I know, my head is pounding.” Bakugo says, clutching his head with both hands and wrinkling his nose in pain.
"Then tell me," Todoroki pauses, pointing not so subtly at the younger version of himself. "Is that my doppelgänger staring at me, or am I schizophrenic?" Following Todoroki's gesture, Bakugo's gaze settles on the younger boy. Bakugo tilts his head, offers a toothy grin, and lets out a snort.
“We’re both fucking hallucinating! I see him too.” The duo breaks out into laughter. Seconds after, the sound of loud footsteps emerges from the stairwell.
“The fuck did you make such a ruckus for pikach-” Younger Bakugo’s eyes land on two unknown men in their own little world. They whip their heads back so fast it's surprising that they didn’t immediately get whiplash. What follows is a deafening silence.
“We’re not hallucinating.”
“Fuck.”
The literal chaos that erupts in that moment manages to awaken the last person. Midoriya. His curls bounce as he lifts his head from its comfortable position, and his eyes lock with the entirety of Class 1A.
“Oh my god.” Younger Midoriya stares at the man that seems so much like himself, but at the same time so different.
The class quickly glances at the younger Bakugo, then back at their guests sprawled across one of their couches. They can practically see the gears turning in their heads.
“Can somebody explain to me what the FUCK is going on here??!” Classic words from Bakugo. “WHO THE FUCK ARE THESE PEOPLE??!!”
Now this is certainly funny. At least to the duo lounging on the couch. The older counterparts of Todoroki and Bakugo glance at each other before bursting out into yet another round of maniacal laughter.
Young Bakugo is too stunned to speak, jaw hanging slack at the answer he received. Class 1A just watches the unfolding scene in amusement. What a way to start the morning.
And then, older Todoroki shoots their pomeranian the most shit eating grin they've ever seen. This saturday morning is very entertaining, because fucking Todoroki of all people is showing emotion.
“Have you seriously not told anyone that your eyesight is going bad? Scram and go put some contacts in.”
Bakugo blinks once. Then twice, ignoring the burning gaze of all of his classmates in absolute disbelief, because this was likely an explanation to a lot of things.
“How the fuck did you know that?”
Older Bakugo scoffs. "Are you kidding me? Come on now.”
A blush screaming embarrassment spreads across the younger's cheeks, but before anyone can mention anything, Bakugo starts to speed walk towards the direction of the stairwell. Before he disappears, he stops abruptly and turns around to face the unexpected guests.
"You." He points a finger at both men. "Owe a fucking explanation." That being said the blond resumes walking.
The men exchange glances and shrug. They then face their former classmates. Bakugo surveys them wearily. "So, first of all, we have no fucking idea how we ended up here."
"Second of all we think that we need your he-" Older Todoroki doesn't even get to finish one sentence without being interrupted with a slap on the arm.
"Actually no. Second of all, Izuku what the fuck are you doing?"
Amidst the commotion, it appears that everyone had overlooked the presence of a third individual. As all gazes turned to follow Bakugo's line of sight, they land on Older Midoriya, positioned about two meters from the front door, crawling on all fours and now resembling a deer caught in headlights. Midoriya manages a sheepish, almost guilty expression. He offers a lopsided smile and refrains from meeting Bakugo's eyes. Bakugo, for his part, seems to have an epiphany, abruptly rising from the couch.
"Don't even try to fucking tell me that this is your fault," he states calmly. The tranquility in his voice is tenfold more intimidating than mini Bakugo's usual furious yelling.
"I swear to All Might that I didn't mean to." Midoriya replies, still on all fours and nobody can take him seriously.
"Jeez, what a way to kick off a Saturday morning!" Kaminari has exceeded his limit and erupts into boisterous laughter.
"Does anyone even know what's going on?" Sato inquires.
"Trust me, we're just as confused as you guys are. Anyways, wanna see a cool trick?" Older Todoroki pipes up from the couch. He lifts his arm but it gets smacked away a second time by Bakugo.
"You can show your fucking Disney princess figurines to the kiddies after we've sorted this out, m'kay? Bakugo almost sounds serious, but the amusement in his tone is quite clear.
"Hey, rude! We're not kids! You guys don't look all that older than us!" Kirishima protests.
"I'm six years older than you, lower your tone when you speak to me, child." Kirishima gasps.
There's a sudden clack from the direction of the door. Everybody looks back to the green haired man. Older Midoriya is now standing at the door with his hand on the knob. His expression looks even worse than when he was caught the first time.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Older Bakugo throws his hands up in resignation.
"Traitor." Older Todoroki drawls from the couch.
"Guys! I promise that I'm trying to get he-"
***
Shota hasn't really gotten enough sleep today, not that he ever does. Today is already especially exhausting because, when you’re a teacher to a class of 15-year-olds, life is always hard. That’s why he can never sleep in on Saturdays; apparently, weekend supervision also falls under his duties as a UA hero teacher. His main goal on a Saturday morning is to check on the class and ensure that none of them have killed each other or anyone else. Better safe than sorry, especially after Iida nearly got himself killed trying to take out a serial killer... After almost half a year with Class 1A, Shota has learned that he’s physically incapable of being surprised by anything.
Shota would like to take that statement back.
What he certainly wasn’t expecting while walking through the threshold of 1A's dorm was slamming the door into an unidentified man’s face, sending him crashing a meter back onto the floor. Oops.
Laughter erupts—two voices, in fact. What’s unsettling is that these voices are far too deep and gruff to belong to any 15-year-old in Shota’s class. He swivels to the source of the sound, and the sight of two unknown, grown men doubled over with laughter on the couches almost makes his knees give out. He hasn’t even had his fucking coffee yet. His students are just standing nearby, either bewildered by what just happened or concerned for the groaning man under Shota's feet, whom he has already managed to forget about.
“Ouch… sensei! Is my nose bleeding?” the man asks, and Shota’s eye twitches.
“Who do you think you’re calling ‘sensei’?” he frowns down at the man.
The newcomer sighs. “Sensei, I know it’s early in the morning and you’ve probably had no coffee yet, but we couldn’t have possibly changed that much over the years… right?”
First of all, Shota appreciates the understanding. He figures it must come from personal experience. Second, the more he looks at the man on the ground, the more he realizes he looks eerily similar to one of his problem children. Shota squints. Oh hell no.
“Am I hallucinating right now?” Shota hadn’t meant to say that out loud. He turns back to the class as the other two men’s laughter dies down.
“See! A justifiable reaction.” The man with two-toned hair- Sweet Jesus.
Shota is pretty sure that the man at his feet is Midoriya Izuku, the one who just spoke is Todoroki Shoto, and the blonde who looks like he’s about to start laughing again is Bakugo fucking Katsuki.
“It’s too fucking early for this. Why. Why?” Shota isn't religious, but he might as well be, because he’s silently prayed about five times since stepping through the door.
“Sensei, please mind your language,” Iida says from somewhere in the room, but Shota is too exhausted to process where exactly. He starts backing away toward the door, only to be stopped by the green-haired man gripping the leg of his pajama pants with a death grip. Midoriya looks up at Shota with the most desperate eyes he’s ever seen on a man's face.
“Sensei, please, you need to help us!” Midoriya’s voice is filled with such desperation that Shota knows he’s weak in this moment. If Mic were here, he’d never let Shota live this down. Shota inhales deeply. The crisp air flowing in from outside is incredibly tempting.
“Only if you make me a black coffee, no milk, with five espresso shots. Right now.” Midoriya immediately springs to his feet. Shota nearly chokes at the sight of his once 5-foot-6 student now at eye-level with him.
Shota watches as Midoriya sprints into the kitchen, frantically searching for coffee supplies. Shota shuts the front door and drags his feet over to the empty couch, collapsing onto it with an exasperated sigh.
“Sensei, you’ve sighed nine times since you walked through the door,” Todoroki, the current Todoroki, remarks from where he stands with the group of students.
“I was just about to say that,” Shota hears the older Todoroki mutter from the couch, seemingly the only one who heard, apart from the older Bakugo, who just snorts.
Shota silently observes the scene. The entire class seems highly entertained in their own ways, which is usually not a good sign. Most of them are scrutinizing the men’s faces, absorbing every quirk and detail as if it were breakfast orange juice. Meanwhile, the older versions of his students are starting to look a bit bored with the lack of action.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” the older Todoroki smirks. At least half the class pulls out their phones. Older Bakugo drapes an arm around his companion’s shoulders, and Todoroki throws up a backwards peace sign. Shota sighs again. He would have thought that his 30-year-old self had seen everything life had to offer. He scans his students once more and—
“Where’s Bakugo?”
“Here.” A voice emerges from the crowd. Bakugo shoulders past Sero, and Shota silently thanks the gods. “How the hell did you know that? And since when are we so buddy-buddy?” Bakugo shoots an accusing look at the older Todoroki, offering no further context. The older Todoroki responds with a bored glance.
“Since second year, actually. I figured it out when I saw you walk into a pole during an early morning patrol.” He yawns. Bakugo’s expression is quite amusing, and his older counterpart seems to agree with Shota’s opinion. Older Bakugo barks out a laugh.
“HAHA, LOOK AT HIS FACE!”
“SH-SHUT UP, OLD MAN!”
“WHO THE FUCK'RE YOU CALLING AN OLD MAN?!”
The doppelgängers are speaking at the same volume, yet the older's remarks lack the usual bite in tone, surprisingly.
"Problem children." Shota almost smiles a little as everyone's eyes instantly focusing on him, even the older problem children.
"First things first, under no circumstances can Nedzu find out about this-'
"No need to worry about that, Aizawa-kun." On queue, Nedzu's voice chirps over from somewhere in the common room. A chill runs up Shota's spine.
"Well fuck."