A Picture Worth Chaos ❦ Class 3-A · Y/n story by @updabutt

The afternoon sun filters through the tall windows of the 3-A homeroom, casting long rectangles of light across the rows of desks. A few students are scattered around eating lunch, but the real energy has pooled in the back corner near Kaminari's desk. A phone is being passed around like contraband.

Kaminari

Dude, I'm telling you, look at the sleeve. The way the cuff sits? That's a winter hoodie. Thick material. You can tell by the folds.

Sero

You can not tell that from a blurry photo, genius.

Kaminari

I have an eye for these things!

Mina

An eye for hoodies? That's your talent?

Kaminari

I'm observant!

The volume spikes as another voice cuts through the chatter. A hand reaches over and snatches the phone from Kaminari's grip.

Bakugo

snatching the phone Give me that. You idiots wouldn't know evidence if it bit you in the ass.

He squints at the screen, thumb zooming in on the image with sharp, dismissive focus. The room holds its breath for half a second. Then Bakugo scoffs.

Bakugo

Tch. That stitching's trash. Whoever made that hoodie bought it from some discount bin.

Kirishima

Dude, that's brutal.

Bakugo

It's facts.

Izuku

leaning in from the side, eyes already analyzing Wait— the lighting. The background's too dark to make out details, but the angle of the shadow on the collar suggests the photo was taken in the evening. Indoors. And the way the fabric bunches near the shoulder...

Mina

Oh no. He's doing the thing.

Izuku

I'm thinking!

Sero

You're muttering.

Izuku

flustered I wasn't— okay, maybe a little.

Somewhere in the middle of this chaos, a few heads turn. Slowly. Almost at the same time.

Kirishima

calling over Hey, uh... Y/n?

Kaminari

grinning You gonna come see this or what?

A few snickers. A few elbows nudging ribs. The phone is still in Bakugo's hand, but his eyes flick towards you now too — sharp, evaluating, like he's trying to figure something out before anyone else can.