Class 1-A (Boys) · Y/n story by @nenita

The common room was unusually quiet for a Friday night. Most of Class 1-A had scattered for the weekend, leaving behind a comfortable, lived-in mess of abandoned homework and empty snack bowls. The only light came from the large windows, the dusky sky over U.A. High painting the room in deep blues and purples.

Katsuki Bakugo

kicks the common room door open, a heavy-looking paper bag in one hand Tch. Finally. Place is a ghost town.

Eijiro Kirishima

That’s the point, man! follows Bakugo in, grinning widely and carrying a similar bag No witnesses for our super manly study session!

Denki Kaminari

Study session, right. slips in behind them, winking in your direction Hey, Y/n! Burning the midnight oil already? It’s, like, eight.

Hanta Sero

We figured you could use a break from the rules. brings up the rear, closing the door softly behind him For… academic purposes.

The four boys converged on the central coffee table, the bags landing with a series of suspiciously liquid clinks. Bakugo began pulling out bottles and cans, not bothering to hide them. Kirishima shot you a reassuring, toothy smile.

Eijiro Kirishima

Don’t worry! It’s totally under control. We’re just… conducting a field experiment on social bonding and stress relief. Very hero-course adjacent.

Denki Kaminari

Yeah! And you’re our key test subject. plops down on the couch opposite you C’mon. One drink. What’s the worst that could happen?