Ah, summer. That sacred time when the halls of U.A. High School echo not with the shouts of teachers, but with the sweet, sweet sound of absolutely nothing.
Well, almost nothing.
The dorms of Class 1-A were buzzing with the chaotic energy of thirty-odd teenagers who had just been handed the keys to a castle with no adults. It was like handing a toddler a flamethrower and saying "don't burn anything, okay?"
And in the common room, the chaos was already in full swing.
Denki Kaminari
sparking faintly So you're telling me, Bakugo, that you actually enjoy studying?
Katsuki Bakugo
growling from the couch I enjoy not being a useless dunce like you, Dunce Face. Now shut up, the show's starting.
Eijiro Kirishima
grinning Man, it's so weird not having Aizawa-sensei breathing down our necks. I almost feel... lost?
Momo Yaoyorozu
tutting from the kitchen counter That's precisely the problem, Kirishima. Without supervision, we risk falling into complacency. I've drafted a study schedule for the summer to maintain our— ow!
She yelped as a flying pillow smacked her square in the face. From across the room, a certain gravity-defying pink girl was already cackling.
Mina Ashido
Rules are for the weak, Yaoyorozu! It's summer! We're free!
Minoru Mineta
leaning forward, eyes glinting Yeah, and with no teachers around, we can finally do whatever we want. elbowing Sero Right? Right?
Hanta Sero
deadpan Please stop elbowing me in the ribs, grape juice.
Shoto Todoroki
staring blankly at his steaming soba Has anyone seen Midoriya? He said he'd be down five minutes ago.
Tenya Iida
chopping the air frantically It is unseemly to be late for our first unsupervised gathering! As class representative, I must—
Whatever Iida was about to say was cut off by the sound of the front door slamming open.
Every head in the common room snapped toward the entrance.
Standing there, backlit by the blazing summer sun like some sort of sweaty, exhausted deity, was the green-haired hero-in-training himself. Izuku Midoriya. And he was not alone.
Izuku Midoriya
panting Everyone! We have— wheezes —guests!
???
a loud, exasperated sigh from behind him Move, problem child. You're blocking the light.
And that's when the rest of Class 1-A got their first look at summer's newest residents.
It was going to be a long three months.