"This thing really does whatever it wants," All Might muttered, patting the machine that had just shifted back into a motorcycle.
He turned to Class 1-A.
"You all understand the situation now. I'll take Midoriya home."
He lifted the small, sleeping Midoriya from the table.
"Wait."
Todoroki stepped forward, stopping him.
"Midoriya's mother is away right now, isn't she? Can you take care of him by yourself?"
All Might froze.
"…Right."
That was a problem.
"So we'll handle it," Yaoyorozu said, stepping in smoothly as she took Midoriya from his arms.
Uraraka perked up slightly. "So… we're staying over at Midoriya's place?"
"Not all of you," All Might said firmly. "Finish your homework first. Only the top five in class can go today. Tomorrow will be the next five."
A collective groan followed.
"Midoriya is ranked fourth," Iida pointed out. "That leaves one extra spot. Who's sixth?"
"That would be me," Asui said calmly.
After some explanation, Midoriya accepted that his mother would be away for a while.
Soon, he returned home with a small group of classmates.
They stood at the front door.
"So… how do we get in?" Uraraka asked. "Midoriya, do you have a key?"
"No," Midoriya said, shaking his head.
He stepped over to the doormat.
"Mom always keeps a spare here."
He lifted it, revealing a small silver key taped underneath.
"Come in."
He opened the door and stepped aside, inviting them in.
"Excuse us," the others said as they followed.
They had visited once before, but only briefly. This time, their eyes wandered.
Todoroki took in the room quietly.
I should figure out what he likes.
"So… who's cooking?" Yaoyorozu asked.
"Todoroki, can you cook?"
"…Soba."
"Then I'll do it," Bakugo said, already tying on an apron. "Deku likes pork cutlet. What about the rest of you?"
"Soba."
"Fried rice is fine."
"Same."
"Do you have beef stew?"
"No soba ingredients. Everyone's having fried rice."
Bakugo shut the cabinet door without another word and got to work.
"Fine," Todoroki said, turning away.
He followed Midoriya into his room.
"…It's smaller than I expected."
The room was filled with All Might merchandise. Figures lined the shelves. Posters covered the walls. Aside from that, there was only a desk, a wardrobe, and a bed.
"Todoroki… have you been here before?" Midoriya asked, climbing onto his chair.
"No."
Todoroki smiled faintly.
Midoriya glanced at him, then turned to his computer.
"Can you pass me that?" he asked, pointing to a small doll near the bed.
Todoroki handed it over.
"What are you watching?"
"This."
Midoriya clicked open a video file.
Todoroki leaned slightly on the desk as the video began to play.
The view count was high.
He watches this often…
The footage showed a disaster scene—chaotic, violent—before shifting to All Might stepping in.
Rescue after rescue.
Within minutes, dozens of people were saved.
Midoriya watched intently, clutching the doll.
"…Amazing…"
His voice was quiet, but his expression said everything.
At some point, his eyes began to water.
He laughed softly under his breath, even as tears gathered.
"Dinner's ready," Iida called from the doorway, with Yaoyorozu beside him. "Bakugo asked us to get you."
"All right," Todoroki said.
Midoriya shut down the computer and hopped off the chair. Todoroki took his hand, guiding him out.
They stepped into the dining area.
"Wash your hands and sit down!" Bakugo called from the table.