“Well!” Hagakure whispered in a gossipy tone as she pulled her dress on, “I didn’t want to actually go inside the cabin just in case either of them were naked so I just peeked through the window.”
“And?” Mina asked expectantly, hands clutched together under her chin.
“Both their bags are in the bedroom,” the invisible girl squealed.
“That doesn’t mean they slept in the same bed?” Mina said with disappointment, “but, to think their bags are in the same room! The scandal!” she added teasingly.
But that’s not all,” Hagakure continued, “the sheets on the bed were very messy AND there is only one pillow but there are DEFINITELY two head impressions in it… so not only did they sleep in the same bed, but they even shared the pillow!”
Jirou blushed a little and Mina screeched into the palms of her hands as she covered her mouth, fangirling excitedly.
“How do you know its the impression of two heads?” Uraraka asked, “does it really look that obvious? We need to test this! Mina! Come and lie next to me, I want to see if you can tell if two people have shared a pillow.”
Mina spun around and skipped over to Uraraka’s bed then jumped up onto it, snuggling into the floaty brunette’s pillow.
‘Wait! I have to be there too!” Uraraka giggled as she ran over and playfully tackled Mina, the pair squirming over each other on the bed.
“This is my pillow now,” Mina bubbled playfully, “go find your own!”
“N0000, you’re messing up the experiment!” Uraraka screeched playfully, finally wrestling a part of the pillow from Mina so she could lie down on it too.
“What do you think, Hagakure? Did they lie like this?” Uraraka and Mina were lying on haphazard angles, their bodies far apart.
“No, no, no, I think they might have been spooning,” Hagakure said cheekily.
“Oh my god!” Jirou gasped, still blushing lightly, “no way!”
“Like this?” Uraraka asked as she scooted her body around and wrapped a leg over Mina’s side.
Hagakure squealed and giggled, clapping her hands with delight.
“Yeah they totally slept like that” Jirou leered.
“Oh baby,” Mina coo’d in her best ‘sexy role play voice’, grabbing Uraraka’s leg so she couldn’t get away, “you’re so sexy.”
Uraraka shrieked and giggled, squirming to get free but Mina rolled quickly and ended up on top of the floaty brunette.
“Let me show you a bedtime story,” the pink skinned beauty leered, pretending she was Aizawa on top of Y/N.
“No,” Uraraka whispered in an airy voice, falling into your character, “Aizawa, this is so forbidden, what if the students hear?”
“I’ll expel them if they hear,” Mina replied in a deadpan Aizawa voice.
Jirou and Hagakure both cackled with laughter as the two girls wrestled on the bed.
“Girls!” Momo snapped strictly as she re-entered the cabin after talking with you and saw the girls ‘wrestling’ on the bed, “what are you doing?”
“We’re experimenting!” Mina said excitedly.
“That sounds so wrong,” Jirou said with a small chuckle.
Jirou has a dirty mind,” Hagakure sung.
“So do you,” Jirou teased back.
“What experiment?” Momo asked, keeping the conversation on track.
“Well,” Hagakure gossiped, “we wanted to see if it was possible that both Aizawa and Y/N slept together on the bed and shared a pillow.”
Momo blushed and pressed her fingertips to her lips.
“T-That is absolutely none of our business,” she said in a flustered tone, “they would not have engaged in any untoward activities!”
“Momo, honey,” Mina said in a sassy tone as she hopped off the bed, “you’re wayy too innocent.”
“I-I just think that Mr Aizawa and Miss L/N are good role models and would not allow desires of the flesh to cloud their judgement and professional conduct!”
“Good morning,” you greeted politely to Aizawa as he entered the empty hall, pretending that you hadn’t just had sex earlier in the hot springs pool.
He didn’t reply but watched as you walked to the store room and opened it to get some training equipment out for that mornings exercise.
As your back was turned he walked up behind you and slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you back against him and planting a kiss on the back of your neck.
“W-What was that for?!” you stammered with surprise as you spun in his arms and pressed your hands to his chest.
“I don’t want you to think I’m ignoring you,” he said in his casual monotone voice then let you go and walked away, “good morning to you too.”
You gave him an embarrassed shaky smile, shaking your head before going back to what you were doing.
“Well at least he’s trying to be more considerate?”
That whole day was spent focusing on the students, putting them through their paces and making sure they were expanding their quirk duration.
“You’re ready for tonight?” Aizawa asked as you were picking up the cones and stacking them later that afternoon.
“Tonight?” you asked.
“Yes. The witch hunt.”
“Witch hunt?” you asked, confused.
“Y/N.” His blank expression bore into you “The first night that we were here I discussed this with you and you agreed to be the witch. Do you not remember?”
You furrowed your brow, thinking hard, then suddenly it clicked.
“Ohhhhh, yeah I remember now. He asked me to do something and I agreed to it. This must have been it. Shit. What’s the rules of this game?!”
“I remember now!” you said suddenly, “but, uh, refresh my memory? What exactly is involved?”
“We decided that we would stay till dark tonight then head home late- the final game being a witch hunt. Quirks allowed.”
“You did agree to this, Y/N,” he said, a little exasperated that you didn’t seem to remember when in actual fact you hadn’t been paying attention in the first place.
“Yeah, I know… I’m just… when you say ‘quirks allowed’ that means they are allowed to use them… no holds barred, and I have to fight back, right?”
“Unless you want to be captured immediately, yes,” he replied, “I’m relying on you to really test our students.”
“Why meeee?!” You wailed internally while nodding to him, “ok, I got it.”
He nodded and turned and walked away, taking the cones with him.
“I’m honestly going to die. I’ve seen the strength of these students and if they gang up on me and go all out, I’m done for…”
You sighed heavily and turned to go back to the cabin, looking for something suitable to wear for the game (your funeral) as you heard Bakugou’s harrowing scream of “DIEEEE” ringing in your brain.