A/N: Hello it's been almost a year OMG. I'm so sorry I got stuck on this chapter, then the Todoroki arc started so I was putting off things while I waited for that to unfold (and wow I love Natsuo anyways). To be perfectly honest, I'm considering restarting this story to include the canon Todoroki's rather than the two I placed in before we knew them. I genuinely love Natsuo, and Touya has a lot of potential in my writing. But I did keep this story on such a long unannounced hiatus that I might just continue anyways? I'd love to hear your thoughts, I could fix a lot of stuff up that's been bugging me for a while now and probably fix a lot of the plot holes and or mistakes I have every now and then. Otherwise I can continue with Kaito and Sora. \

Again, I'm so sorry for the long delay – I lost muse, got busy moving and with school haha. I probably burnt myself out as well writing too much – I'll probably try to get on a weekly schedule just to not stress myself out.

Just a heads up, this chapter is unbeta'd since I did drop off the face of the earth and didn't make any assumptions that my beta would still be around. (and if they are god bless them omg). I didn't want to make you wait any more than absolutely necessary.

I won't answer reviews this time, because its been a year and there are actually a lot more than expected across SEVERAL chapters. But if you'd like to talk, you can absolutely message me.

Homura 4:30 PM

It was chilly, and for a moment I thanked the asshole that dropped me in to this world for Shoto's dislike of the fire quirk. Moments later I chastised myself, knowing full well this was no longer a story. His pain – our pain – wasn't something as unimportant as it had been watching every Saturday morning. Even if sometimes I felt a little disconnected.

'Still, I can't ignore the convenience of it all on a day like this' I mused, allowing the fire quirk to spread subtly throughout my body and steadily increase my body temperature. Normally it was hard for me to keep a grip on the flames, and a week or so ago I would have already sparked. With the upcoming festival though, I was a little more displaced in my training and thus managed to improve my subtler skills. Still couldn't control the temperature of actual flames worth a damn though. Shoto might have better luck with that, if he even bothered. Stubborn as he was, he refused to even hold the flame even while I tried to hone my ice skills – even if it was an annoying inconvenience for me.

Practice made perfect though, and I begrudgingly allowed him to leave the house for his sleepover without much complaint. Fire would likely be the tool I had in our fight, if I managed to get that far anyways. The competition was tough, and I knew I really didn't belong here – and thus lacked the 'main character' protection the rest of my class had. In order to keep up, I needed to put effort in to it. Which is why I was even considering the sleepovers in the first place, given it would likely be more efficient to train at home anyways. Gauging my progress against those of my classmates was a solid strategy, though I doubted anyone else had a similar technical approach to it as I. Shoto maybe, and possibly Iida as well – even Bakugou if he showed up.

I paused in my step, adjusting the red scarf slung around my neck as I considered. It was cold, but I was dressed for the occasion after all (and cheated with my quirk, but nobody needed to mention that). A light black jacket, completely inappropriate for the weather, complimented the red scarf adorning my neck. A simple pair of jeans, black tennis shoes, and finally a black beanie completed the assemble – and possibly my ascension as the first Todoroki vampire. Ha, a fire wielding vampire! The irony made me giggle a bit.

"I wonder how Kirishima managed to get Bakugou to go" Amusement laced my voice as I spoke to no one in particular, though a few passersby glanced my way curiously. There was no challenge more daunting, more stressful than trying to get Bakugou to Kirishima and I didn't envy the redhead one bit. He had accepted it eagerly though, and I didn't doubt he found the difficult both invigorating and manly.

Another soft laughed escaped my lips before I resumed my journey once more, mindful of the light bag carrying all my supplies. I had only packed the necessities, given whose house and or mansion the party was at. I had no doubt sleeping arrangements were already made, and therefore carried only clothes and hygienic items in my bag. And as I finally approached the address in the girls group text, I knew my suspicions earlier rang true – this was a giant mansion of epic proportions. Endeavor was the number two hero and we still had a humbler abode – this was just excessive.

"Homura-chan! You made it!" A pink blur suddenly obscured my vision, and I felt my body temperature rise slightly in response before I was pulled in to a bone crushing hug. When did she get a strength quirk?!

"Mina-chan, my lungs, my oxygen, my ribs…!" I wheezed, though I slipped an arm around to pat her back anyways. She giggled at my lackluster struggle to free myself before pulling back, a large grin on her face.

"I'm sorry I didn't think you'd show! You were a little late though~" She teased, though my focus settled on her first words.

"What do you mean? You think I'm that anti-social?" I cocked an eyebrow, and another laugh escaped the excited pink girl's lips before she sobered down. Confusion must have been evident on my face, because another voice joined in the conversation.

"You were kinda injured and all, though you might want to relax and all before the festival. I wouldn't be up for this if I got messed up like that" Jirou approached us casually, arms wrapped around her head lazily. I had to wonder how comfortable that position was given the leather jacket that seemed just a little too tight, but wisely said nothing. I could appreciate Jirou's fashion choice, and for a moment I considered asking her where she picked up that deep dope shirt. I refrained though, knowing father would probably be scandalized by the mere sight of something so 'vulgar'. No need to poke the beast unnecessarily like Shoto tended to.

"Eh, as long as we're not wrestling with no rules in the mud, I think I'll be fine" I hummed, earning another giggle from Ashido.

"I don't think our quirks are really good for that anyways!" To my credit, I only flinched slightly at Hagakure's sudden appearance. "I think we're better off being sneaky!"

"You would say that with your quirk, Hagakure-chan" Mina huffed, the grin on her face betraying the annoyed tone she was using. Combine that with the gaudy leopard animal print tank top and blinding white jeans and nobody would be convinced she was ever capable of being mad. Sassy and sarcastic maybe, but never genuinely offended. I had a suddenly sneaking feeling that she had hugged me for my warmth rather than excitement at seeing me appear.

In contrast, Hagakure was bundled up head to toe in a similarly striking attire like Ashido, though a little more weather appropriate. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tsuyu approaching as well, and I was thrown off by the excessive layers she was wearing. Then I remembered how frogs worked, and mentally facepalmed. I opened my mouth to greet her, but before the words even processed in my brain the sound of a gate opening behind caught my attention. Stupidly, I had almost forgot where we were amid everything. My environmental awareness needed fine tuning apparently.

"I'm so sorry everyone, I had to be sure all the preparations for guests were in order before I allowed you inside! Mother would be furious if I was ill prepared for guests!" Yaoyorozu clapped her hands together, figurative flowers radiating off her person. If there was anyone who was incapable of being hated or even mad at here, it was her. Even considering the idea alone made me guilty, and I had to wonder if that was a secondary quirk of hers. Absolute adorableness.

It was almost a shame Shoto's secondary quirk was stiffness. Thanks Father.

"It's only a sleepover, what did you have to do?" I furrowed my brows, though my question went unanswered thanks to Ashido's sudden outburst.

"It's fine! I'm so excited to see your house! How rich are you, this gate is huge?!" she squealed, black eyes wide as she gave the gate another appreciative look. I couldn't help but observe the focus of attention as well, given I had been distracted by the conversation earlier.

While my house took a more traditional wooden gate approach to keeping intruders out, Yaoyorozu's grounds were secured by a massive well-made iron gate. Both of our estates had the small callbox on the side, but hers was clearly more advanced. It even had a screen to see who was checking the visitors at the gate while mine simply had a voice box. I could admire the extravagance of it all, even if I favored our more simplistic approach. There was something useful about subtly given the wide scope of villainy, and a giant 'Y' on a metal gate was not it. Given her family's lower rankings though, it was probably wasn't as necessary.

Yaoyorozu had the humilty to look a little abashed, if not confused, by the pink girl's outburst.

"Ah, it's not that big. Far more wealthier families have even larger estates, and this is nothing compared to our vacation home" Even I barely held back the choked noise at the implications, though wisely kept my mouth shut. Everyone else seemed to choose that option as well, instead turning their attention on the reason we were hear.

Training.

"PARTY! I can't wait to see what your house looks like, I brought all kinds of nail polish. You know they just released some Mt Lady's colors? The purple is so pretty!" Hagakure held up her bag excitedly, and I could hear the tiny glass containers clinking against each other gently.

Even Jirou seemed outwardly interested, even if she lingered towards the back. Ashido looked ecstatic, while Tsuyu and Yaoyorozu had a more subdued eagerness in their eyes. It wasn't really my thing, but I could feign intrigue easily enough. When in Rome I supposed.

"Is there a light green color, ribbit?" Tsuyu inquired, a finger held to her chin thoughtfully as she glanced at the bag. Hagakure nodded – or well I assumed given the motions of the bag – before letting it fall back to her side once more.

"Yeeees! We have to get inside to get all set up first though, I wouldn't wanna do anything out here!" she giggled, unintentionally reminded Yaoyorozu of her negligence. Well, inattention to her anyways given I doubted any of us really cared. She still seemed mortified at her transgressions despite it all.

"You're so right, I'm so sorry! Come along, I'll escort you all inside!" her hands covered her mouth as she spoke, and there was a wave of guilt that washed over us at the sight. That was just too much social power for one person to hold. We were like putty in her hands, even if she didn't realize it.

"Nah, its chill Yaoyorozu-chan. There's not really a rush or anything" Jirou piped up, mildly uncomfortable about the obvious distress on the other girl's face.

"Yeah! We have plenty of time to have fun! We can all go now! I'm sure everything's perfect!" Ashido chimed in, clapping her hands together excitedly. Hagakure did something – I really didn't know how everyone else seemed to know what she as doing – that was likely an excited gesture as well. Tsuyu simply nodded, smiling slightly.

Thankfully, Yaoyorozu seemed mollified by our group effort, and eagerly led us inside after inputting a security code to open the gate once more. I sighed in relief, a little more than eager to escape indoors. As immune to the weather as I was, I still didn't like lingering out here too long. The dull pain in my arm reminded me that it wasn't as safe as everyone assumed. I might have been a little too paranoid though. A side effect of getting smashed in to the ground I supposed.

Or, maybe I was just wary of a certain creepy purple-haired ball boy hiding in the bushes.

Shoto 6:00 PM

In hindsight, it might have been better to skip this ordeal all together and focus on training at home alone. Homura might have wanted to establish connections with people, and that I would never understand, but it certainly wasn't at the top of my agenda. Yet, I still found myself standing outside the well-lit home alone, clutching my bag like it was a lifeline. An unconscious curiosity I supposed, one that could only be sated by attending this fiasco. If I was lucky, I could blend in to the environment and pretend I wasn't there. I doubted the supposed training would be of any use to my current regime.

I nearly left all together, but –

"Todoroki-kun! Come on in!" Kirishima's voice exploded out of the suddenly ajar door, the red head peeking out. His hair was down, and he seemed to already be in pajamas, which was strange given the original intention of this get together. Sleepwear hardly seemed like suitable training attire.

I didn't acknowledge him verbally, but despite it all I found myself at the door within a few blinks. He remained unfazed by my clear disinterest in socialization, as though he had expected it, and gestured for me to enter. It was a little odd given this was Kaminari's home, since one would expect the host to greet everyone, but it was apparent why as soon as I entered the home.

"THAT WAS FUCKING BULLTSHIT YOU-" Bakugou's voice exploded from the couch, hands gripping the Wii controller tightly as he stared down the yellow-haired host beside him. His hands seemed to smoke slightly, but he apparently wasn't dumb enough to blow up a controller. An unexpected gesture given what I knew of him, which was admittedly close to nothing. Homura would know better, but it wasn't like we were on comfortable speaking terms. Not with her recent string of idiocy.

"YOU MAD BRO? VICTORY!" Kaminari cheered, standing on the couch and holding his arms in the air victoriously. Seconds later he was suddenly on the ground, the usually explosive teen channeling all his anger in to tackling the boy to the ground. Kirishima was laughing, cheering on the impromptu wrestling fight while Midoriya seemed unsure of what to do. He fidgeted in the corner of the room, a few incoherent words slipping from his lips at the display. Mineta seemed annoyed, and I had a sinking suspicion why. Iida, however, seemed to be the only rational teen in the room.

"Kaminari-kun! Bakugou-kun! You must desist, this is inappropriate behavior! We should respect Kaminari-kun's parents and-" He was cut off by the sudden controller to the face, followed by a muffled 'fuck off glasses' that I presumed came from Bakugou.

All in all, it was chaotic, and my doubts from earlier resurfaced. I really was better off at home then trying to train in this absolute madhouse. I turned on my heel, about to slip out of the room quietly when a nervous voice caught my attention.

"Ah, T-Todoroki-kun, are you leaving?" Midoriya, the childhood friend of Homura's I had only recently been introduced to approached me carefully. He was remarkably uncomfortable, almost to my level, and seemed eager to find solace in another withdrawn individual. I had every right to refuse and exit without another word. I could of.

I didn't though.

"No. I assumed there would be more than just…them…here however" Ojiro, Sato and Tokoyami were some of the few I could tolerate. Sato less so than the others, but neither of the three managed to aggravate me with obnoxious amounts of anger or irrational anger like the others did. Normally I could even handle Iida, but his volume was too much for me as he tried to break up the fight.

"A-ah, well there are others. Tokoyami-kun couldn't show up, s-said something about quirk issues. Sato-kun and Ojiro-kun are here though! Sato-kun went to bake something for us, and I think Ojiro-kun was resting" I caught sight of what appeared to be a tuff of fluff out of a pile of pillows in the corner, and I could make the connection between that and the noise. Apparently, it was not just us bothered by the energy.

It was…relieving in a way to know others seemed to feel the same as I did. Which was odd, given I wasn't interested in forming any so called 'bonds' as Homura might put it. Strange.

"Tokoyami-kun might be the more intelligent of us then" I mused, and Midoriya winced slightly. Not that I cared beyond noticing his discomfort anyways.

"W-well, once they settle down and we all relax we can probably still train. Even if its more with words than anything else?" He offered hesitantly, as if reading the disappointment, I felt at this turn of events. I hadn't exactly expressed my displeasure at the impromptu change of plans, so the smaller boy was clearly cleverer than I had pegged him to be. Few would find it easy to analyze others in this devolving environment, especially as pillows started to fly. I could hear Ojiro's shouts of outrage as his sanctuary was breached, though he had a large smile on his face as he entered the battle.

"Physical training would benefit us most of all. Except for a few I suppose" I pointed out, and he chuckled nervously.

"Y-yeah, well strategies are important too! You can have the best quirk in the world, but if you can't properly utilize it for maximum efficiency then you could very well lose to someone who might not have as strong a quirk! I have a bunch of stuff me and Homura-chan went over, and I think you could probably use them too since you guys seem similar enough in your styles you could probably adapt it to-"

"You've been observing how I use my quirk?" I interrupted before he could get lost in his words, and he seemed to flush at the implications.

"W-well, I f-find watching other people fight and seeing how they use their quirks interesting and um-" his voice trailed off, and the awkwardness seemed to increase tenfold. I didn't have the social capabilities to diffuse the situation and neither did he, so silence slowly filled our corner of the room. It was strange how social slip ups seemed to burn far worse than scalding hot water in the first place, but it did. I abruptly ended that train of thought though, not wanting to lose myself in the past. Now was not the time. Especially when I noticed something important.

"Where's Mineta-kun?"

Homura 7:00 PM

It was almost painful how long I held my hands in position, my regret increasing for every second I was forced to wait. She was slow, careful, and while I could appreciate her attention to detail-

"Oh my god, my hand is going to fall off at this rate" I grumbled good-naturedly, Hagakure giggling in response. The brush glided down my nail carefully, the invisible girl determined to give it a nice, glossy coat before adding on anything else. I was thankful she had been a little quicker with my other hand, as holding that arm up for too long would have hurt.

"You're so dramatic Homura-chan" And that was rich coming from Ashido of all people "I once held my hand still for eight hours straight!"

"How are your hands even still functioning?" Jirou questioned, eyes widening at the mere thought. It was a little odd coming from her as well, since I knew her hands had calluses from the hours she played her guitar. While playing the instrument might not have looked painful, it was excruciating to hold down the strings for too long. I had dabbled a bit in my past life, though not to the extent of Jirou. She hadn't cited any experience, but future knowledge let me cheat a little. Not that I would mention it anyways.

"I've never used nail polish myself. It's not easy with my hands, ribbit" Tsuyu commented idly, propped up on a few pillows that had been laid around the room.

Our little group had apparently claimed one of several family rooms (knowledge that had everyone but my eyes practically popping out of their heads), though the pillows were an impulse decision. Well, more like Ashido practically begged Yaoyorozu to see a little bit of the house and returned twenty minutes later stocked with pillows of varying sizes. Yaoyorozu's mother might complain later, but it was all in good fun.

Hopefully. I was aware of the potential a mass number of pillows had at a slumber party and given how long I sat here waiting for my nails to be done, I wasn't keen on ruining them. If I was going to have to risk my hand falling asleep, I was damn well going to make sure the effort wasn't wasted at least.

"You should ask me to help you sometime before class, I can make your nails sparkle in no time!" Ashido offered, beaming.

"Me too! I'm good at it too, obviously!" Hagakure hummed, holding up my hand she was working with as emphasis. I let out another dramatic sigh to emphasize my impending discomfort, and she giggled before returning to work.

"Or, you could focus on getting to class on time Mina-chan" I said dryly, and the pink girl had the decency to look to look a little reprimanded. That faded quickly though.

"Yes, Sensei, I promise I won't be late again. Maybe" she teased, and I snorted. The other girls giggled as well, and for a while we let ourselves get lost in idle chatter. I even forgot the original intention of the get together, completely absorbed in to friendly atmosphere. It was…nice, something one really couldn't achieve by themselves.

Of course, nothing could happen without something stupid happening.

"I wonder if that's Uraraka-chan" Yaoyorozu frowned at the sudden ding, announcing that someone had arrived. I had almost forgotten about the other girl, and even now I assumed she wasn't attending. It was a little late to show up, but I guess there hadn't been a strict set time.

"I hope so! I was kinda bummed she didn't show!" Hagakure exclaimed, finally releasing her hold on my hand after adding on a few little stars. I pulled it back carefully, admiring her work. It was pretty.

"I'll go see, if you'll excuse me for a moment" Yaoyorozu bowed her head, and we couldn't help the giggle at the over the top formality. The taller girl disappeared in to the hall, and I returned my focus to my hand once more.

"You know Hagakure-chan, you should consider being a nail stylist or whatever it's called if the hero business doesn't pan out" I commented idly, and she mock gasped in horror.

"Are you saying I'm not god enough to be a hero? Is that the famous Todoroki superiority I'm seeing?" I choked at her words, wheezing slightly from the sheer hilarity of the sentence.

"The what now?" I finally managed, calming down my laughs just enough to get words out. Ashido snickered alongside with me, plopping down on her elbows among the pillows.

"Come on, don't tell me you don't think your brother is just a little too…cold? Stiff? A statue? Endeavor-san's apparently not known for his personality either. Is it hereditary?" she giggled, and my laughter ramped back up to an unreasonable volume once more. Nobody else seemed bothered by it though, and if anything, they only contributed to the obnoxious noise in the room.

"If it is, I'm glad I didn't get it. Don't think I can handle not having emotions for so long" I managed somehow amidst my giggle fit, only slightly shamed at amusement at my brother's expensive. He hadn't exactly been doing himself any favors to try and get along with me recently, and the discussion was hardly harmful.

"At least you got your dad's awesome quirk. Fire is so cool, but I think I'd set everything on fire by accident. At least you'll always have a campfire for your marshmallows!" Hagakure added in, stoking the fire even more. Even Tsuyu was giggling at this point, her usually stoic face replaced by a wide smile.

"Eh, I think I prefer my mother's quirk more. Never have to worry about ice cubes making my drinks watery. Mobile ice cube anyone?" I hummed, earning another wave of giggles. Of course, good things only lasted so long.

"Homura-chaaan, what's your mom like anyways? Everyone knows Endeavor-san, but I've never seen your mom or heard anything about her. Is she cool?" Ashido asked innocently, though she was likely aware of the pun. Unfortunately, she didn't know about the giant elephant in the room that was the topic of my mother. I could feel myself sobering up quickly, and despite my attempts to hide my discomfort, there was a palpable sense of unease that hadn't been there before.

"You don't have to answer, ribbit" Tsuyu spoke gently, an absolute champion at hiding any negative emotions on her face. Hagakure and Ashido, however, were looking away awkwardly. I swallowed down the guilt – I didn't have to feel bad for my feelings – and nodded slightly.

"Maybe another time" My voice was soft and vulnerable, much to my displeasure, but I wasn't the best at hiding that stuff. Not when I was around so many people I felt comfortable with. Maybe another time was a promise, not a deflection.

"Hey guys, sorry to interrupt uh-" Jirou paused in the doorway for a moment, eyeing the oddly quiet group before continuing. "We got an unwanted visitor"

Given my concerns from earlier, I had an annoying feeling that I knew who it was.

Shoto 7:30 PM

"The girls are going to hate us eternally UGH!" Kaminari whined, trudging down the street with a light bruise on his cheek. It had been an epic brawl that had dragged in a few others, save Midoriya and I, but it had given a certain someone a chance to escape. And, in Kirishima's words, it was our duty as men to stop him before he did something unsavory. Iida had seemed to agree, save the manly part.

"You should have spent less time fighting and more time paying attention" I was surprised by the sharpness in my words, but all things considered I had a right to be angry. Despite our recent altercations, Homura was still my sister. The fact that Mineta had any intentions to disrespect her had my blood boiling. I was dimly grateful Homura held the fire. The air was only slightly chillier thanks to my fine-tuned control over the ice.

"Shut up ice cube, you have fucking eyes too. Spend less time melting in a corner why don't you,eh?" Bakugou snapped, surprisingly angry. Granted he had an explosive personality without an off switch (sadly), but for some reason he seemed almost personally offended. I chalked it up to being forced to join the group in locating the wayward delinquent.

"Mineta-kun should show more respect towards the woman of our class! I will have to be sure to lecture him and ensure the words stick this time!" Iida huffed, and while his determination was admirable, we all knew how unlikely it was the small boy was to change.

"At least we can save our pride men when we save the girls" Kirishima grinned, his intentions likely more noble than his words implied. He was the type of man to save someone just to save them, not so much to receive the gratitude of the saved. Kaminari might not have shared his sentiment, but at least everyone here was doing something good.

It was likely social obligation that inspired them all to join the manhunt though.

"I'm surprised he even found their location so easily" I piped in, likely surprising everyone. Midoriya seemed to jump beside me anyways, pulling down the hood of his All Might Hoodie to glance at me. I paid him no heed.

"Yaoyorozu's family is pretty famous, and they're not known for being all that subtle" Ojiro explained, holding out his phone for emphasis. True to his words, it was hilariously easy to find out their residence. I was grateful that Endeavor had not been so obvious about our home. I doubt I could stand any fans lingering outside, though it didn't seem to be a problem with the Yaoyorozus. They simply weren't famous enough.

"And yet now its backfired on them. They should reconsider their approach to home security" I muttered, annoyance flaring up slightly. Had they even attempted to be a little subtler, this scenario wouldn't have been an issue in the first place.

"You guys act like he can even get in. You see those gates? He ain't getting in without breaking the law, and he's not that stupid" Kaminari chimed in.

"How do you know he's not?" Sato inquired curiously, and the yellow-haired boy shrugged. "Eh, we talk a lot. Even he's got limits, even with all the toeing the line he does"

"Forgive me if I hold little weight in your words" I spoke dryly, much to Kaminari's chagrin.

"Stop your fucking useless babbling, you hear that noise?" Bakugou growled, and everyone seemed to pause. It sounded like voices…and it was clear we had located our lost classmate. Apparently, he had reached the girls first.

And, from the amount of voices, it didn't seem like they really needed our help. It didn't stop us from running ahead though.

"- I outta call the police on you, you asshole!" Jirou snapped, practically fuming as she stood outside the gate with the other girls. Her ear lobes danged dangerously in front of the smaller boy, who appeared to be sweating profusely. As far as I was concerned though, he deserved the tongue lashing.

"Why're you so angry, I'm practically complimenting you!" he wheezed, recoiling at the sharp glare from Ashido.

"You're being gross! You don't have any shame whatsoever!" she huffed, folding her arms across her chest and looking away. The other girls seemed to be displaying varying shades of anger, including Homura. I almost considered getting her attention but chose not to.

"Hey girls, sorry um-" Kaminari began as he approached, flinching as the sharp gaze was suddenly turned on him. Kirishima came up from behind to support him, a little stronger in the face of several angry glares.

"I'm sorry we men failed to keep him away, especially since he got all the way over here. We can take him back" he assured them, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. It was likely they would get in to another brawl, distracted again, and he would vanish once more. This all seemed futile, and I couldn't fathom why they were bothering to stick their necks out for someone like him.

"And you'll actually keep him away?" Homura's voice sounded annoyed, but distant, and I had to wonder if someone had happened. Even if we weren't on best terms, I could tell when my twin was off. She made no attempts to find me in the group though, and I remained resolute to avoid eye contact as well. I did, however, decide to add in my two cents.

"Yes. There should be no more issues" the other girls seemed a little calmer when I spoke, likely because I spoke at all. I wasn't known for it, so my words carried more weight than the chatterboxes of the group. Even Homura seemed appeased.

"If you promise! I'm lucky I saw him when I coming, since I was super late. Ugh" Uraraka grumbled, still a little angry but appeased by the assurances.

A few words, and in the case of Bakugou shouts, were exchanged before Mineta was released in to our custody. Iida was given him the worst tongue lashing I had ever heard from the taller boy, though it was hardly my concern. Instead, my dual colored eyes met bright blue and I found Homura staring at me.

We didn't speak, just simply stared before she eventually broke eye contact and looked away. She seemed almost guilty, but I knew that wasn't quite right. Homura had always seemed self-confident, so sure in her decisions that she rarely ever seemed to feel guilty. She certainly hadn't when she told me off for trying to deter her from trying too hard in the festival. Nothing seemed to faze her as far as I could tell.

"Ah, Todoroki-kun. We're leaving" Midoriya muttered quietly, nudging my arm before looking horrified with himself seconds later. I didn't reprimand him, much to his surprise. I simply joined along with the group, not sparing the girls another glance. There were other things to worry about now after all.

Homura

Long story short, the sleepovers went off without a hitch after that. We didn't really do much in terms of training, unless you counted watching cheesy action movies as information gathering. Ashido did anyways, and I honestly couldn't find it in me to complain. It was nice really, to take a step back from everything and really relax. Training could wait.