❛ 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎 | s. ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ

❙ 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝗼𝐧 ❙

"Are you here to stop us?" Arisa sighed with a small pout as she stared at the expressionless image of her class president standing in front of her with crossed arms.

"No," Iida replied. "I'll be going with you all so I can keep you out of trouble. But I will not hesitate to bring all of you back with full force if things get out of our control."

"Oh." Arisa and Kirishima shared a glance. "I thought the full force would be done now but wow... this is even better than expected."

"Are you saying that you wouldn't have gone to do your own rescue if Iida used full force now?" Momo implied.

"Nope."

"Let's get going."

••

"Hey! Come back here!"

Arisa cussed under her breath as she ran away from the unknown male.

"Arisa."

Todoroki suddenly pulled her to the side, her arm wrapped around his waist.

"Sho!" She exclaimed in surprised.

"Sh." He shushed the female, his hand now covering her mouth.

"Where'd she go?!"

"She was here just a second ago!"

"Keep looking until you find her!"

"Yes, sir!"

The running footsteps drifted away, Todoroki finally letting go of the bluenette.

"Why'd you leave the group?" Todoroki questioned her.

"I felt one of the guys following me. I drifted apart from the group to try and check my suspicions. Which they turned out to be right." Arisa answered.

"Why were they following you? Did you get a clear view on them?"

"I don't have any idea. Mm... just one guy. He had a large crooked nose, it's not hard to miss."

"Stay by my side. We need to go back to Midoriya and the others."

"Aye aye, sir!"

••

"Where'd you two go?" Iida slightly raised his voice at his two classmates. "We were worried sick."

"Him and Momo were worried sick." Kirishima added. "I know you guys are manly and strong enough to beat whatever comes your way."

"Someone was following Arisa." Todoroki answered nonchalantly. "I noticed and followed her."

"I told you. We need disguises." Momo sighed. "That way we can all be a little safe."

"Fine, let's do it."

••

"Holy shit, what is this?" Arisa looked at herself in the mirror, her cleavage a little too revealing. "Momo!"

"Arisa! Get back in that dressing room." Momo was quick to push the bluenette back behind the curtains. "We don't want anyone seeing you like this."

"Miss Girl, you're the one who chose this dress. I wanted something comfy."

"Ari, you put it on wrong."

"Oh.. how?!"

"This is the sleeve! And it goes off your shoulders. This isn't a strap either."

Arisa only stared down at her dress before looking at Momo with a blank look, "It's a dress. A piece of clothing. Why is a piece of clothing so fucking hard to adjust?! It's a lot more complicated than my life. A dress has no reason to be this complicated."