Not Related (Shinson & Dadzawa)

Head Pats

"How irresponsible, Aizawa-sensei!"

"The news reports say it's going to be a rainy week. Why didn't you bring an umbrella?"

"What if Eri-chan gets sick?"

"Todoroki, get over here!"

"Come on, Eri-chan. Let's get you dry."

Aizawa watched his former homeroom class fuss over the soaked little girl he had in tow as they made their way inside class 2-A's dormitory, needing temporary reprieve from the downpour. He sighed, scratching the back of his head in exasperation. He had been too busy grading papers all week that he hadn't bothered to check the weather reports.

Shinso hurried to his room, forgetting about the half eaten dinner on his plate all together. He grabbed the folded blanket off his mattress, before pulling the drawer of his bedside table open to take out the hair dryer. He rushed down the stairs, offering the items towards his mentor and his ward.

"What's that?"

Shinso watched the tape guy… Sero, if he wasn't mistaken, eye the blower in his hands curiously. "A hair dryer." He answered matter-of-factly.

"Huh?" Sero took the odd titanium device in his hand, peeking through the open hole on the top. "Where's the propeller?"

Shinso blinked. Were they supposed to have one?

"Dude! That's that really expensive brand!" Kaminari pointed at the device, humming to himself as he tried to remember the name.

"It's a Byson."

Kaminari shifted his index finger towards Bakugo, nodding at him in agreement. "Right! Byson!"

"You have a Byson for a hair dryer?!"

"I thought they only made fans and air purifiers?"

"They have cleaning materials too! Mainly vacuums."

"But aren't they ridiculously expensive?"

Shinso felt several pairs of eyes on him, not quite understanding what all the commotion was about. He ignored their stares, unfolding the blanket in his hands to wrap it around Eri who was now partially dry thanks to Todoroki.

"Woah! Is that Durberry?"

"You've gotta be kidding me!"

"Is it real?"

"It's real! It's got a legit tag and everything!"

"You have a Durberry… blanket?"

Shinso eyed the rest of his classmates, clearly confused. Why were they making such a big deal out of everything?

"Shinso…" Kaminari glanced at him with wide-eyes. "Are you… a rich kid?"

Shinso felt something brush against the nape of his neck, swerving around quickly to grab the wrist of whoever it was who had the audacity to try and sneak up on him.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

He eyed the floating garments in front of him, letting go of the invisible twisted arm he held in his grasp. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I was just checking the tag of your lounge clothes." Hagakure answered truthfully, rubbing her sore shoulder as she grumbled to herself.

"Why?" Shinso looked at her the same way civilians would whenever they caught sight of floating apparel. He watched one of the sleeves of the empty shirt shift, angling itself towards his face. Was she pointing at him?

"Who wears Shanel to bed?!"

A collective gasp resounded throughout the common room.

"Are you kidding me?!"