truth only hurts when you want to believe a lie

welcome to the madness

The first years blinked at the quartet, nobody making a sound until a snort followed by a chuckle was heard from the couch. All eyes turned to see Sero bending over, snickers coming out of his mouth.

Izuku joined in, elbowing Toga. "Oh, he's baked baked. That wasn't even funny."

Dabi leaned over, pretending to whisper to the trio. "He is more baked than my skin."

"Dabi! That's horrible!" Toga wailed, holding onto Izuku to keep upright as she laughed. "I love it."

"I aim to please." He drawled, looking at the hero course students. "So, are we all going to stand here and awkwardly stare at one another or ...?"

"If we are going to awkwardly stare, can I at least have some of whatever Sero had? You know, to make it interesting." Izuku looked at the teen on the couch. "Please tell me you have more."

Sero gave a shrug, a faraway smile on his face.

"Dude is gone." Dabi whistled, glancing towards the kitchen. "I wonder if he had those brownies over there."

"Only one way to find out!" Izuku and Toga cheered at the same time, making a dash towards the plate.

They were stopped by a hand on each of their backs, yanking them backwards. Whining when they saw Dabi holding them by the back of their shirts, he sent them both stern looks that they instantly understood, Toga looking downwards while Izuku huffed, crossing his arms.

"I didn't realize we were going to comply with those standards right away." Izuku grumbled.

"What standards?" Kaminari asked from his perch on the arm of the couch next to Sero.

"The standards set by our school appointed therapist." Izuku spoke in a faux cheery voice before sending Dabi a glare. "Thanks to this one's blase suggestion, we have to go to twice weekly individual therapy on top of weekly group therapy." He rolled his eyes. "I don't know why we need therapy, I mean, we're perfectly sane."

"Deku, one of the first things you did when you got here was break out of your quirk canceling bracelets, have me burn your face, then burn my face in the exact same way." Bakugou pointed to their matching scars. "Or did you already forget, you damned nerd?"

"He really did that?" Shigaraki eyed Izuku while talking to Toga. She confirmed it, Shigaraki nodding. "What a boss move."

"No, Kacchan, one of the first things I did when I got here was moon the camera. Giving us matching friendship scars was like the fifth thing." Izuku explained slowly, an eerie smile on his face. "Besides, I was in complete control of myself when I did that. I knew exactly what I was doing."

"Which is why you need therapy." Dabi mumbled. "That and to work through your very obvious daddy issues."

"You say that like I'm the only one in our group with daddy issues." Izuku rolled his eyes, pointing at Toga. "Himiko's people pleasing stems from her parental and familial trauma." Pointing at Dabi, he continued. "You practically invented daddy issues." He turned to Shigaraki. "Tomura here...don't even get me fucking started on him. He may have more issues than the rest of us combined."

"Thanks, Rabid. I feel really welcomed here." Shigaraki drawled, a huff leaving his mouth as he crossed his arms. He side eyed Bakugou, his stare turning into a glare. "So, you're the childhood 'friend' of my little brother, eh?"

"Tomura..." Izuku sighed, rubbing his temples. "We literally just got here. Please don't get us sent back to jail so soon."

Shigaraki held his hands up in surrender. "I just wanted to know. Who said I was going to do anything to him?"