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The week was painful, stressful and now, simply discouraging.
"So we've been doing everything to pass this and.. these don't count that much in first year..?" Kaminari cries after the teacher's announcement.
"We needed you to give your maximum, seems you work well under pressure." Aizawa grumbles wanting to be anywhere but there. "If you need to complain, go to the one who gave the idea." He sighs pointing to his green haired son who looked at him wide eye.
"Seriously!? You weren't supposed to tell them!" Izuku defends under the glares of his classmates. "Plus, everyone passed giving us the highest average grade in the school.." He points out trying to ease the tension, but the glares were still piercing through his soul.
"We also get one week before the Internships start so maybe we'll be able to ask for a class activity to celebrate..?" Izuku suggests making a few gasp, liking the idea.
"Oh my god yes!! We could go shopping!" Mina squeals making Izuku sigh in relief. Thank god for their short attention span.

In a heartbeat, everyone was speaking of things they could do which made the class change topics, well except for a few, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinso and Katsuki, who stormed Izuku's desk.

"You could have at least told me!" Shinso says dramatically earning him a death glare.
"Stop pretending you didn't know, I was threw under the bus so I'm throwing you too, you were just as guilty as me." Izuku glares at him. "Except your excuse was to watch them suffer." Izuku exposes making Kaminari and Kirishima gasp.

"Tsk, fucking asshole, could have at least told me." Katsuki pouts making Izuku giggle as he leaned over his desk to give a peck on his forehead.

"Don't worry Kacchan, it's nothing personal." He coos making those at the table start˛ laughing at them until an imaginary lightbulb flashed over Denki's head.

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask, have you guys did it yet?" He asks curiously making a few internally scream, they may have wondered but they didn't actually want to know.

"Did what?" Izuku asks tilting his head innocently and Katsuki glared at Kaminari.
"It's none of your fucking business Dunce face." The blonde retorts under the confused gaze of his boyfriend.

Izuku's innocent mind started doing the links slowly as he suddenly flashed red in realization.
"No! We didn't!" Izuku responds panicked making them laugh and Katsuki pinch the bridge of his nose in discouragement.
"Deku, by the way you're reacting it looks like we actually did it." Katsuki sighs in discouragement.
"But we didn't! I haven't even seen your mpf-" he gets cut by a hand covering his mouth.

The group just started laughing even more as they watched him try defending himself.
"Deku, just shut up, you're digging your grave." Katsuki scoffs tapping his head in discouragement, still slightly amused.

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Katsuki ended up refusing to tag along for their mall trip claiming he had better things to do. But he admitted to Deku that he just needed to rest, he hadn't slept well during the last week because of the exams, so now that he didn't have to worry, he preferred sleeping.

So here they were, class 1-A walking around the mall in groups of two. Izuku paired himself up with Todoroki for the day, ever since the sports festival, the dual haired boy opened up more to Izuku.

"So, Todoroki-kun, where are you planning to go for your internship?" Izuku asks, curiosity taking the best of him.

"The Endeavor agency." He answers nonchalantly and if Izuku had water in his mouth, it would have been spat everywhere.
"What!? Are you're sure it's a good idea??" Izuku questions worriedly.

"Truth be told, I don't know but I wish to use all my resources to become the best, so who's better than the number one fire quirk user in Japan." He explains calmly and Izuku hums in agreement. "So, he used me, I'll be using him back. I will be interning but not as his son. I'll be there as Shoto, a student from the UA hero course, class 1-A." He explains calmly and Izuku's smile grew wide with pride.

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