Deku as Nagisa Mha x AC

Chapter 12

It was late at night when Nagisa finally arrived at the UA dorms, grateful to have escaped Kayano and Hinano's attempts to give him a makeover. As he walked, he whispered into his phone, trying not to wake the others in the dorm.

"Hey, guys, I just got to my dorm."

"We're here too," Sugino replied, Kanzaki nodding beside him.

"Man, I'm so tired," Maehara groaned, his face twisting in exhaustion.

"Yeah, yeah, we told you not to stay in the pool for so long," Okano sighed.

"I wasn't about to turn down a water fight with Okajima!" he countered, clearly unrepentant.

"I'm still going to get back at you for spraying me," Hayami added, mock-angry.

"Oh yeah, go get him!" Meg egged her on.

"You guys should've joined me and Sugino in the spa. It was sooo relaxing," Nagisa said, happily stretching his sore shoulders.

Kayano chimed in, sounding chipper, "Let's just be happy we haven't had any missions recently!"

As Nagisa stepped inside the dorms, he brushed against the kitchen counter, accidentally spilling water on his shirt. "Damn it. Now I have to get a change." He reached into his bag, fishing around for an extra shirt.

Instead, he pulled out... a dress.

"Nakamura... why is there a dress in my bag?!" he hissed, trying to keep his voice down so as not to wake anyone.

The call fell silent, followed by a few muffled snickers.

"Ohh... what? Why are you asking me?" Nakamura replied, feigning innocence.

Nagisa's unimpressed expression said it all as he glared into the phone camera.

"It could've been Karma, you know!"

"Oh no, don't blame me for this one," Karma smirked.

Ritsu's voice cut in, cheerful as ever. "It was Rio and Karma, by the way."

Nagisa sighed. "Thanks, Ritsu. I knew I could count on you."

"Ritsu! Since when are you a snitch?" Fuwa protested.

"I just wanted to see Nagisa's reaction... oh, and I took a picture, by the way!" Ritsu giggled.

Nagisa's expression turned cold. "Ritsu, I will literally kill you :)"

"Calm down, Nagisa!" Justice said, eyes wide.

"Oh, come on," Chiba said, unimpressed. "Let's not underestimate his lessons from one of the most infamous assassins ever."

Terasaka scoffed. "Whatever. When's the last time you even went on a mission, anyway?"

Nagisa rolled his eyes. "About two weeks ago. I've been focusing on hero training. Not that I'd ever harm you guys."

He was nearly at his room, the exhaustion seeping in. But before he could sign off, he added, "Nakamura-san, I haven't forgotten about you."

He could almost see her tense up on the screen, flashing a sheepish smile. "It was Karma's idea!"

They all looked at Karma, who just grinned back, hands raised in mock innocence.

"Oh..." Sugaya sighed, sweatdropping.

"That confirms it," Okuda said.

"I have our IDs ready for transfer tomorrow," Itona deadpanned, glancing at Okuda.

"Guys, we should really get to bed now," Isogai urged.

"Yeah, hurry before I make you all pass out with Okuda's smoke pellets," Yoshida added.

"Hey, can you do that to me? I wanna know what it feels like!" Kirara said, eyes sparkling.

"Can you NOT do that?" Maehara muttered, looking exasperated.

Nagisa placed his coat and shoes down, glancing back at the phone one last time. "Goodnight, everyone! And Yoshida, please don't kill our friends."

"Now I just have to explain to my current classmates where I've been..." he sighed.

"How fun," Kayano said with a smirk.

Karma added, "I could kill them if you want."

"Please don't kill my class of future heroes," Nagisa groaned.

The word "kill" carried a strange comfort now, something that used to be alarming but felt almost casual when used among them. Nagisa realized that's what made Class 3-E so special—they were safe with each other. It didn't matter that others might find their jokes morbid.'I'm just rambling now,' he thought, shaking his head. 'I should really get to bed.'But just then, he felt something—a presence behind him. And then, a voice:

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"Who the HELL are you?"

Nagisa froze, a sinking feeling in his stomach. Well, I'm screwed.