The First Generation

Insomnia

"So... This is what I had in mind."

Izuku wasn't an architect, and he didn't have the mind of one. What he had planned out wasn't anything elaborate, or seemingly all that complicated. Given the Quirks that they had at their disposal, he couldn't foresee all that many difficulties getting the place up and running.

That being said, it didn't mean that he was some sort of master designer. Or planner for this sort of thing. He had an idea in his head, and he wanted the final result to be a picture-perfect reflection of what was in his mind.

Even though some of the things in his mind were just... Not exactly the most practical ideas in the world.

The basic shape was a square, although it was slightly longer on some sides, so technically it could be considered a rectangle. The overall idea that he was working with was for a building that was wider than it was tall, with several corridors that would be able to actually give the children some freedom of space. It included as well, a couple of large open spaces within, similar to what the dorms had for living space. Again, the purpose of both of these was to remove the crowded ways these kids had been made to live. When visiting, Izuku hadn't even managed to guess how two people were supposed to get past one another in such narrow corridors, and the excuse of a room that was the kitchen-stroke-living space they had been taken to was just as bad. After seeing how cramped up the old orphanage was, Izuku wanted to give the kids as much space as he could offer them. They needed it, frankly.

Plus, if any more Quirked kids ever ended up getting thrown out of their homes... They should have the space to house more. Just in case it came to it. With extra space, if worst came to worst, people could take sleeping bags and sleep in the living area.

"Three floors. We can build it up higher if we ever need to." He explained, and he dragged his finger gently over the paper, pointing things out as he explained them. "Right now though, I think we need something wide. It'll take up more space, but should feel more open for the people who live there. Remember, there's gonna be over fifty kids in there, plus me, Fuyumi and Takeyama. We're going to need a lot of materials to house everyone."

"No shit. If you wanna save stuff, we should have the kids stack up, two in a room." Katsuki pointed out. "We'd need less stuff and less room. Might even be able to take off an entire floor. Or just make half of one."

"No." Izuku said, shaking his head. "They all had to share rooms back at the other orphanage. It was... I don't even know how they haven't all gone insane yet. I want them to have their own space."

"That'd be fine, Deku." Katsuki calmly stated. "Except for one slight, tiny problem – We don't fucking have enough materials to make a brick shit-house, never mind a fucking orphanarium, but you have a plan to essentially give these little shits a fucking palace?! Where exactly are we gonna get this shit from?! You don't negotiate up from somehow managing to get someone to give you three liters of water in a fucking desert, but we do for construction work?!"

Izuku looked at Todoroki, and then towards Mina, both of whom seemed to grimace as his gaze met with theirs. As much as they wanted to back up their curly haired friend, they couldn't help but concede to Katsuki – He had a good point.

They weren't a construction team, and frankly, it was going to be a miracle if they even got the materials that they were going to need to even make a small cottage. They didn't have money, or any Quirks that could produce anything that they needed. Kirishima and his group had told them that Monoma was willing to help them, but he was still confined to his dorm room after getting the brunt of the blame for the fight, despite Kirishima's attempts to take responsibility. That would be easy – Monoma used his Quirk to copy teacher Ishiyama's Cement Quirk, get back to them, and then construct the layout of the building. That would be easy.