Total Command

Chapter 23: It is not our job to remain whole

Kyoka stirred in her sleep, yawning in the morning light. Slowly sitting up and rubbing her eyes, feeling more rested than she had the past 6 nights in the dorms, even the covers on her felt different.

Wait...

Her vision cleared up, and her eyes were assaulted by posters of heroes, all over the walls. All Might being a predominant one.

W-wait...

She started feeling light-headed with the sudden rush of blood to her face, she knew she was blushing neon red right about now.

And she knew who's bedroom she was in.

Her eyes landed on the pile of bodies on the bed, Momo with her robe had somehow managed to curl up against Izuku's left shoulder, Mei over his torso her ear against his heart, Ochako on top of Mei, her cheek against Izuku's in a weird position that shouldn't have been comfortable to sustain, let alone fall asleep in.

Katsumi - Wait, when did she get here?- was on the bed laterally, curled up on his legs.

And Mina was there? Sleeping on his waist? What?

Just what happened last night?

Her brain started to pull itself out of its morning haze, starting to rethread the last moments before she had drifted off to sleep.

She had a nightmare about just what the villains would have done to them after they were done killing Ochako and Katsumi, those dark and manic eyes of the Noumu looking forward even as it crushed the two hero-trainees in its grasp. Looking straight at the class with uncontrollable bloodlust.

She shivered remembering it, hugging herself close.

Just think of something else. ANYTHING else.

Kyoka took a few breaths, trying to clear her head. Her eyes gravitating towards Izuku, remembering what he had done; the fuzzy sensation of the lightning he generated buzzing against her skin, imparting to her ideas and inspiration.

His eyes, glowing with both mirth and righteous anger, the same neon green the lightning he was producing en masse...

She knew she was blushing even harder now, but had calmed down somewhat.

Well, at least it's not fear that's making my heart beat faster...

Her jack moved over his face, prodding his nose gently, enough to make him scrunch his face cutely.

Wait what am I doing?

Her train of thought was cut short as Izuku shifted slightly, wrapping an arm around Ochako pushing her head under his chin in what looked like an act of intimacy. Which in turn moved his left shoulder, making Momo stir and start to wake.

She yawned softly, stretching out like a cat, her silky black hair cascading down her shoulders.

In the morning light, it looked like a waterfall of liquid obsidian.

Then she noticed where she was.

"O-oh..." She started blushing, not even registering Jirou next to her just quite yet. "He was right... again."

"Shut the fuck up..." Katsumi swore before turning a little and falling back asleep, scaring them both.

Momo's onyx eyes widened, looking down on Katsumi, then to Mina, up to Mei and Ochako, then to her side, seeing Kyoka stare back at her.

"When did you...?" The vice rep whispered, trying to not wake everyone up yet.

"I-I think it was 3 am? I'm not so sure, it's still kinda fuzzy" The punk girl whispered back. Even her sleeping gear was a band shirt coupled with what looked like some torn shorts.