BNHA AU Little Bedtime Stories

Christmas Special! Christmas Stereotypes (Class A)

1. The early riser

There was a fainted beeping sound close to Hagakure's ear. She opened one eye and saw that her phone was illuminating her dark lit room. Before she could read what the clock on her phone said, she remembered what day they were today. As she looked at her ceiling, her eyes widen and her smile grew.

"Christmas!" she screamed to no one in particular.

Ashido or Jiro might've heard her but she didn't care. She got out of bed and saw to her surprise that she was already dressed. She tried to remember when she did that but couldn't point it in her memory. So she opened her door with force and screamed in the hallway.

"Jiro!!! Wake up!"

The door of her roommate opened to a tired girl. Bags were forming under her eyes and she looked like she wanted to kill Hagakure. Hagakure grinned and jumped into Jiro's arms.

"It's Christmas time! It's Christmas time!" she chanted in the ears of the punk girl.

"Gah! Too much energy!" She pushed Hagakure away. "Shut up!"

2. The matching PJ portrait

Aoyama had been waiting for this opportunity since they moved into the dorms. Matching outfits. He had everything he needed in his wardrobe. As Christmas time arrived, he pulled it out and got in the common room.

"Everyone, I wanted to do something since we first met!"

Everyone in the class was there, looking at him weirdly. He showed them the matching pajamas. It had a size for everyone, he had made them tailored for this special occasion. He smiled at them.

"What's that?" asked Mineta, unsure of what he was seeing.

"Oh! It's matching PJs, right?" Midoriya looked at Aoyama with a nervous smile on his face. "You... um, want to take a matching PJ portrait?"

"Good idea, Aoyama!" exclaimed Iida, adjusting his glasses. "That way, we can be unified as one!"

"This has got to be my least favorite Christmas tradition," groaned Kaminari, sinking in the couch to hide.

"Allez les amis, just try them! I've tailored them to make sure they all fitted!"

Ojiro looked back at him.

"How did you do that?" he asked slowly, frowning.

"That," he paused to wink at him, "is a secret!"

"Always with the dramatic flair," complained Sato.

Everyone tried their pajamas. There had been a fight between Bakugo, Kirishima, and Kaminari. Bakugo wasn't as keen as the others to put the sparkly and colored outfit. Nobody knew how it started nor how it ended. They were just glad to see Kirishima and Kaminari unscorched. Shoji had a problem with his arms, making Aoyama complain about customer service and how he'll sue them. Everyone was just surprised to see theirs fitted well.

Yaoyorozu had been indulged to try hers. She argued that it was creepy to know that Aoyama knew their measurements and she didn't want to make a fool of herself. Midoriya and the others had tried to convince her, and after beating Mineta until he lost his perversion personality and Todoroki convincing her that he was just glad to see everyone happy in their own pajamas, she agreed.

The picture wasn't as magnificent as Aoyama had hoped, but that was as much quality as he could get from the "professional" photographer, Aizawa. It had a cat filter and some mistletoe scattered but it didn't reach his image of perfection. Shinso passed by him and placed a hand on his shoulder.