The Regrettable Round Robin

“Anywhere you didn’t fall asleep, I guess?” suggested Uraraka-chan.

Naïve.

“At home, whenever your brother’s friends are visiting,” countered Iida-kun, shuddering. “They drink. A lot. And they get loud.”

Sheltered.

“In the centre of the pond, in the middle of the night, kero,” Asui-chan said knowingly. “Tasting flies.”

Weird. But valid.

“Training room tatami,” said Shouto.

Izuku swallowed dry. “Hospital,” he concluded, to a general amused agreement.

But, really, hospital was good. It wasn’t the bottom of the stairs at your middle school, or the ditch, or the rooftop.

And, as Kacchan could attest, it wasn’t chained up and muzzled.