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Bakugo's POV

It hurts everytime but we do it anyway, knowing the price that if we fail it isn't just our lives anymore but our loved one's too. We get up and get dressed before dragging ourselves out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. To Eraserheads credit he didn't seem to be all that surprised to see us, he did however look confused as to why we weren't jumping on him like most every other day.

I just don't have the energy today. One and I grabbed a muffin and split it worried that our stomach's would protest if we tried for more. The reason it was so easy to ignore/forget about eating, we had so many reasons not to want anything. Why eat if you're only going to puke anyway?

We sat down and ate in silence, not running out the door like last week. I rub at an eye forgetting about my mascara and groan when I see my makeup smudged on my hand. One couldn't seem to be happier about having a reason to abandon his half eaten food and quickly jumped up pulling me away to fix my face again.

When we returned to the kitchen, Present Mic was there too. We sat back down picking at our food until it was time to leave. I'm not stupid I can see the way they were looking at each other confused but neither of us had the energy to deal with it, not after yesterday.

We were dressed in the school uniform again and holding our purses that matched our lipstick and heels. We yawned and followed quietly behind the two pro heroes before arriving at school. We wait outside and once he gives us the go ahead we walk in, still dead on our feet and just walk straight to Eraserheads sleeping bag. Only too happy that it was so large that we could both fit inside before closing our eyes again.

"Mr. Aizawa, did you have another attack?" Kaminari asked while we held each other seemingly unresponsive to the world.

"No, that won't be happening again. The girls found a toxin in my blood from a mission earlier in the week that had caused it, but if I would have been taking proper care of myself it would have been useless." We hear him explain. He must have been keeping that to himself, it's been a week since the last time we were here.

"Why are Molly and Brenda back then sensei?" Uraraka asked, I'm so glad that we were below the covers, our heads weren't even visible. Our purses acting like a little privacy wall but not actually doing anything other than maybe hiding our heads if the blanket came open again.

"I'm not actually sure, they came in late last night from a mission beaten and exhausted. When they woke up they followed me," I could see his boredom even laying here with my eyes closed. He wouldn't normally answer these kinds of questions but I think he was trying to get us to answer them considering how long he waited before answering.

Fuck this I'm going to sleep.

***

Lunch time! The class started buzzing expecting us to come out and join them like last time but instead One and I just hunkered down deeper into the sleeping bag.

"I think I'm going to have to get you two a sleeping bag of your own," I hear Eraserhead chuckle at us.

I wiggle enough to peek out and glare at him from under the covers. I have no idea how bad our disguises were and One was fast asleep. 'Fuck off!' I mouth, knowing no one could see what I was saying.

"Now Brenda, is that anyway to talk to your favorite Uncle?" Eraserhead was pissing me off and he knew it. I pull the blanket back over my head burying my nose in One's neck inhaling the sweet scent. I have to give girls credit, their perfumes smell nice. One already smelled sweet but he had taken to using some kind of citrus smelling one when going around as Molly.

"Hmm? Two?" One's exhausted voice, I shushed him and pulled him closer where he snuggled happily into me. It was low enough that no one could have heard it outside of our cocoon so I'm not worried about it.

***

"Okay you two!" Someone flung the somehow unzipped sleeping bag open and off of us exposing our cuddled forms to the cold air of the classroom. We jumped up ready to fight our backs pressed against each other as we stood at the ready, our brains not yet grasping what was going on.

The blue haired boy walked up and made a hand motion that I grabbed and used to throw him across the room. One at my back responding similarly to someone else. The room froze and we waited for the next person to make a move. We stayed silent letting our bodies simply take over, not thinking about where we were or how we got there.

I heard something that sounded like directions. Ah the leader is behind me, One and I flipped places and just as a red headed boy went to punch at me I had a tallman with long black hair by the throat staring at me in shock.

"One?" I asked in a normal voice, I knew he could hear me without any issues and waited for his purr that he had his side under control and once he did finally give the signal. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and tried to clear my thoughts. How the fuck did we get here?

When I took a deep breath I turned to ask whoever I had by the throat how we got here just to freeze. I had Eraserhead by the throat on his tiptoes. "Uncle Shota!" I released him and turned to see One doing the same with Present Mic?

"What?" I asked, holding my head, I have a splitting headache and just having my eyes open hurts, I pinch the bridge of my nose trying to calm my thoughts. "Just how?" I finally asked and felt One grab my other hand.

I look up to see Eraserhead rubbing his throat slowly and turn to see Present Mic doing the same and glared between them.

"Uncle Hizashi? Uncle Shota? You both know the recent mission we have been on. Why would you surprise us like that?" Came One's cold voice. I look up and see her wig is a little messed up but you still couldn't tell it was a wig. He gave me a look over as well and I could tell that I was at least passable.

"Let's go get cleaned up and then listen to their very well thought out reasons for attacking the two of us?" I am still glaring at the two pro heroes while pulling on One's hand. We grab our purses and go to a teacher's restroom fixing our hair and makeup back to perfect condition before returning to the classroom. This better be good.

***

We walk in and I sit at Eraserheads desk and One hops onto my lap and we wait for the now frozen heroes to explain themselves. I look up at the clock and see it's only about 1:30 in the afternoon so classes should still be going on. I glance around the room and see 19 students unconscious against the wall and think back to before we came to.

Oh yeah, we beat the shit out of them all without even using our quirks. I placed my hands around my lover's waist and cuddled him for a minute letting the teachers get themselves straight.

"What the hell was that?" Eraserhead finally answered, and I looked up ready to hear his explanation. I have zero intention of answering his questions until I do.

"We asked you first," One answered, giggling at my ticklish snuggles.

"All I did was walk into MY classroom and find you throwing my students across the room." Eraserhead huffed, making me lift an eyebrow at him.

"So you're saying that you two didn't attack us in our sleep then?" I asked just to be safe, their eyes went even wider and One and I groaned.

"Then we are going to have to wait until they wake up to get answers," I groaned, not thrilled at the thought at all.

"What do you mean attacked?" Present Mic asked confused, for fucks sake when isn't he confused?

"As amazing as we are, we don't usually fight such a small group of unarmed kids without a reason. We reacted to the situation, nothing more." One answered and I rolled my eyes.

My stomach gurgled and I groaned, I really didn't want to eat right now. The sight and smell of all of that blood was still too fresh. I heard One's stomach protest as well. "Fuck this, let's go back to sleep. I'm sure we can leave it to Uncle Shota to figure out what the hell happened." One nodded and stood up leaving my lap cold. We crawled back into the sleeping bag and zipped it up securely before wrapping each other in our arms.