IZUOCHA'S LOVE STORIES (BOOK 1)

2 - SPRINKLERS & SWEATSHIRTS

By Microsuede Mouse

SUMMARY: The sprinklers on the fourth and fifth floors of 1-A's dorm have gone haywire, half the class has been displaced from their bedrooms, and Ochaco is sodden and cold. That last part, at least, Izuku knows how to help with.

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"What. The fuck. Is going on up there," Bakugo growled, his voice low in a way that Izuku knew too well meant he was seething, not calming down. He'd been shouting for most of the last half hour, but now he'd gone scarily quiet, and over a decade of experience told Izuku that the hothead was only seconds away from doing some serious damage to both the common room and, probably, his academic career.

"Kacchan, please," he started, his voice high and plaintive. But before he could turn around to warn anybody, or make an ill-fated attempt at calming Bakugo down himself, Tsu was responding to him with her usual unassailable composure.

"Your things are going to be fine, Bakugo. I made sure of it," she assured him, squeezing some of the water out of her hair over the kitchen sink. "Aizawa is still up there with the lady from maintenance, but it sounds like it could be a while. He told me he'd come down and give us an update as soon as he can, but also to let you all know that if we can make arrangements to stay in friends' rooms, or the empty ones, that would probably be a good idea. He'll try to get us sleeping pads and blankets and stuff from the supply room once things are sorted out upstairs." She had an oversized novelty Mt. Lady beach towel wrapped around her shoulders, something someone had salvaged from the lost and found box in the basement, and a handful of tote bags clustered around her feet containing the books, electronics, and keepsakes that the students had been most concerned about. Being the best-suited to moving quickly and efficiently through a wet environment, she'd been the first to volunteer to head up to the fourth and fifth floors of the dorms and make sure that everything was as protected as possible. Yaomomo had supplied her with a large collection of plastic tarps, and Tsu had gotten everyone's belongings covered up to the best of her ability.

Bakugo narrowed his eyes, clearly irritated, but even he had some limits, and apparently he wasn't quite furious enough to shout at Tsu – the classmate who'd been, by far, the most helpful since the sprinklers had started to spray. Plus, Izuku reflected, it took an awful lot for anyone to really get angry with Tsu. "That still doesn't answer my question," Bakugo muttered through gritted teeth.

"We may not know for a while," Yaomomo cut in, a rain jacket folded over her arm. She'd gone upstairs, too, but she'd been focussed on creating protection for everyone's furniture, so Tsu had done most of the physical work. "From what I heard while I was up there, they're not sure what set the sprinklers off, but they should be able to stop them soon. The bigger problem, for us, is that the maintenance staff want to figure out what's wrong with them before they send us back up there. They can't sleep half a class in bedrooms with faulty sprinklers – it's way too big a liability issue."

Kaminari, seated on the back of one of the couches, grimaced. "I still spark in my sleep sometimes," he said, looking like it was just now occurring to him what a significant danger that might pose. "The last thing I want is to electrocute the entire dorm..."

"I'm sure everything will be fine," Iida assured him. "Besides, there are grounding rods installed in your bed for exactly that reason."

Kaminari seemed confused by that statement, like this was the first he was hearing about the safety precautions in his room, and Izuku was about to ask how that could be when he noticed Ochaco beside him. Like the others who'd been in their rooms when the sprinklers had been triggered, she'd gotten a thorough soaking before she'd made it downstairs. Her clothes and hair had begun to dry in the last few minutes, but she was hugging her arms close around herself, her brows lowered and mouth screwed up in an uncomfortable frown.