My Hero Academia: Tropic Thunder

-Narrator POV-

The morning sun was just beginning to spread its light across U.A. Grounds, casting long shadows over the students gathered near the imposing building in front of them. The air buzzed with a mixture of anticipation and tension. It was the first time Class 1-A had been together since the chaotic events of the training camp and the Kamino Ward Incident. Conversations were kept to a minimum, relieved smiles and worried glances exchanged in equal measure.

Standing at the entrance of the building, Aizawa-sensei's expression was unreadable. His eyes scanned over each student, lingering just long enough to make them shift uncomfortably. The chatter died down as he cleared his throat, commanding their attention.

"This is Heights Alliance." Aizawa-sensei began, his voice as even and unfeeling as ever. "Your new home for the foreseeable future. The administration has taken measures to ensure your safety, but don't mistake this for leniency or forgiveness."

The students exchanged puzzled looks, the easygoing air beginning to get heavier with apprehension. Kaminari shifted on his feet, trying to meet the eyes of his friends. Kirishima had his usual determined face, but there was an underlying tension in the set of his jaw. Midoriya's hands fidgeted by his sides, barely containing his guilt, while Todoroki remained stoic.

Aizawa-sensei's eyes narrowed, and the silence deepened. "I am well aware that some of you took it upon yourselves to act recklessly..." He continued. "Midoriya, Ilda, Todoroki, Kirishima, Yaoyorozu…" His gaze swept over the named students, before landing on Kaminari himself, making his pulse quicken. "Kaminari."

Kaminari felt a shiver run down his spine. Aizawa-sensei's words were like a cold splash of water, sobering and sharp. Around him, the rest of the class shifted uncomfortably, the realization dawning on them that their secret was out.

"What you did—breaking the rules, putting yourselves at risk to rescue Bakugou—it was reckless and thoughtless." Aizawa-sensei said bluntly. The weight of his words hung over them, suffocating. "And judging from the reactions of the rest of you, it's clear everyone else knew about it."

Gasps rippled through the group, eyes widening as Aizawa-sensei's deduction hit home. Kaminari felt a pang of guilt twist in his gut as Jirou and Hagakure exchanged worried looks, their usual carefree expressions replaced by worry.

Aizawa-sensei took a step forward, the weariness in his eyes now edged with something colder. "Make no mistake... If All Might hadn't retired when he did, aside from Bakugou, Jirou and Hagakure, you would all be expelled without a second thought. Understand this clearly: the only reason you're still here is because of the sacrifices that were made to protect you."

The silence that followed was absolute. No one dared to breathe, as if doing so would shatter whatever fragile hope they had left.

"You broke our trust." Aizawa-sensei continued, his voice unwavering. "And trust isn't something that comes back easily. From this point on, each of you must work to regain it—not just from your teachers, but from each other."

Kaminari glanced around, meeting the eyes of his classmates—friends he had fought beside, laughed with, and now shared the burden of guilt with. Kirishima's eyes blazed with determination, Midoriya's were filled with regret, and Yaoyorozu looked down, deep in thought. Even Bakugou, standing on the outskirts of the group, had his usual fire dampened by something unreadable.

"Do not mistake this as a second chance given freely." Aizawa-sensei finished, stepping back. "You've all been through a lot, but that's not an excuse. If you want to be heroes, start acting like it."

And with that, the gravity of their situation settled heavily over them.

...

-Kaminari POV-

The air around us was heavy. Aizawa-sensei's words cut deep, leaving a silence that weighed on everyone's shoulders. I glanced around; faces were drawn, eyes filled with worry, guilt, or a mix of both. The aftermath of Kamino hung over us like a shadow. Bakugou stood with a clenched jaw, his eyes sharp and restless. For a second, I saw something in them that looked almost like... regret? That was new.

...

"Hey, Sparky. Come here." Bakugou's voice barked suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I raised an eyebrow, half-expecting a verbal jab. "What now, Blasty?" I managed, trying to keep my tone light. The next thing I knew, icy water splashed over my head, cascading down my back.

"Wha—!" The shock sent a jolt straight through my system, overloading my quirk for a split second. I felt the familiar, embarrassing numbness set in as my mind fizzled out.

My vision blurred, and that silly, goofy grin took over.

"Yaaay..." The word slipped from my lips in a daze, and the silence shattered.

It started with Kirishima's hearty laugh, then Mina's giggles, and soon even Todoroki had a small, amused smirk. The tension melted away in the wave of shared laughter. I could see the others grinning, a sparkle returning to their eyes.

"Dumbinari strikes again!" Mina howled, wiping tears from her eyes.

And then there was Jirou. She covered her mouth at first, trying to stifle her laughter. But as my eyes met hers, she completely lost it. "Oh my god, I can't—" she gasped, doubling over.

Bakugou's half-smile flickered as he muttered. "Guess I owe you for that one, idiot."

He shoved a wad of cash into Kirishima's hands, probably to pay back for the NVG gear from before. It was his rough, roundabout way of saying thank you, I guessed.

As I blinked the haze away, the realization set in. He did it to break the silence, to let us breathe again. I couldn't help but chuckle at the ridiculousness of it all.

"Oh, real funny, Bakugou." I said, shaking my head to get some water out of my eyes. But seeing the smiles around me, seeing the worry replaced by laughter, I couldn't stay mad.

I felt a warmth in my chest. This was how we got through things—together, even if it meant getting soaked and looking like a total fool. And for now, that was enough.

...

Aizawa-sensei, sensing the shift in the group's energy, took the opportunity to move things along. He cleared his throat, and the students quickly quieted down, attention snapping back to their teacher.

"Now that everyone's back to their senses..." He began, casting a brief, amused glance at Kaminari's still-goofy expression. "Let's get back on topic. Heights Alliance is now your new home. Each floor is divided by gender. Boys are on the first and second floors, while the girls are on the third and fourth. The common room and kitchen are shared spaces, and I expect all of you to respect each other's privacy and maintain a clean environment."

There were murmurs and a few nods from the students. Aizawa-sensei's gaze swept over the group, death glaring Mineta so his perverted thoughts would be shunned before spftening his tone just a touch.

"This isn't just a dormitory; it's a place for you to grow together, learn from each other, and become the heroes you aspire to be. Don't take this opportunity for granted."

...

With that, Aizawa-sensei dismissed us, and the students scattered to their rooms, the earlier tension now a distant memory. As I go up the stairs to find my room, I bump into Ojirou.

"Looks like we'll be neighboors in here as well, Kaminari." He laughed as he stood in front of his room's door, the first of the third floor. "Indeed, brother." I chuckled at his comment before going to my room.

"Third room of the third floor, hopefully that brings good luck." As I open the door and step inside my new home. 

U.A is a money-laundry scheeme confirmed. The room is big, almost as big as my flat, air conditioning, private restroom, even a fridge, what a flex. I go towards the balcony to inspect the view, I see Midoriya did the same.

"Howdy, neighboor!" In my worst cowboy impression ever, I go back inside, the real work begins. Since we can customize our rooms to our taste, I will make sure this feels like home. But first, the guest of honor is sat confortably right next to my bed, her bright smile is needed.

"Let's make this look like our home, Ana."

...

As the day melted into the evening, the soft hum of chatter and occasional laughter filled the halls. The dorms were slowly becoming more than just a building; they were starting to feel like home.

Night had fallen, and a sense of satisfaction settled over the dorm as everyone finished tidying up their rooms. The initial rush of unpacking, decorating, and adjusting to their new spaces had kept us busy for hours, and now the air was filled with the muted sounds of music, chatter, and the clatter of dishes from the common kitchen. 

We are at the common room, Kirishima sat down, looking tired, while I had just sat down on the arm of the sofa. Seems like we finally finished. 

"Although it's not for the greatest reason, living together sounds cool, right?" I ask, half expecting to hear some agreements. I'll be honest, I am a bit scared, it's one thing to socialize in class only, but to share laundry, food and even hygiene is weirding me out.

"Living together... Is also training to learn cooperation and discipline!" Ilda's arms spoke more than his voice, I love how he finds hidden reasons for everything that happens to us.

"Have you boys finished your rooms?" Mina and the girl's troupe have arrived, her tone clearly having some sort of hidden meaning behind it.

"Yes, ma'am. We're just relaxing." Gotta catch the bait, my curiosity took the better off me.

"Well, we were talking among ourselves girs..." Hook, line and sinker.

"We had an idea!" Hagakure stepped in, she's clearly anxious for the reveal.

"How about a room presentation contest?" Oh man, this is going to be great, and judging by Midoriya and Tokoyami's reactions, I'm sold.

...

After the initial excitement of the room competition, the entire class began to gather in the first floor's room. I am too excited to see what my friends had done with their spaces, but at the same time, I'm worried what will be the my own room's judgement from them.

I mean, it's not like I did a horrible job, I just don't know if they're gonna like it. However, one thing at a time, let's aloo the first poor guys be evaluated first so we can read how things are going to play out.

...

Here we are, stepping into All Might's- I mean, Midoriya's room, only to be met with an immediate feeling of "The #1's #1 fanboy" in every corner. The room is filled with posters, banners and action figures of All Might. The girls' reaction are mixed, but they mostly seemed to enjoy seeing a 'Otaku room' first hand. 

...

The next two rooms are clear opposites. Sun and moon, light and dark, glitter and goth themes. It fits their personalities well, I personally enjoyed Tokoyami's aesthetic more.

And then we moved on to the next floor. What's that? Only three rooms reviewed? Exactly, you see the final room is Mineta's, and neither me nor any sane living being on this Earth shall willingly enter the domain of the purple pervert without law enforcement present.

Moving on.

On the second floor (Japanese count the ground floor as the first floor, so technically this is the third floor. For narrative purposes we will go along my view), we moved on to the first room: My boy Ojirou's.

...

Look how they massacred my boy... He was expecting even half a compliment but all they managed to say was... His room is normal. I really wanted to say words of encouragement but I thought it would only rub salt to the wound.

Next is our class president, his shelves full of glasses were odd to say the least. Not for him though, this is totally acceptable. Classic Ilda.

Finally, we arrive at the Watt Cave.

My room, though not as meticulously decorated as some of the others, was warm and inviting. Despite its simplicity, there was an unmistakable sense of home here. The bed was covered in a faded yellow-and-green quilt that looked like it had been well-loved. The small bookshelf beside the bed was cluttered with everything from textbooks dedicated to the study of electricity to seinen volumes, with a couple of romance novels tossed in for good measure.

Against one wall, there was a large flat-screen TV and a video game. The walls were adorned with simple framed photos, a few family snapshots from my childhood.

A colorful tapestry of tropical leaves hung in the corner of the room, along with a small homecountry flag on the opposite side. The room had a very earthy feel to it.

On the desk, there were a few organized papers and a laptop, but nothing screamed "Mess", I like my things organized.

However, the most striking feature was the wall opposite to the bed. There, in a place of pride, was a large family painting—my parents, Nikolas, and of course, Ana. The painting was colorful and full of life.

Underneath that painting, a framed photograph of Ana sat on a small, carefully placed stand alongside religious adornments and a candle. It was one of the only items in this room that had a slightly sadder undertone.

In the photo, she was smiling widely, her arms around me, who stood next to her, grinning just as much. Her energy in the picture was infectious. 

Mina was the first to speak, bouncing onto the bed with no hesitation. "Oh my gosh, Raio, this is so cozy! I was expecting, like, wires everywhere or, I don't know, lightning bolt posters!" She teased, pulling at the edge of the quilt. "This blanket looks ancient, though. Did you drag it here all the way from home?"

"Yeah. It's been with me for a while. Guess it kinda reminds me of home."

Yaoyorozu, standing near the bookshelf, smiled warmly. "It really does feel like home. The colors, the tapestry, even the way the books are stacked—it's all very inviting, Kaminari." Her gaze moved to the wall, where the family painting hung. "And this is beautiful." She added, stepping closer to study it. "Your family looks so vibrant."

Jirou had wandered toward the corner of the room, her eyes catching on the Les Paul guitar propped neatly on its stand. She froze for a moment, then traced her fingers lightly over the neck. "At least you've got good taste." She said quietly, almost to herself. Her eyes flicked to it, curiosity briefly flashing across her face before she moved on, her expression carefully neutral.

Mina, now crouched in front of the photo stand, let out a small gasp. "Wait—who's this?" She asked, pointing to Ana's photo. "She looks just like you!"

I noticed my grin faltering for a moment. "Oh. That's Ana. My little sister." I said softly. "She… Always said I should bring that quilt to U.A. She used to steal it from me all the time."

The air grew heavier, the weight of the words settling over the room.

Yaoyorozu's expression turned tender. "This whole room—it feels like a piece of your heart."

Mina shot up, trying to lighten the mood. "Okay, but let's talk about that guitar, too. Are you gonna play for us sometime, or are you just letting it gather dust?"

I smirked, grateful for the change in tone. "Maybe. If you're lucky."

Jirou glanced at me, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Let me know. I'll make sure the amp doesn't explode." She said, her tone teasing but her eyes thoughtful.

Mina turned to the others with a grin. "Okay, I'm calling it: Raio's room wins the 'comfiest dorm' category!"

The group laughed, but Jirou lingered by the guitar for a moment longer, her gaze softening as we joined the others in conversation.

...

When Jirou opened the door to her room, I honestly didn't know what to expect. Maybe a couple of band posters, some books about music theory, or just the typical setup with a desk and a bed. What I didn't expect was to walk into what felt like a personal concert hall.

The walls were covered in instruments. Not just a guitar or two, but everything. Drums, a keyboard, a bass, and even a violin. It was insane—in the best way possible.

"Whoa." I said before I could stop myself. It just slipped out, but come on, how could it not?

She turned to look at me, arms crossed, like she was already bracing for a comment. "What?" She said, her tone sharp but her face giving away a hint of nervousness. "Never seen a guitar before?"

I barely heard her, though, because that's when I saw it—a Les Paul. Black and gold, polished to perfection. It looked like the kind of guitar legends played.

"You play… All of these?" I asked, still staring at the Les Paul.

"Yeah, I dabble." She said, all casual, as if her room wasn't the coolest one I'd seen so far.

I laughed, shaking my head. "'Dabble'? Jirou, this is amazing. It's like… you've got a whole universe in here."

That got her to raise an eyebrow. "A universe?"

"Yeah," I said, turning to her. "Every instrument is its own story, right? And you don't just play them—you understand them. That's… not something just anyone can do."

For a moment, she just looked at me, her expression unreadable. Then her earphone jacks twitched, and I swore she looked away to hide her face.

"Well." She muttered, "... Guess I've got a lot of stories, then."

I grinned. "More than I'll ever have. Seriously, I'm impressed. You're, like, ridiculously cool, you know that?"

She opened her mouth to say something—probably to brush off the compliment—but, of course, Aoyama had to ruin the moment.

"Hmm..." He said, leaning against the doorframe. "Not very ladylike, is it? All this noise and chaos."

Sero chimed in with a snicker. "Yeah, I was expecting something more… Delicate."

Jirou didn't even hesitate. Her earphone jacks snapped forward, blasting both of them with a sharp burst of vibrations that sent them stumbling out of the room, hands clamped over their ears.

"Out." She snapped, her glare sharp enough to make anyone think twice.

I couldn't help but laugh. "That was perfect." I said, still grinning.

She smirked, finally relaxing a little. "They had it coming."

I nodded, looking around the room again. "For what it's worth." I said, my voice a little softer. "This room? It's not just cool—it's you. And that's more than enough."

Her eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, I thought I saw her cheeks turn the faintest shade of pink.

"Thanks... Now leave." She muttered, her voice quieter than usual.

As we left, I glanced back at the Les Paul one last time. I could still feel the energy of the room—of her.

Yeah, Jirou was way more than just cool.

...

The best room contest is over, Sarou surprisingly won, the judges were definitely bribed with sweets. On the other hand, now I can finally sleep, it may not be much but tidying that entire room in one day is extremely exhausting.

Or at least that was the plan, until Uraraka called me and Todoroki, both eager to fall into Morpheus's arms. Reluctantly, we fought our wills and went. Not just us, but everyone who participated in Bakugou's unsanctioned rescue. As we leave the dormitories, I immediately notices Tsu's outside, but she is quiet, appearing not to want to look at us.

At this moment, everything falls into place, I understand why they insisted on holding the contest, why Bakugou had pulled that prank. Everyone just wanted things to go back to normal.

Especially her. She was the one who spoke harsh words, words that implied that she saw us as villains if we continued to follow the proposed path. Out of all of them, I was the one who felt the most resentment, and it was towards me that she held the feeling of shame.

Every word of hers was accompanied by tears and resentment, at that moment, she was not acting like a concerned colleague, but like a friend who was guilty for what she said.

Fortunately, among the apologies from the other colleagues who accompanied me, I was the one who understood her the most.

"Tsu, forgive me. In trying to be a good colleague, I ended up being selfish and a bad friend. You wanted to stop us from doing something wrong, and I chose to arrogantly cast you aside." I fought hard to hold back tears, and a comforting hug sealed the real return to how things really should be.

As we began dispersing, I lingered for a moment, watching Tsuyu retreat into the dorms. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Kirishima grinning at me, though his eyes were filled with the same exhaustion I felt.

"C'mon, man." Kirishima said. "Let's get some rest. Tomorrow's a new day."

I nodded, allowing myself a small smile. As I followed Kirishima and the others inside, the words of the night lingering in my mind: Trust, teamwork, and the lessons he'd carry forward as a hero.