MHA - Class 1-A

Somehow, {user} had become Class 1-A's unofficial therapist.

It wasn't something anyone had planned.

It started with Midoriya, who had a habit of overthinking everything and occasionally needed someone to help him sort through the hundred thoughts running through his head. Then Uraraka started stopping by whenever she needed someone to talk to, usually trying to convince everyone else that she was fine before eventually admitting that she wasn't.

Kirishima was much more straightforward about it. If something was bothering him, he'd simply say so. Kaminari and Sero turned their conversations into jokes half the time, while Mina had absolutely no problem announcing to the entire dorm that she was "going to therapy" whenever she wanted to vent.

Jiro preferred pretending she didn't need anyone before eventually sitting down beside {user} and quietly talking about whatever was on her mind. Momo was more careful with her words, Iida tried to approach everything logically, and Tsuyu was usually honest enough to say exactly what she was feeling.

Even the quieter students had their own ways of seeking {user} out. Tokoyami might sit in silence for several minutes before speaking, Shoji would quietly listen as much as he talked, and Koda sometimes just wanted company rather than advice.

Then there were the ones who insisted they didn't need it.

Bakugo, for example, would never admit he was coming to {user} for emotional support. He'd claim he was "just passing by," complain about everyone else being idiots, and somehow end up staying for twenty minutes.

Todoroki was even less subtle in a completely different way. He could walk into {user}'s room, sit down, and bluntly announce that he had been thinking about something for three hours and wanted an outside opinion.

Aoyama occasionally treated emotional conversations like dramatic performances, while Hagakure could turn almost anything into a conversation. Ojiro, Sato, Sero, Shoji, and the others weren't nearly as loud about it, but they had all gradually learned that {user} was someone they could trust.

It became a running joke throughout the dorms.

"Go talk to {user}."

"I'm pretty sure you're next on the schedule."

"Does this count as an emergency appointment?"

"I don't need therapy!" Bakugo would snap, usually while standing directly outside {user}'s room.

Somehow, though, the joke had become genuine.

{user} wasn't actually a therapist. They weren't trained for it, and they couldn't magically solve everyone's problems. But they listened. They gave advice when someone wanted it, stayed quiet when someone simply needed to vent, and occasionally managed to stop Class 1-A from turning a minor disagreement into a full-blown argument.

For a class as chaotic as theirs, having someone they could trust had become surprisingly important.

Tonight, however, the dorms were finally quiet.

Most of Class 1-A had gone to bed. The common room was empty, the lights were off, and even Kaminari and Mina had somehow stopped making noise.

{user} had barely settled into bed when-

Knock. Knock.

Someone was standing outside their door.

At this hour, there was only one reason someone from Class 1-A would be awake.

Someone couldn't sleep.

And, apparently, they needed {user}.

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The first sign that something had gone wrong was the phone.

It wouldn't stop vibrating.

At first, the noise was easy to ignore. One notification. Then another. Then several more in quick succession, each vibration rattling against the surface beside the bed before finally becoming impossible to sleep through.

By the time morning had properly arrived, the screen was practically buried beneath notifications.

The messages weren't from one person.

They were from Class 1-A.

All twenty of them.

Somehow, over the past several months, {user} had become the person Class 1-A turned to whenever they needed someone to listen. It hadn't happened all at once. It had started with small things: Midoriya asking for advice after getting stuck inside his own thoughts, Uraraka needing someone to talk to after a difficult day, or Kirishima showing up because he didn't know how to help one of his friends.

Then everyone else caught on.

Mina had embraced the idea immediately, treating {user} like the class's personal emotional support hotline. Kaminari started sending messages whenever he was bored, stressed, or had some ridiculous problem he had convinced himself was an emergency. Sero occasionally joined him, usually making everything worse by adding his own commentary.

Jiro preferred shorter conversations and rarely admitted when something was actually bothering her. Momo tended to carefully compose what she wanted to say before sending it. Iida sent messages that somehow managed to sound like formal announcements, even when he was simply asking whether someone else had already spoken to {user}.

Tsuyu was direct. If she needed to talk, she said so.

Tokoyami's messages were considerably more mysterious.

Shoji and Koda were quieter, usually checking in rather than demanding attention. Sato occasionally sent pictures of something he'd cooked and asked whether anyone wanted some. Ojiro was probably the most normal about the whole situation.

Then there was Aoyama.

His messages were dramatic enough to fill an entire conversation by themselves.

Hagakure tended to send several messages in a row, sometimes forgetting that she had already sent the previous one. Mineta occasionally appeared with some completely unnecessary complaint that somehow became everyone else's problem.

And Bakugo?

Bakugo refused to acknowledge that he was participating.

His messages were usually short.

Need to talk.

Or:

You awake?

And, on rare occasions:

Don't tell anyone I texted you.

He would then inevitably deny having sent anything if confronted about it.

Todoroki wasn't much better, although his approach was completely different.

He had a habit of sending messages with absolutely no context.

Do you think it's normal to be thinking about something from three years ago?

Followed twenty minutes later by:

Never mind.

Then another message:

Actually, I still want to know.

The class had learned that {user} was someone they could talk to without having to worry about looking weak, dramatic, confused, or overly emotional. Sometimes they wanted advice. Sometimes they wanted someone to tell them they were overthinking. Sometimes they just wanted to complain about something incredibly minor.

And sometimes they didn't even know what they wanted.

They simply knew they wanted {user}.

Which was exactly why the number of notifications that morning was concerning.

There were far too many.

The first few messages were harmless.

Mina: GOOD MORNINGGGG

Kaminari: Are you awake

Kaminari: Important question

Kaminari: Actually not important

Kaminari: But still

Sero: He's been staring at his phone for ten minutes.

Kaminari: SHUT UP

A few messages from the girls followed.

Uraraka: Morning! Sorry if this is a lot already 😭

Jiro: It's already a lot.

Hagakure: WAIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE ASLEEP TOO

Momo: Good morning. I apologize for the number of messages you may receive today.

That apology was followed almost immediately by another message.

Momo: Actually, I may have spoken too soon.

There were messages from the quieter members, too.

Koda: Good morning.

Shoji: I hope you slept well.

Ojiro: Morning. Don't feel obligated to answer everyone.

That last message seemed particularly optimistic considering what had already happened.

Then came Iida.

Iida: GOOD MORNING, {user}! I HAVE BECOME AWARE THAT SEVERAL MEMBERS OF THE CLASS HAVE ALREADY CONTACTED YOU.

Another message arrived.

Iida: I WOULD LIKE TO CLARIFY THAT I AM NOT PARTICIPATING IN ANY FORM OF MASS MESSAGE SPAM.

Three seconds later:

Iida: However, I would appreciate your opinion on something.

There was also Midoriya.

His messages were considerably longer.

One notification contained three separate paragraphs of anxious analysis about something that had happened the previous day. Another message arrived explaining that he probably shouldn't have sent the first one. Then another appeared because he'd thought of "one more thing."

Todoroki's messages were scattered throughout the conversation.

Todoroki: Are you busy?

Todoroki: It's okay if you are.

Todoroki: I have a question.

Todoroki: Actually, Midoriya has been thinking about it too.

Todoroki: He says I shouldn't mention that.

And somewhere underneath all of that was Bakugo.

His messages were noticeably different.

Bakugo: Don't read the group chat.

Then:

Bakugo: Actually, read it.

Then:

Bakugo: Forget it.

And finally:

Bakugo: I'll explain later.

The group chat itself was somehow even worse.

Mina had apparently decided that everyone should "just talk about it together."

That had lasted approximately thirty seconds before several people began talking over one another.

Kaminari complained.

Jiro told him to stop complaining.

Sero made a joke.

Iida attempted to restore order.

Mina made things worse.

Bakugo told everyone to shut up.

Uraraka tried to mediate.

Midoriya started analyzing the situation.

Todoroki asked a question nobody knew how to answer.

And somehow, through all of it, {user}'s name kept appearing.

"Ask {user}."

"Wait, what does {user} think?"

"Someone message {user}."

"They're probably asleep."

"Should we wake them up?"

"NO."

"Why not?"

"Because it's six in the morning!"

The conversation eventually slowed.

But the notifications didn't stop.

There were still unread messages waiting.

Twenty classmates.

Twenty different reasons for reaching out.

And, judging by the timestamps, most of them had been awake far earlier than they should have been.

The phone vibrated again and the message asks Are you awake?

It had started as a joke.

At least, that was what Mina insisted on.

Class 1-A had gathered in the common room after dinner, scattered across couches, chairs, and the floor. Kaminari and Sero were arguing over something completely pointless, Jiro was half-listening while scrolling through her phone, and Kirishima was trying to keep the peace between them.

Across the room, Midoriya was talking quietly with Uraraka. Iida was attempting to organize tomorrow's study plans. Momo had a notebook open on the table, while Todoroki sat beside her, listening with his usual blank expression.

The usual dorm chaos.

Until Mina noticed something.

More specifically, she noticed how many people had spoken with {user} that week.

"Okay, this is getting ridiculous."

Several heads turned.

Mina was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a notebook balanced against her knees. She looked far too pleased with herself.

"What is?" Kaminari asked.

Mina held up the notebook.

"I've solved our biggest problem."

Jiro glanced over. "That's never a good sentence when you say it."

"It is this time!"

Mina dramatically flipped the notebook around.

Written across the top in enormous letters was:

CLASS 1-A THERAPY SCHEDULE

There was a moment of silence.

Then Sero started laughing.

Kaminari immediately leaned over to look.

"No way."

"YES WAY." Mina grinned. "Think about it! Everyone keeps going to {user} whenever they need to talk, but there's no system. It's chaos."

Iida adjusted his glasses.

"While I acknowledge that our current arrangement is somewhat disorganized, I am not certain a scheduling system for emotional conversations is appropriate."

"Exactly!" Mina pointed at him. "That's why we need one!"

"That doesn't make sense."

"It makes perfect sense."

Kaminari was already invested.

"Wait, can I get Friday?"

"Why Friday?"

"I don't know. Friday feels emotionally appropriate."

Sero laughed. "You just want the weekend slot."

"Obviously."

Momo leaned over to examine the page.

"You've actually made a timetable."

"Of course I did."

There were names written into neat little boxes.

Midoriya.

Uraraka.

Iida.

Kirishima.

Kaminari.

Mina.

Momo.

Jiro.

Todoroki.

And the rest of the class.

She had even written EMERGENCY APPOINTMENTS along the bottom.

Tsuyu blinked at it.

"Did you really spend time making this, ribbit?"

"Yes."

"How long?"

Mina paused.

"...That's not important."

Jiro looked at the schedule again.

"You gave Bakugo two slots."

"Because he'll complain if he only gets one."

"I DON'T NEED TWO!"

Bakugo's voice came from the other side of the room.

Everyone looked over.

He had clearly been listening.

Mina immediately pointed at him.

"See? You already care about your appointment!"

"I care about shutting you up."

Kirishima laughed.

"Bro, just admit you want a slot."

"Shut up."

Todoroki studied the schedule.

"Why am I on Tuesday?"

"Because Tuesday needs emotional support."

"Okay."

Nobody questioned that answer.

At first, the entire thing remained a joke.

People started arguing over their assigned times. Kaminari attempted to trade with Sero. Iida objected to the lack of proper scheduling etiquette. Mina added a waiting list. Hagakure suggested color-coding it. Aoyama insisted that his appointments required "appropriate dramatic lighting."

Even Bakugo's name somehow remained on the schedule.

But then something strange happened.

People actually started using it.

Midoriya asked whether his time could be moved because he had something he wanted to talk about.

Momo suggested creating longer slots for conversations that might require more time.

Iida proposed having an actual system for emergency situations.

Jiro pointed out that not everyone would want to talk in front of the others.

Kirishima suggested that nobody should be pressured into taking a slot.

Tsuyu nodded in agreement.

And suddenly, Mina's ridiculous joke wasn't quite so ridiculous anymore.

The notebook was passed around the room.

People started adding their own names.

The schedule grew.

Then someone added a second page.

Then a third.

Eventually, there was even a section titled:

PEOPLE WHO CLAIM THEY DON'T NEED TO TALK TO {user} BUT PROBABLY DO

Bakugo immediately tore that page out.

"HEY!"

Mina lunged for it.

"BAKUGO!"

The room erupted into shouting and laughter.

For several minutes, it was nothing more than Class 1-A being Class 1-A.

But sitting underneath all the chaos was an uncomfortable truth everyone had gradually realized.

They really did rely on {user}.

Maybe a little too much.

And now there was an actual schedule sitting on the common-room table, covered in twenty different names.

What had started as Mina's joke had somehow become a perfectly organized system.

And, judging by the arguments already starting over who got the next available slot, nobody seemed interested in admitting how serious it had become.

Eventually, the noise in the common room began to settle.

The timetable was left sitting on the coffee table, surrounded by scattered pens, notebooks, and half-finished snacks. Mina was still proudly defending her scheduling system while Iida attempted to make several "necessary corrections."

Then the common-room door opened.

The conversation stopped.

One by one, twenty pairs of eyes turned toward the entrance.

{user} had arrived.

For a moment, nobody said anything.

The enormous timetable sat directly in the middle of the table.

Twenty names.

Assigned times.

A waiting list.

An emergency section.

And, in Mina's unmistakable handwriting at the top:

CLASS 1-A THERAPY SCHEDULE — DO NOT LOSE THIS.

Kaminari slowly looked at Mina.

Mina slowly looked at the timetable.

Jiro covered her face with one hand.

Iida suddenly became very interested in the ceiling.

Bakugo crossed his arms and looked away as if he had absolutely nothing to do with any of this.

Todoroki simply stared at the schedule.

The silence lasted several seconds.

Then Sero quietly muttered,

"...We're in trouble."

Aizawa had started noticing a pattern.

At first, it was small enough to ignore.

A student would mention that they needed to talk to {user}.

Then another.

Then another.

"Maybe ask {user}."

"I'll talk to {user} about it."

"{user} knows what to do."

It happened often enough that Aizawa eventually stopped pretending he hadn't noticed.

After class one afternoon, he watched as Midoriya lingered near the door, waiting for the others to leave. When Aizawa asked what he needed, Midoriya hesitated.

"It's nothing, really. I was just going to talk to {user}."

Aizawa's eyes narrowed.

"Why?"

Midoriya blinked.

"...Because they listen."

That answer stuck with him.

So, later that evening, Aizawa went looking for the rest of the class.

He found them gathered in the common room, exactly where he expected.

Mina was on the floor. Kaminari and Sero were arguing over something. Jiro was pretending not to listen. Iida was trying to restore order. Bakugo was loudly insisting that he wasn't involved in any of this.

And sitting on the table was a notebook.

Aizawa picked it up.

He stared at the title.

CLASS 1-A THERAPY SCHEDULE

Silence fell over the room.

Aizawa slowly looked at his students.

"...Explain."

Mina immediately pointed at everyone else.

"It wasn't supposed to become a real thing!"

"It was initially intended as a joke," Momo added.

"But then everyone started using it," Kirishima admitted.

"And apparently we needed one," Kaminari said.

Aizawa flipped through the pages.

Twenty names.

Time slots.

Emergency appointments.

A waiting list.

His expression became increasingly tired.

"You realize {user} isn't a therapist."

"We know," Jiro said.

"Do you?"

Nobody answered.

Aizawa closed the notebook.

"How often are you all going to {user}?"

There was another pause.

This one lasted longer.

Midoriya looked down.

"Pretty often."

Uraraka quietly nodded.

"They're just... easy to talk to."

"They don't judge," Kirishima added.

"They actually listen," Tsuyu said.

"They've helped a lot of us," Momo said.

Aizawa looked around the room.

He knew his students trusted each other. That wasn't the problem.

The problem was that somewhere along the way, they had started treating {user} like the person responsible for keeping everyone else together.

"Listen carefully."

The room went quiet.

"Supporting each other is good. Talking to someone you trust is good. But none of you should be treating one person like they're responsible for everyone's emotional problems."

Nobody joked this time.

Aizawa continued.

"{user} has their own life. Their own problems. Their own limits."

Mina's expression fell.

"I... didn't think about that."

"I know."

Aizawa glanced back at the notebook.

"Take the schedule down."

Mina hesitated before slowly picking it up.

"And if someone needs serious help, you come to me. Or another teacher. Or a professional who actually knows what they're doing."

Iida straightened immediately.

"Understood, Aizawa-sensei."

The others nodded.

Even Bakugo stayed quiet.

Aizawa left them with one final look.

"You're a class. Act like one. Look after each other."

Then he walked away.

The common room stayed unusually quiet after he left.

For once, nobody argued about who was getting the next appointment.

Nobody joked about the waiting list.

The notebook remained closed on the table.

And eventually, everyone understood what Aizawa had been trying to tell them.

They could rely on {user}.

But they shouldn't have to rely on {user} for everything.

---

Later that night, Aizawa found {user} alone.

He stopped outside the room for a moment before knocking.

Once.

He waited.

Then he spoke through the door.

"{user}. It's me."

There was a pause.

"I talked to the class."

His voice was quieter than usual.

"They told me what's been going on."

Aizawa leaned against the wall beside the door, arms folded.

"I know they care about you. And I know you care about them."

He paused.

"But somewhere along the way, you ended up carrying more than you should've."

His expression softened slightly.

"You don't have to keep doing that."

Another pause.

"I'm not asking you to stop being there for them. I'm telling you that you don't have to handle everything alone."

Aizawa looked toward the hallway.

"If you're overwhelmed, you can tell me."

His voice remained calm and matter-of-fact.

"No judgment. No lecture."

A small pause.

"And if you need someone to help you sort through things, I'll make sure you get that help."

He looked back toward the door.

"You spend a lot of time making sure everyone else is okay."

Aizawa's tone softened.

"Let someone return the favor."

He stayed where he was instead of walking away.

For once, there wasn't a classmate waiting outside {user}'s door asking for advice.

There wasn't a schedule.

There wasn't another problem that needed fixing.

There was only Aizawa, offering to listen.

And, for once, the person everyone usually relied on was being reminded that they were allowed to lean on someone else, too.

It started with something completely ordinary.

At least, it was supposed to.

Class 1-A had been gathered in the common room after training, still carrying the leftover energy from the afternoon. Kaminari and Sero were arguing over whose idea had caused the most trouble during training, Mina was laughing from the couch, and Iida was attempting to convince everyone that they should be discussing tomorrow's assignments instead.

Then Bakugo and Midoriya started arguing.

Nobody was particularly surprised.

What was unusual was how quickly everyone else got involved.

Midoriya insisted that Bakugo had ignored the team's strategy during training. Bakugo immediately fired back that Midoriya's strategy had been too complicated to begin with. Iida stepped in to point out that both of them had ignored the actual instructions, which somehow only made them argue louder.

Kirishima tried to calm Bakugo down.

Uraraka tried to explain Midoriya's side.

Sero made one comment that absolutely did not help.

Jiro told him to stop.

Mina started taking bets on how long it would take before someone threw a pillow.

Todoroki simply watched the argument with the same expression he used for almost everything.

"This is getting loud," he observed.

"THANK YOU, TODOROKI!" Iida shouted.

That should have been the end of it.

Instead, the argument spread.

Momo pointed out that the team's communication had been poor. Jiro agreed, but blamed Kaminari for getting distracted. Kaminari defended himself by pointing at Sero. Sero immediately blamed Mina. Mina protested that she had been following the plan perfectly.

Within minutes, Class 1-A had divided itself into several different arguments.

Then someone said the sentence that changed everything.

"Maybe we should ask {user}."

The room went quiet.

Everyone looked toward the direction of {user}.

Bakugo frowned.

"Why?"

"Because they actually listen to everyone," Uraraka explained.

"And they're usually good at figuring out what's actually going on," Kirishima added.

Iida adjusted his glasses.

"That is a reasonable suggestion."

Jiro stared at him.

"You're seriously agreeing?"

"I am."

"Of course you are."

One by one, the class began bringing their arguments to {user}.

Midoriya wanted his side heard.

Bakugo wanted everyone to understand why he thought Midoriya was wrong.

Iida wanted the discussion handled logically.

Momo wanted to identify where the strategy had failed.

Kaminari mostly wanted someone to confirm that he wasn't entirely at fault.

Mina wanted everyone to stop taking the argument so seriously.

Todoroki simply wanted to understand why everyone was yelling.

Even the quieter members of the class eventually joined in, offering their own observations from the sidelines.

The common room became less like a dorm and more like a courtroom.

Everyone had a case.

Everyone had evidence.

Everyone was convinced they were right.

And somehow, everyone expected {user} to settle it.

Aizawa wasn't there.

That was probably the most important part.

Usually, one of them would eventually give up and go find their teacher. But this time, nobody even considered it.

They had decided that {user} was the mediator.

The problem was that there were twenty different opinions in the room, and absolutely none of them were willing to back down.

Bakugo crossed his arms.

"Well? They're all waiting."

Midoriya looked toward {user}.

"So... what do you think?"

The entire room went quiet.

Twenty pairs of eyes turned toward {user}.

For once, Class 1-A had managed to agree on something.

They wanted {user} to settle the argument.

The common room had never felt this quiet before.

Class 1-A was together again, scattered across the couches and chairs of the dorm after everything that had happened. There were no training exercises tonight. No homework being argued over. No Kaminari and Sero competing to see who could annoy Jiro first. No Mina dragging everyone into some ridiculous activity.

Just silence.

The war was over.

That should have made things easier.

Instead, it seemed to have left everyone with far too much to think about.

At first, nobody knew what to say.

Then Uraraka quietly started talking.

She spoke about the things she had seen, the people she had worried about, and how strange it felt to finally be somewhere safe again. Her voice occasionally faltered, but nobody interrupted her.

Midoriya followed after her.

Then Iida.

Then Kirishima.

One by one, the others began opening up.

Kaminari admitted that there were moments when he still expected something terrible to happen whenever things became too quiet. Jiro talked about how difficult it was to process everything now that there was finally time to think. Momo spoke carefully about the responsibility she had felt during the fighting, and how different everything seemed now that she wasn't constantly focused on what needed to happen next.

Tokoyami was quieter than most, but even he eventually spoke about the weight of everything they had witnessed.

Tsuyu listened to everyone, occasionally adding a few calm words of her own.

Shoji didn't say much, but when he did, the room listened.

Even Bakugo stayed.

He didn't offer much at first.

But he didn't leave either.

That alone said enough.

The conversation continued for what felt like hours.

There were memories nobody had talked about yet. Fears that had been pushed aside because there had always been something more urgent to deal with. Things they had seen happen to friends. Things they had nearly lost. Questions about what came next.

And throughout all of it, everyone kept turning toward {user}.

Not because they were trying to ignore anyone else's feelings.

Quite the opposite.

They trusted {user}.

They knew {user} would listen.

They knew {user} wouldn't make them feel strange for admitting that they were scared, angry, confused, relieved, or simply exhausted.

So whenever someone finished talking, they instinctively looked toward {user}.

Waiting.

Sometimes they asked what {user} thought.

Sometimes they simply waited for reassurance.

And, without anyone really noticing, the pattern repeated itself.

Midoriya finished explaining something and looked toward {user}.

Uraraka did the same.

Then Kirishima.

Then Kaminari.

Then Jiro.

Even Bakugo occasionally glanced in their direction whenever the conversation became too personal.

Nobody meant anything by it.

They weren't trying to make {user} responsible for them.

They simply trusted them so much that they had become used to turning toward them whenever something felt difficult.

The person who listened.

The person who stayed calm.

The person who helped them put their thoughts into words.

The person who somehow always seemed to know what to say.

The irony was that almost nobody had stopped to consider what the war had been like for {user}.

Not because they didn't care.

They simply hadn't thought about it.

They had spent so much time telling {user} what they had seen, what they had felt, what they were afraid of, and what they couldn't stop thinking about that they had unconsciously forgotten to ask the same questions in return.

Eventually, Mina gave a small, tired laugh.

"I swear, talking to you always makes things feel a little less awful."

A few people nodded.

"Yeah," Kirishima agreed. "It's nice having someone who gets it."

"I'm really glad you're here," Uraraka added softly.

Midoriya looked toward {user}.

"Do you think we'll eventually feel normal again?"

The question hung in the air.

Nobody answered it.

Instead, everyone looked toward {user}.

Twenty people.

Twenty different reasons for being there.

Twenty different things they were carrying.

And, without realizing it, they had once again made {user} the person expected to hold the conversation together.

The room fell completely silent.

Everyone was waiting for {user}'s response.

At first, nobody thought anything of it.

{user} had seemed a little more tired lately.

A little quieter.

A little less patient.

When Kaminari interrupted them one afternoon, {user}'s response had been sharper than usual. When Mina asked for advice later that evening, the answer had been brief. When Midoriya started overthinking something and came looking for reassurance, {user} had listened, but there had been a noticeable edge to every response.

Nobody took it personally.

Everyone had bad days.

Besides, {user} was still there.

That was what mattered.

The next day, it happened again.

Iida had asked for help settling an argument. Jiro had wanted to vent. Kirishima had needed someone to talk to after training. Mina had dropped onto the couch beside {user} and started rambling about something that had been bothering her.

One conversation became two.

Two became four.

By the end of the day, {user} was noticeably more irritable.

"Sorry," Kaminari had said after getting a particularly short response.

"It's fine."

The words weren't exactly convincing.

Still, nobody pushed.

The following day, things got worse.

Class 1-A had grown accustomed to finding {user} whenever something was bothering them. They would sit beside them, talk, complain, ask questions, or simply stay nearby until they felt better.

Usually, {user} made room for them.

Lately, that patience was disappearing.

A conversation that normally would've lasted twenty minutes was cut down to five.

A joke that would've earned a laugh only earned an exhausted look.

A question was answered with another question.

"Can't you ask someone else?"

It was the first time anyone really noticed.

Mina blinked.

"Uh... sure."

She left.

Nobody mentioned it afterward.

But the next morning, Mina told Jiro that something seemed wrong.

Jiro had noticed too.

So had Midoriya.

So had Uraraka.

So had practically everyone.

They just couldn't agree on what to do about it.

Because every time someone brought up {user}, the same argument came up.

"Maybe we should give them some space."

"Yeah, but what if they're upset about something?"

"Maybe we should ask."

"That might make it worse."

And, inevitably, someone would say:

"They'll tell us if something's wrong."

That assumption kept everyone from looking any closer.

Days passed.

{user} became snappier.

Not cruel.

Not intentionally.

Just exhausted.

There was less patience in their voice. Less energy. Less willingness to sit through another long conversation.

They started leaving common-room gatherings earlier.

They stopped responding to every message.

They occasionally disappeared for hours just to get away from everyone.

But whenever someone genuinely needed them, they still showed up.

That was the problem.

Everyone noticed that {user} was getting increasingly frustrated, but because they still kept helping, nobody realized how close they were to their limit.

Then came today.

It had already been a long day before anyone even approached {user}.

One person wanted advice.

Another wanted to vent.

Someone else needed help settling an argument.

Then another person arrived.

And another.

By evening, the common room was full.

Class 1-A had somehow ended up gathered together again, talking over one another about everything that had been happening lately.

Mina was complaining about something.

Kaminari was trying to get someone's opinion.

Midoriya was overthinking.

Iida was attempting to organize everyone.

Jiro was telling them all to calm down.

Bakugo was irritated by the noise.

And, almost automatically, everyone's attention eventually shifted toward {user}.

"Okay, so what do you think?"

"Can you help us figure this out?"

"Do you think I'm being unreasonable?"

"Wait, I wanted to ask you something too."

"Actually, there's something I've been meaning to talk about—"

The voices began overlapping.

Nobody was trying to overwhelm {user}.

Nobody was trying to be inconsiderate.

They were simply doing what they had done dozens of times before.

Turning toward the person they trusted.

The person who listened.

The person who always made room for them.

The person who had spent so long helping everyone else that they'd forgotten to ask whether {user} had anything left to give.

Another question came from across the room.

Then another.

Someone interrupted.

Someone else started talking.

The noise kept building.

And finally, the room went quiet when everyone noticed that {user} wasn't answering.

Twenty faces turned toward them.

Confused.

Concerned.

Waiting.

For once, nobody knew what to say.

And for the first time, Class 1-A was forced to notice just how exhausted {user} actually looked.

Mina opened her mouth.

"Hey... are you okay?"

The question hung there.

Everyone waited.

And whatever {user} had been holding back for the past several days was finally at the breaking point.

It started so gradually that nobody noticed.

At first, {user} was only a little more tired than usual. They still showed up when someone needed to talk, still listened to everyone's problems, still sat through the endless arguments and complaints that had somehow become a normal part of life in Class 1-A. If anything, the changes were small enough to disappear beneath the usual dorm chaos.

Nobody questioned it when {user} answered a little more shortly than usual. Nobody thought twice when they left the common room earlier than everyone else. If Kaminari made a joke that normally would've earned a laugh and only got a tired response, he simply moved on to the next joke. If Mina noticed {user} seemed distracted, she assumed they had something else on their mind.

There was always something else going on.

And, besides, {user} was still there.

That was all anyone really cared about.

Over the next few days, the little changes continued. {user} became more easily irritated, but never enough for anyone to think it was serious. They started giving shorter answers when someone came to vent, sometimes barely saying anything at all. They stopped lingering in the common room after everyone else had gone to bed. Messages that once received immediate responses sometimes sat unanswered for hours.

Nobody took it personally.

If anything, the class simply assumed {user} was busy.

Then the routine continued.

Midoriya would find {user} when he had something he couldn't stop overthinking. Uraraka would come by when she needed someone to listen. Kirishima would talk about whatever was bothering him. Jiro would occasionally sit nearby and vent about something without even realizing how much time had passed. Kaminari would complain about something ridiculous, Mina would bring up whatever drama was happening that week, and Iida would inevitably ask for advice whenever the class got into another disagreement.

And {user} kept listening.

Every time.

Even when they were tired.

Even when they clearly had other things to do.

Even when they had already spent most of the day listening to someone else.

The class never questioned it because this had become normal.

{user} was simply the person everyone went to.

There was no cruelty behind it. Nobody was deliberately taking advantage of them. They weren't demanding attention or expecting {user} to solve everything. They genuinely trusted them, and over time that trust had quietly turned into a habit.

If someone was upset, they went to {user}.

If someone was angry, they went to {user}.

If someone didn't know what to do, they went to {user}.

If two people were arguing, they went to {user}.

And if someone had already talked to {user} that day, it didn't occur to them that they might be adding to an already exhausting list.

The days continued like that.

{user} became snappier.

The class simply became better at talking over it.

A sharp response was brushed off as tiredness. A frustrated sigh disappeared beneath a louder conversation. A visibly exhausted expression was mistaken for concentration. When {user} occasionally sounded irritated, someone would laugh and make a joke about them finally losing their patience with Class 1-A.

Everyone laughed.

Nobody noticed that the jokes weren't funny anymore.

Nobody noticed that {user} had started avoiding the common room whenever they could.

Nobody noticed how often they were choosing silence over another conversation.

Nobody noticed because nobody was looking for it.

They had gotten too used to {user} being okay.

Or, more accurately, they had gotten too used to {user} being the person who made everyone else okay.

Then came one particularly exhausting evening.

The class had gathered in the common room after dinner, and the usual noise had returned. Kaminari and Sero were arguing over something pointless. Mina was talking animatedly about something that had happened earlier. Iida was trying to get everyone to focus on tomorrow's schedule, while Jiro repeatedly told him that nobody wanted to hear about schedules after dinner.

Midoriya was quietly talking with Uraraka.

Kirishima was listening to someone else.

Momo was helping with a problem.

Todoroki was sitting nearby, quietly observing the chaos.

It was completely ordinary.

And, as usual, eventually someone needed {user}.

Then someone else did.

Then another person remembered something they'd wanted to ask.

One conversation became several.

Questions started coming from different directions, overlapping before the previous one had even finished.

"{user}, can I ask you something?"

"Actually, I needed your opinion about something too."

"Wait, before that, can you help me with—"

"I've been meaning to talk to you about something."

"Could you settle something for us?"

Nobody thought anything of it.

Nobody saw the exhaustion behind {user}'s expression.

Nobody noticed how long they had been doing this.

Nobody stopped to wonder whether {user} had anything they needed to say.

They were simply doing what they had always done.

Talking.

Asking.

Venting.

Relying on the person they trusted.

The noise continued to build, with everyone talking over everyone else and barely giving {user} a chance to respond.

And then someone asked another question.

Something completely ordinary.

Something that, under normal circumstances, wouldn't have meant anything at all.

But after days of being pushed further and further past their limit, it was simply the final straw.

The room went silent as {user} finally snapped.

Every conversation stopped.

Every head turned.

And for the first time, Class 1-A was forced to hear everything they had been completely oblivious to.

The room remained silent.

Nobody interrupted.

Nobody knew what to say.

For once, they were all listening to {user}.