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Eijirou isn't quite sure what to make of this.
Now- he's not surprised that there is now a self-announced prank squad- really, he's not surprised that the new prank squad has pulled off a prank during homeroom. Eijirou- and several of his other classmates, he's sure- thinks it's about time that it's happened. They've been in school for what- two, three months now? It's kind of a miracle that there hasn't been a prank squad since then. Must be the classwork keeping them busy.
No, what Eijirou's surprised about is who the prank squad is made up of .
Monday morning, Eijirou walks into the U.A. building with hands in his pockets and unaware of the current confusion awaiting him. Bakugou and Kaminari walk- or in Bakugou’s case, stomp- to Class 1-A’s room beside him, arguing over... something. Eijirou isn't sure he wants to know when he catches the phrases 'just a fucking dick' and 'maybe he has a fiery penis'. He'll just... leave them to talk about it.
It’s almost a relief when they get to the room and their weird ass conversation ceases, but only to be replaced with the current cause of Eijirou’s confusion.
The classroom looks normal enough, he guesses. The desks are all there, lined up the way they’re supposed to be, the lectern Aizawa-sensei sometimes uses still has the papers from the day before in a neat stack at the top. Two of Eijirou’s classmates sit at desks, big grins on their face as they take in their confused expressions. It’s not exactly different , really.
There’s just one problem, though.
Midoriya- surprising thing number two- grins at them from the ceiling, getting up from his seat and waving at them. Uraraka- surprising thing number three - waves from her seat, her hair falling towards the ground. “Hi guys! How was your weekend?”
The room is fucking upside down.
Kaminari gapes at them, horrified. Bakugou looks like he’s about to erupt into a fit of confused rage, and Eijirou just. Stares. His facial expression and shock must be amusing, however, as Midoriya and Uraraka’s grins get wider. If that’s possible, that is. Right now it looks like both of their faces are tearing themselves in half.
Before Eijirou can ask why, god, why , someone clears their throat behind him and he comes face to face with one, stunningly neutral, Todoroki Shouto. Todoroki takes one look inside, and walks right on in, as if his classmates aren’t dangling in the air upside down, grinning like lunatics.
When Todoroki walks in, Uraraka looks at him curiously as he walks right towards her, but her eyes light up in understanding when he reaches out a hand to her. She highfives it, and suddenly Todoroki’s floating, up up up- and yep, this is surprising thing number four . Todoroki then pushes himself off from laying spread eagle on the ceiling, and finds his way into a desk next to the other two pranksters.
Behold, Class 1-A’s new surprising twist of a prank squad .
Todoroki, after bewildering them all further , then raises an eyebrow at them.
“Aren’t you all going to come in and sit down? Class should be starting in a few minutes, you know. You might get in trouble.”
Kaminari just keeps gaping and tiny explosions start to go off, courtesy of Bakugou. Eijirou is also sure he hears a small, slight strangled scream of frustration, but he’s not sure. He’s more focused on trying to find the words to speak, but all he can come up with is a chorus of why, why, why .
More of their classmates arrive before he can find the words, and before long there’s ‘what the fuck’s and ‘what’s going on- oh my’s joining them, and Iida’s shouts of ‘this is not proper classroom etiquette!’ reach Eijirou’s ears. Ashido actually laughs . “Oh wow .”
Half the class gathers around the doorway before Eijirou manages to speak up. “So, uh… why, why exactly are you all on the ceiling?”
He doesn’t really get an answer to that.
“What on earth makes you say we’re on the ceiling?” Uraraka inquires. Her grin ruins the effect of it, though.
"Well, one person's ceiling is another person's floor, Uraraka," says Midoriya, his hair hanging, as if reaching to touch the ground. He grins at Eijirou as if he's not standing on the ceiling.
"Be considerate of it, if you’re just going to continue standing there, please," Todoroki adds in, his face in a neutral expression as always. He pulls out one of his books and opens it. if Eijirou hadn't been looking for it- looking for a sign that this was all a joke- he would have missed the glint of mischievousness in Todoroki’s eye. "If you get dirt on it, it might fall into my eye and that would be a pain to get out.."
More miniature explosions go off beside him and Bakugou's eye starts to twitch violently. Eijirou can practically hear his screams of rage already, even if Bakugou hasn't made a peep so far.
“ What ,” Bakugou growls, “the fuck is this ?”
Eijirou doesn't know what to make of this.
“What are you all standing around the door for?” Comes Aizawa-sensei’s voice from the other end of the crowd, and Eijirou wonders how he’ll react when he sees this. “Go sit at your desks- all of you. Or at least move out of the way.”
Wordlessly, the class parts into a path into the room, all watching Aizawa for a reaction. Their teacher steps in, and stops in his tracks.
Todoroki looks up from his book and waves. Midoriya’s shoulders are shaking with suppressed laughter and Eijirou catches Uraraka pinching herself trying to do the same.
Aizawa stares the the three, his face not giving away a single thing he’s feeling.
And then he walks right back out.
Eijirou doesn’t know whether or not to laugh at the sight, or worry about their teacher just walking out, leaving the class unattended. A snort escapes Midoriya and Uraraka is snickering.
“So….,” someone pipes up from in the crowd. When Eijirou looks around to the source, Jirou is blinking back at everyone. “What now?”
Uraraka, still snickering a little, holds out a hand. “Join us?”
Unfortunately for Aizawa, when he returns, the entire class is on the ceiling when he gets back, sitting with grins. A few wave at him, but most are snickering behind their hands. Aizawa sighs.
He’s not getting paid enough for this.