"So, basically, Shigaraki sent the two of you," Overhaul said, sizing them up.

"Yup," Izuku said stiffly, "You still owe us an arm and a really good friend."

"Oh that man?" Overhaul said, as if he was talking about the weather.

"Big sister Maggie," Toga corrected, looking furious.

"Of course, of course. I hope I will be able to make up to it," he said, "Now if you don't mind telling me your Quirks?"

Izuku's eyes narrowed and went to the man behind Overhaul who was dressed in a black plague doctor costume.

"Why of course," he spoke pleasantly, "I can destroy others' Quirks. I am sure you already know about that. It doesn't work on heteromorphic types, but it works on the rest. Kind of like Eraserhead's, but they are gone forever. No rewind, nothing."

He noticed the subtle twitch in the other man's eyes.

Toga carried along with his acting. He had blatantly lied about the limitations. If he used it on heteromorphic types, they either died or reverted back to complete human. In his experience, it was mostly the former.

"I can change shape by drinking the blood of others, meaning I can shift into whoever I wish to by consuming their blood. The more blood I drink, the lesser time I can keep that form. It's incredibly weird, but I cannot choose my Quirk, now can I?"

She couldn't resist baring her teeth.

Overhaul's eyes narrowed.

Izuku smiled pleasantly at him, purposefully fiddling with his hands.

"Alright, you are in."

"Thanks for the warm welcome," Izuku said, tartly, striding out with Toga before the members could think of using their Quirk to reveal the lies. He made it believable enough, and Overhaul didn't suspect anything.

"I didn't say that I am offering you all full reign over this place," Overhaul's voice sounded from behind them.

"I know, but this living room is too dusty for my liking," Izuku said, cheerfully waving at him.

Overhaul's eyes narrowed but he didn't say anything else. Toga leant against the wall, clipping her nails with a knife. They would annoy him as much as they could before finishing the task. He shot a quick text to the rest of the members, informing them of the developments.

Tomura had been surprisingly docile about the entire matter, which was beginning to make Izuku worry even more than his fits.

"It's great to see so much of development in such a short while," All Might spoke cheerfully as Bakugo landed in front of him, using One For All at 3% without harming his body.

"I had help," he said tartly. All Might laughed and disappeared into the teachers' lounge. Bakugo whipped around and punched the tree in frustration. It got split into two halves, creating a loud noise.

"Rest In Peace dear tree, you shall be remembered."

Somehow Shinso had popped up with Smoothie on a cycle.

"Cause of death: Angry Pomerian's rage fist."

Bakugo gave him a death glare.

"You might be on the receiving end of it if you keep this up."

"Keep what up?"

Another glare.

"Aww, you look cuter when you aren't this angry, though."

Bakugo flushed. "The hell?" he swore, rubbing his face.

Shinso wasn't looking, he was parking the cycle. Smoothie jumped up on his shoulder, clawing at his shirt, ripping a yelp from the boy. He extracted her off him and held her at arm's length. She gave him a sullen look.

"No, Smoothie, my shoulders aren't for clawing, if you want to claw at something, tree barks exist."

Smoothie gave a sullen meaw but quietened down enough for him to carry her.

Bakugo slapped the fond smile off his face. That was the last thing he needed right now. Even if he was somewhere, consorting with the villains, he managed to see completely through him. He needed medical treatment for this.

Still as he looked at the laughing boy with the cat, he couldn't help think that it was kinda justified.

"You are taking Smoothie out tomorrow," Shinso declared, "Let her have something else to claw on."

"I sincerely got my arms ruined thrice in the last two weeks," Bakugo began.

"Oooooooooooh, are you giving up?"

"No—, you know what, I am taking her out everyday from now on. I will show you how it's done."

Shinso began laughing. Smoothie jumped up from his lap and again climbed onto his shoulder, sinking her claws into the fabric, but thankfully not the skin.

"I still think that you should have been the Cat Hero," Bakugo said dubiously watching Shinso scratch the cat ruining his shirt.

Shinso snorted.

"I don't need a moniker to save cats. They are, like half the reason to live."

"I see," Bakugo reached out to pet Smoothie, "And the other half?"

"Idk, probably the goal to become a hero."

"Ah."

Shinso raised an eyebrow.

"You okay? You have been suspiciously quiet since the kidnapping."

"Yeah, I am, why shouldn't I be—"

"First off, that's a really horrible lie. I did take a course in psychology as part of my Quirk training, you know."

"Oh, that's fantastic."

"Answer the question."

Bakugo sighed and took Smoothie off Shinso's shoulder. She did not seem to mind being nested in his arms, in fact she looked pretty content.

"Smoothie likes you better," Shinso said indignantly, "I have been betrayed by my own cat."

"Well, well, if it isn't Class 1-A."

Somehow Monoma had popped up. Shinso cocked his head, pretending to be oblivious to the sneer in his tone. He remembered Bakugo's words from the summer camp.

Bakugo remembered them too, and suddenly felt like smacking Monoma off the planet.

/What? It's obvious that Monoma has a crush on you./

"Oh right, I need to return the Tintin comics," Shinso said, remembering, "Wait, let me fetch them. Bakugo, please be a good boy and hold Smoothie for me. And don't kill each other."

"Do I lOoK lIkE a cAt?"

Shinso was already out of earshot when he said that.

Monoma looked disbelievingly at Shinso's retreating figure.

"If you sincerely want to start a conversation with someone, there are better ways than to start it with an insult," Bakugo shot at him.

"Oh look, now we have Mr. Hypocrite giving me knowledge on social skills," Monoma shot back.

"Excuse me?" Bakugo hissed. If he hadn't been holding the cat he would have strangled Monoma. He seemed to realise that too and smirked. Bakugo felt his blood boil.

They were saved from ripping each other's guts out by Shinso who dropped in, carrying all 24 of the comics.

"Thanks for lending them, Monoma," he said, handing them over.

"No problem," the other boy spoke, still glaring at Bakugo, "I'll be off then. See you later, 1-A."

With that he took off before Kendou came running, throwing an apologetic look at them before going towards his direction.

Night was almost on them and they started making their way back towards the dorm building before Iida came and shouted at them.

Kaminari sighed dreamily as Kirishima patted him.

"Don't worry bro, there are many other fishes in the sea."

"Heart's been broken so many times, I BELIEEVEEEEE." 

A/N: I think I found the idea of "Cursed with Shonen luck" too hilarious for Shinso.