i'm plain; i don't astound

actually mike’s was 11ths

“...You know why Toby’s overweight, don’tcha?”

Mike was carrying the massive Mastiff as he were a really, really big baby, bouncing him around a bit as he tested his weight.

“It’s cause you keep sneaking him treats when I’m not looking. Uh huh. Yeah. I know, Ash. I know.” He said, letting out a small groan as he shifted, setting the dog back down as he leaned against the wall, giving her a dramatic glare.

“You know what we do with puppy fatteners, Ash, d’ya know?”

Oh. She was lost.

She had been told that the 1-A dorms were just through the gate and make a left (or was it a right? Oh dear.)

She had just kept walking, and now, she was in front of a bunch of buildings that looked like dorms, but they all had threes, not ones. 3-A, 3-B, 3-C...

God. The first year dorms were probably well on the other side of campus...

Which way did she come from?

Shifting on the balls of her feet, she looked around, letting out a small sigh of relief at a vaguely familiar face.

UA was a big school, and Nedzu was a tiny principal.

Because of that, when all the students were in class, and he had somewhere he needed to get, he would limb into his little electric “All Might” jeep, and drive himself to wherever it was he needed to go.

Which was what he was doing today (on the turtle setting, because everyone knew the rabbit setting was much too fast for school), coasting down the halls at a very nice, moderate pace, when the whole thing started to stall.

“Oh, dear.” Nedzu pouted, trying to start the engine, only for it to give a sad sound. He climbed out, opening the plastic hood, and tsking. “Just as I suspected. I forgot to charge the batteries last night.” He turned, looking down the long hallway. This was much too far for a tiny mammal such as himself to walk. “I suppose I’m stuck here.”

Or, that’s what he thought, until he saw him rounding the corner. Yes! A savior!

hello

He froze at the hand on his back, turning his head and glancing behind him, a small sigh of relief coming from him once he realized it was just Mirio.

Oh. Wait. It was Mirio.

Tamaki turned to face him, noting the sad look on his face as he reached out to take Mirio’s still outstretched hand in his, a sunflower sprouting from his hand. He pulled it off, flinching only slightly as he set it in Mirio’s hand, tilting it so it was facing Mirio’s body.

“...y’know why they’re...called sunflowers.” He whispered, staring at the sunflower, his hand coming out to fiddle with the petals, before slowly pushing Mirio’s fingers shut around the stem. “...T-They, um, face...toward the sun.”

God, that was cheesy. Your pep talks could use work, Amajiki.

“...I thought you were amazing before we became the Big Three. Before you even had any control over your quirk.” He said mumbled, scratching the back of his head. “And I’ll...still think you’re amazing long after that.” He swallowed hard, pulling his hands back, suddenly worried that maybe his hands were sweating too much.