#pboperation

Hot days weren’t exactly rare, they came and went, leaving behind sweat-slick skin and hair uncomfortably stuck to it, nights becoming a little less restful and a just a little longer. This, however, had waves lifting off the patches of the common room’s tiles that were lit by the scorching sun, rendering some of the most promising heroes in training useless as they sprawled across the floors in search of the increasingly rare cool surfaces. Most of Class A was in the common room, being that it was a weekend and it was their day off. Usually this would be a time that some of them would use for studying, however, with temperatures like these, their brains were busier trying not to cook inside their skulls rather than thinking about how in hell you’re supposed to find ‘x’. Especially when the AC seemed to have been broken since the beginning of the semester and no one made any move to fix it.

Kirishima had taken to lying face down on the floor shirtless, hoping that his body heat would somehow conduct into it instead of the other way around, only to be thwarted by the Zeroth Law of Thermodynamics. Kaminari had to be dragged away from the open fridge a few times by Iida, who insisted that such shameless waste of energy was unbecoming of a hero in training and that it was their duty to protect the planet as well as people.

Meanwhile, Kacchan was off to a corner pretending not to be sweating buckets or even remotely affected by the unbearable heat while Tokoyami was simply melting into a puddle of bird in the darkest place he could find. Most of the others were gathered around all the fans Yaoyorozu had created to plug into all the available outlets in the room, their moans barely audible over the continuous rattling. Still, it wasn’t nearly enough. Izuku groaned, feeling the sweat running down his back under the thinnest tank-top he could find that morning and the shortest shorts he was willing to wear in public.

The only person who seemed to have no trouble whatsoever, was the one and only Todoroki Shouto, sitting majestically and completely undisturbed in his temperature regulating glory with a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt. Everyone eyed him with ill-disguised jealousy as he lounged on one of the couches no one dared to go near, because as Ashido put it, ‘oh god it’s too hot for any kind of fabric to touch my body’. He was reading some book for their Literature class that no one else had the energy to even look at, let alone pick up and focus on.

Izuku had half a mind to go up to Todoroki and ask him to lend him his right side for just a moment, the blistering heat having reduced his brain to such base instincts. Luckily, he still had a sliver of a relatively conscious conscience that told him that was a terrible idea. As much as their friendship had deepened in the past year or so, he knew better than to objectify Todoroki like that. Endeavor already treated him like a possession more than a son and asking to use him for his quirk was really not going to help with that particular situation. Still, that little part of his brain that was slowly turning into mush was growing increasingly powerful, the last remnants of Izuku's willpower barely able to pummel it back down into non-existence. That, in turn, left only enough of his reason to remain upright and not literally flop onto the ground and become the human equivalent to a dried-out slug.

It was by the sixth time Iida caught Kaminari sneaking up to the refrigerator that the blonde spotted Ashido with her head under the open tap in the kitchen sink and was halfway through a complaint that she was being just as wasteful that an idea suddenly popped into his head. He stopped mid-sentence with a squeal, squirming out of the class president’s grasp and running to where the others were passively accepting their fate of becoming a hefty serving of roasted heroes. They stared at him in exhausted disbelief as he made his way towards Yaoyorozu with a huge grin that had no right being on anyone’s face at that moment. When he grabbed her arms, her face contorted into a disgruntled grimace, no doubt the sticky contact more than unwanted.

“Yao-momo! Make water guns! Now!” Kaminari’s excited bounce almost took away from the downright demand that his tone implied. He sighed at the blank stare in Yaoyorozu's eyes, at the silent 'what' on her lips, before continuing. “Seriously, think about it! What’s better than spending a hot afternoon having a water fight?” Her mouth hung open and he took his chance in that moment. “That’s right, nothing! Come on, please?”

Izuku, who just so happened to be hogging the fan nearest to the two, blinked at his classmate with an equal amount of disbelief to Yaoyorozu’s but then Ashido, Kirishima, Hagakure, Sero and, unsurprisingly, Mineta joined in the begging.

“Guys, is this really a good idea? I feel like we could get in trouble somehow…” Izuku supplied, trying to be the voice of reason, his eyes looking to Iida to back him. To his horror, Iida simply nodded.

“Actually, I think this could be a good exercise for our training. We could divide into teams, it would be a wonderful opportunity to not only improve our teamwork but our strategic planning as well.” Iida reasoned, his usual stiff hand gestures colouring his speech in a somewhat comedic light.

“What?” Izuku gaped, all the disastrous scenarios playing like a movie at 4 times the normal speed before his eyes. "You can't be serious!"

The last time they’d started an ‘innocent’ pillow fight, Kacchan had blown a hole into one of the walls. This couldn’t possibly end well and here Iida was, agreeing with the lunatics that started most of the events that ended up with them cleaning the campus for a week more often than not.

“I agree with Iida-chan. This could be a great way to improve our skills as heroes. Besides, I’m drying out and some water would be more than welcome.” Asui added to the discussion, much to Kaminari’s glee and Izuku’s horror.

“Surely, you can’t be thinking of playing along with this.” Izuku turned to Yaoyorozu with his last shred of hope, seeing as if she didn’t make the water guns they needed, this ludicrous idea wouldn’t leave the common room.