#sugarman!

Uh... I don't really have an alliance with 1-B, except for Monoma. But, for cake???

Uh... Not so good :(

Aizawa-sensei is just,,, unresponsive.

Bake together?

Ok, so, I remember that once, my mom had pretty heavy health problems, due to some lung disease that I don’t know, and my dad was a real gentleman to her, he helped her up when she had troubles with the kitchen, heck, even our poor family diner needed help. You know what he did? He left his job. Really. He left his only job to maintain a family dream for all of us.

It stood out to me when people speak about heroes, I always think about Pops.

Satou woke up.

Drenched in sweat, and sorrounded by nightmares of kitties chasing burrito-covered hot dogs, he bundled up against the wall of his room.

It was cold in that night, specifically. He shivered, grabbing more blanket space and hogging it from Tokoyami. Sorry, but it was for a good cause.

He grabbed his phone, which was vibrating.

Satou opened the message inbox. Only a number appeared, and it was an unknown one.

Part of him made him doubt opening the message, as it could contain something bad, like porn. But, if he didn't open it, curiosity would eat him, like Pac-Man in its labyrinth.

Tokoyami groaned, awake by the cold. His voice is thin, low. He sat on the bed, next to his classmate.

"Satou. I do hope that this emergency is worth robbing my sleep."

"Shh... Look for your phone. There's something important."

"But it's 1 in the morning..."

"Just look for it! You really need to see this."

He looked at Satou, frowning. If it was worth it or not, he would see for himself. However, the message was something... PERFECT for both of them.

Grabbing his phone, Tokoyami stared at the screen, and he saw that a new notification appeared.

"Did you see it?"

"Satou, this matter is trivial. Why would I bothe-"

"No! It's important! Look. There's a video. You should play it. Your phone has better audio."

"It could be spam, for all that we know..."

"Yeah, but it couldn't be! You play it while we snuggle, okay?"

Tokoyami sighed.

He allowed himself to lean on his chest with Satou's hug. As the two of them prepared to watch the video.

(Which, in the narrator's viewpoint, is stupid. But Satou wasn't exactly the smartest person.)

Oh no.

No. No no no no.

Satou stayed still, replaying the scenes in his head. His eyes moved, lost. Lights on, nobody home.

Uh... Hey guys!! Wanted to be popular and stuff with this blog, my friends did it so now I will!

So... uh,, hello! Name’s Satou and I will answer your questions! Anything goes.