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“What? Bro! Nooo, I wanted to sit next to Kacchan!” Kaminari whined with a comically aghast face. Bakugo glowered as the only available space in the booth across the table was filled by the stoic Todoroki. Kaminari was pulled into the chair to Kirishima’s right by Shinso, who took his place next to Kaminari.
As part of “class bonding” every Sunday night, Aizawa or All Might would chaperone a trip to a restaurant of choice for whoever wanted to come. That night, most of the class had agreed on the popular American chain: Olive Garden. They got two tables in the back corner of the restaurant (smart considering the rowdiness of that many teenagers in one place) for 15 people. One side and one head of the table were chairs while the opposing wall was a booth wrapping along the corner and connecting to the other head of the second table. Above the booth was a long pony-wall opening with glass on the top third. It exposed another section of the restaurant filled with empty tables and a sizeable rack of fancy wines and illuminated glass cabinets. The doorway to this section was right behind Aizawa’s chair: The chair he had yet to sit in due to his herding of his kids through the twists and turns of following the hostess that guided them by speedwalking (much faster than Iida could comfortably follow without jogging.)
“Ochako!” Mina shouted as she slipped through the spaces between the two tables. She bounced down on the booth cushion filling the space along the first table; but patted the space next to her, inviting her friend to be sandwiched between her and her crush. Ochako took her place on the edge of the second table happily.
“How many baskets do you think we’ll go through before anything else gets brought out?” Jirou nodded to the waiter carrying three baskets of the signature breadsticks.
“Definitely more than the measly three they have offered us.” Tokoyami slumped into the rounded corner of the booth and Jirou followed sitting in the booth but at the head of the table to get the best angle of the chaos that will develop.
Opposite her was Aizawa, who gripped the back of his chair, desperately trying to mediate Bakugo and Todoroki- who needed only 30 seconds of proximity to start bickering.
“Honestly,” Tsu’s voice sounded from Tokoyami’s right, “I’ll bet 10 bucks Midoriya manages to eat a whole basket himself.”
“I don’t eat that much!” Midoriya attempted to refute from right next to her, but everyone who heard could only hold in their laughter at his delusional denial.
“Seriously relax! He probably didn’t even notice you were there he just wanted to be next to Aizawa right?” Sero’s voice cut through all the various conversations and he frantically motioned to try to grab Bakugo’s attention from the rampage he was inches away from. He had one hand on Todoroki’s shoulder and the other pointing to their teacher- who was already pressing his fingers on his temples with a grimace.
“That’s true actually, I don’t care for your presence at all.” Todoroki said, in an attempt to come off as indifferent about the seating situation, but failing miserably. Sero let his head fall into his palms.
“You think you’re better than me IcyHot asshole?!” Bakugo jolted forward across the table and slammed his hands down, making the silverware and plates clatter lightly. Unison groans and sighs escaped from the observing attendees.
Kirishima firmly, but kindly, pushed Bakugo back into his seat by the shoulder and clarified Todoroki’s intentions. Bakugo huffed and shoved a breadstick into his mouth- mumbling swears around each chew.
The class took like seagulls to Cheetos and started to pluck the breadsticks from their warm, slightly oily, cloth blankets. They all eventually skimmed the menus, deciding their dishes and conversing with their neighbors about what selections were made.
Luckily, most of the meal went by without incident. Unless you count everyone ganging up on Kaminari when the dishes came out and it was discovered he ordered a kid's mac and cheese with chicken tenders. When everyone had scarfed down most of their plates, (and 10 baskets of breadsticks, two having been eaten by Midoriya alone) Aizawa’s phone rang.
“Iida, Yayorozu,” Aizawa called to the end of the other table. All heads turned to him. “You guys are in charge for the next ten minutes or so. I have to take a call. No fights, no dying.” Aizawa pressed the phone to his ear and walked through the doorway into the quiet section of the restaurant. He leaned against the countertop of the wine shelving unit and blankly watched his class through the window while on the phone.
The class was suprisingly well behaved during his absence until the waiter came over to check on everything.
“How are we doing over here? Can I get y’all anything else, some dessert maybe? Or just the bill?” They picked up some empty baskets and plates while awaiting a response.
“Dessert?” Midoriya parroted excitedly.
“Of course your big-back ass wants dessert! How is he still hungry I feel like I might explode from both ends…” He caught a burp in his mouth while the table filled with various “eww” and “me too” responses.
Mina hastily typed on her phone and flipped the screen on her forehead. She twisted in the booth and stared with puppy eyes and a big pout at Aizawa.
“Can we get dessert?” The screen read in bold text. Aizawa raised an eyebrow and with one hand in his pocket started moving to the half-wall.
“Who’s paying?” He mouthed during his pathway to the kids. He looked around at all the puppy eyes and pouts facing him and finally broke into a chuckle as he pulled out his wallet.
Applause and cheering erupted from his students as he pulled out a shiny credit card and passed it over to Ochako, who was holding her hands under her chin like a starving Victorian orphan. Aizawa went back to the quieter end of the room while the kids ordered two of everything. Including, (but not limited to): Tiramisu, “Chocolate Lasagna,” and Strawberry Cream Cake. They passed Aizawa’s shiny black card over to the waiter. They returned with not only all the delicious sugary dessert but also a very long receipt detailing the hefty 471 dollar price Aizawa just paid. After some gasps from Ochako and Izuku, and some confused looks from Todoroki, Momo, and Iida; Aizawa eventually came back.
“You guys are really trying to make me broke, huh?” Aizawa humorously scoffed as he returned to his seat and stole a bite from one of the plates.
“Hey!” Kirishima protested when the plate in front of him was picked at by the man who paid for everything. Aizawa glared at him hard. His red eyes burned to life and challenged Kirishima. “Right,” Kirishima thought, “he paid for everything.”
When everyone was stuffed to the brim, and Midoriya had to be restrained from actually licking every plate clean, they headed back to the dorms holding hands and frolicking in daisy fields. Goodnight MHA Nation (can you tell i dont know how to end this?)
Bonus! Erasermic!
“Shouta baby!” Hisashi called from the living room as the front door to the teacher's hall clicked shut.
“Why is there a 500 dollar charge to our card? And from Olive Garden?” He peeked over the rim of his glasses and Shouta smiled softly.
“Had to feed my kids.”