[Yokohama City, Kamino Ward – Downtown – 9:04 PM Sunday]
A seismic punch separated the ground as All Might's fist collided with the villain's skull. In an instant the sight vanished as a dust storm followed it and covered all in a thick halo, which caused the voices surrounding to drop into whispers that were then cut into complete and utter silence. They were all holding their breath and he was no exception. He needed to see All Might win, to see the mightiest hero banish what he could now only perceive as the most repulsive villain.
Particles danced for an eternity around the spot before it all gave a final quiver, as if it had realised that this was the conclusion of the battle, the finale of a struggle. It imploded and swept before furling inward like the centre of a vindictive hurricane. Upon entry it flattened and became something different; the form of a man who might have been anyone, who had a face he could not yet see. Every second that passed revealed more shreds, the outline of a leg, a tuft of torn clothing and then finally a shattered fist struck up toward the sky which beneath sat a broad, unbroken smile. It was All Might's, he was left standing high above the villain.
Cheers erupted in a manner that was not sudden. It was as if they had all still to come to the realisation, to put one and one together and conclude that even this villain, one that held so much power, had fallen to the symbol of peace. He had done it, he had won. As it came to his mind he found it impossible not to yell out, to celebrate even against his own nature the success of a man whom despite having been torn down had still come out ahead. The camera zoomed in on him and All Might brought his hand down to point at it.
"You're next," he said and the crowd shook. The message hung clear; any villain who dared would meet the same fate. He felt far beyond giddy in the light of it, even calling it elation wouldn't be much of an exaggeration. No matter what happened now this night belonged to them and no villain could do anything about it. The staggering sensation came to pass over minutes, after which he finally found himself looking around at the others. Half were as overpowered as he had been, for better or for worse.
"You alright Midoriya?" Kirishima asked. He didn't seem sure if the tears glassing his face were of joy or sorrow, though he was inclined to assume the former.
"Y-yeah," the boy choked out between breaths before wiping his face across the long velvet sleeve of his brown suit jacket. His eyes were left red after but they never strayed from the monitor longer than they had to other than to blink.
He could understand but he had a similar question in mind as he looked over at Bakugou. "How about you?" he asked.
Bakugou looked busy with thought and registered his question well after the fact. "What?" he answered like he had recently been placated.
He wasn't sure how to phrase it without awkwardness, "That man, Janus, did he... do anything? To you, I mean."
He answered with a vacant stare then scowled, dismissing it just as fast. "I didn't let him get anywhere near me," he said.
The answer allowed him an incremental amount of relief. He had lost his questions as he had watched the fight but they had sat there ready to come back. There wasn't a certainty in his mind that if something had happened Bakugou would have answered truthfully but he had no doubt the guy would have torched Janus if he had so much as tried. It felt better having asked, even if many questions were beginning to crop up in his mind again. Janus and that man, All for One, there was a mystery behind it he intended to solve before it got the better of him.
Kirishima bumped Bakugou with his shoulder and grinned. "Glad we got you back man," he said.
Tch, he gave him an annoyed look. "I could have handled it on my own, I just didn't want to get in All Might's way. I don't owe you punks anything."
"Sure thing McSplody, no need to justify yourself to me."
"Yeah, I bet half of us would have choked in that situation," he nodded. Multiple villains had been trying to get him and he hadn't even flinched, even if he wasn't going to last it was impressive.
Bakugou ignored the statement and turned back to the monitor, if he didn't know better however he could say the attention was split between it and Midoriya evenly. It was as if he was too busy digesting everything he'd seen to even spit insult back, especially at the nickname.
Ahem, Iida coughed loud behind them. He'd torn off the moustache and pushed his hair back to it's different version of straight. "I know we have only just regrouped but I think it best we return to Hosu at once. After we hand over Bakugou to the proper authorities of course. I'm sure the police are searching everywhere for him right now," he said.
"Agreed. If we stick around longer than we have to it'll begin to cause trouble," Todoroki said.
"Yes," Momo said. "I am sure the school is quite aware of our actions by now, the press conference was cancelled part-way in light of the incident. I am afraid even with our excellent disguises someone could recognise us easily through footage alone."
"You don't say," he shook his head. Who would have ever thought that would happen.
Kirishima winced. "Oh god, Aizawa is going to kill us isn't he?" he said.
"Probably," Todoroki answered before shrugging. "What's done is done, there isn't a point in worrying about it now."
"He's right," he said as he pulled out his phone. He had accepted his fate already, this incident could very well be the straw that broke the camels back. In light of that he didn't want to entertain the idea as it was out of his control. There was certainly regret but none of it was tied to having tried and succeeded in rescuing Bakugou. "Besides, Aizawa isn't the only one," he held the phone screen up to Kirishima's face.
3 – Jirou Kyouka – NEW
2 – Kaminari Denki – NEW
1 – Sero Hanta – NEW
1 – Uncle Alo – NEW
6 – OTHER SENDERS – NEW
"Shit dude," he grimaced. Then he took out his own phone, it was in a similar state. "They must've seen everything. Especially Jirou."
He nodded, "She's absolutely pissed." Most of them were, he noticed as he flicked through, except Sero's. He'd just asked what the hell was up with the trench coat, once again affirming the shitty nature of the disguises. His uncles message had simply said 'Call me,' somehow that was the worst one.
"But that means she's awake," Kirishima said. "Let's go visit her tomorrow, yeah?"
"If we have that option," he answered. He did want to, if only to see her awake instead of unconscious and half dead. Hopefully he still had the guts to follow through on that tomorrow, for now everything they had done was enough.
[Eastern Hosu CBD – Naeto Train Station – 11:31 PM]
As he stepped out onto the increasingly frigid pavement it was only the two of them left, surrounded by crowds of people rushing in and out of the train station behind him. He had a bag in his hand, the one that contained his original clothes that had been locked up in the Yokohama station. He was glad he hadn't forgotten them but unfortunately he hadn't thought to change.
"Feels weird, doesn't it?" Kirishima asked with a complacent smile. He was looking around a fair bit, like he was trying to take it all in.
"What does?" he said as he pulled the trench coat tighter around him and searched for his phone. As unsuitable as it was it did have the advantage of being warm.
"Just handing Bakugou over like that to the police after rescuing him."
"I mean, Iida was right."
"Yeah I know, I know," Kirishima laughed. "Still doesn't make it less weird handing him back over after all we did to get him in the first place."
"I guess you're right," he answered. It did feel a bit weird but that was the way it had to be. It wasn't like they could escort him to the school, now that would have been idiotic. After a few more pats he did find his phone, now he had to make that call. "Gimme a sec," he moved out of the archway of the train station and under the back of a nearby bus stop. The less people that overheard him the better, he wasn't sure what to expect. Although he had many things to answer it was his uncles he intended to entertain first, he owed him that much. The phone rung a few times, then stuttered into a busy tone and the beginnings of a voice messaging service.
"Hey uncle, it's me. Call me back when you can," he said before hanging up. His uncle was a bit paranoid about the wrong people calling him, considering the man had only just fixed his phone he doubted he'd even remembered saving his name onto it.
"No luck?" Kirishima asked.
He shook his head. "No, I'll try again when I get back to Yuuei," he said, to which his friend gave him a strange look.
"You aren't seriously planning to walk home from here, right?"
"Uh, yeah, why not?"
"How far do you think Yuuei is from here, exactly."
"Like... a few miles maybe?"
His friend chuckled at that, "Dude you crack me up sometimes. You seriously can't just walk from one end of Hosu to the other in the middle of the night you know. You're going to get jumped and considering what we've just been through that seems like a bad way to go."
"Didn't you walk home when you stayed at my place?" he'd thought the guy only lived away a short bit, at least that's what he'd made it seem like. It made him wonder exactly where he was right now. The streets didn't look familiar, there were many tall white buildings and intersections that travelled down several blocks.
"I took the train near Yuuei to this station, I don't live that close to the school. Why did you think I took off like my hair was on fire on that morning? I only had like eighty minutes to get there and back, normally the whole trip takes me a good fifty."
"Guess I should just take a train there then too," he mumbled. It was annoying that he hadn't paid attention to that. It would add at least another thirty minutes to his journey.
"Hah, screw that. Just stay at my place for the night," his friend smirked. "I don't mind, and my folks might not mind."
"I don't know if its a good idea, knowing the school they've probably already flagged my ID to make sure I get back," he said. He wouldn't put it past Aizawa to be standing at the gate ready to put him in chains himself. On second thought it might be better he didn't go back right away.
Kirishima rolled his eyes at him. "Don't 'I don't know me' and just agree," he said.
Before he could answer his phone hummed with a vrrm, which when he looked at it he knew was Alo. He gripped the phone harder and pressed the button as he raised it to his ear, to prepare for whatever the man had to say. The first thing he heard on the other end was a cough, followed by a pause as the man treated himself. "Riley," his uncle's voice said loud and clear as it passed.
"Alo," he said back. "I can explain."
"Look," the man interrupted him. "Just answer me, was that you that I saw?"
Cold traveled down the side of his neck as he realised he was completely busted. "Yes," he answered. "It was me."
"That was a stupid thing of you to do. To get mixed up in all that business Riley. You could have been killed if all those heroes hadn't been there."
"I know but-"
"You guys went and saved that kid with the spiky hair, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"And you made it out alright, you didn't get hurt?"
"I'm alright, we're already ba-"
"That a good thing you did, no matter what happens now. As stupid as it was, I'm glad you went and helped him out. No matter what happens I want you to know that."
He paused and trembled a bit, he wanted to say thank you but it didn't come. There was apprehension, like his uncle still had more to tell him and to ask him. It hit in splices of tension that nagged at him, until his uncle spoke again.
"Riley... I know that... in this stuff you're not always gonna be safe. You need to make your own decisions, I can handle that but you need to remember I ain't the only one who is gonna see you do it. I don't want to be standing next to Kumai some day while you're lying in some damnable casket because you tried to do something you couldn't handle."
His throat closed up at the words, and he felt his eyes grow hot. He turned away from his friend and rubbed his hand across to banish it. He understood and that didn't make it any easier. "I'm sorry," he swallowed again, harder this time, with his voice sticking. "I'm really sorry uncle. I understand, okay?" He was trying his hardest not to let it come through across the phone nor to Kirishima right behind him.
"I know you do," his uncle said. There was some delay before his uncle spoke again, they both hadn't coped very well in hiding it. "Now... how are you getting home? Are you with the police in Yokohama?"
He let go of a drawn out gasp, it was more like a shudder, before he answered, "No, we're back in Hosu. I'm with Kirishima, I can head back to the school right away."
"Kirishima?" his uncle said it like he knew the name.
"Yo, Mr. Torenagi!" Kirishima yelled loud enough for his uncle to hear, causing him to turn and watch as his friend grinned and put his hands behind his head.
"I remember, he's one of those that helped you out, right? Just like that kid you guys went an' rescued."
"Yeah, he is."
"Don't worry about him Sir, I'll get him to crash at my place for the night. I won't take no for an answer."
"That's good to hear... wouldn't wantchu walkin' bout on Hosu streets in the middle of the night."
He gave Kirishima an irritable look, it wasn't like he could even hear what Alo was saying back to him but he sure looked pretty smug about it nonetheless.
"I'll be back in Hosu soon, had to make a detour that'll take me a few days. We can catch up then, I just wanted to make sure you're okay."
"Alright uncle... I guess I'll see you then," he answered. He still had a bit of a knot over what his uncle had said. He was right in his harshness, he didn't want his mom to have to see him in that state like Midoriya's had.
"Take care of yourself," his uncle said.
"I will," he replied. Then with a beep the call ended.
He gave a bitter sigh of defeat as he put his phone away. "Guess I'm going with you," he said.
Kirishima gave him a pitiful look in return, "Hey, hey it's not like I sentenced you to death. Besides, you let me stay over that one time, consider it returning the favour."
Hmph, he answered and rolled his eyes. "I could think of better ways of spending my night, like being arrested or thrown in detention with Aizawa," he shrugged. Then he looked at Kirishima, who was dramatically taken aback, like he'd taken a wound to the chest. In fact, combined with an overdone pout and a literal grabbing of his left shoulder it became too much. Neither of them held it much longer before bursting into simultaneous snorted laughter.
"Man you had me going for a second there," his friend said as he begot himself.
"Thank you, really," he said after he wiped his tear away. He had needed that, or what his uncle said might have escalated. The night had already been filled with so much fear, relief and confusion.
"Let's go then, it's not far from here," Kirishima said and turned away from him, allowing him to follow behind into the crowd.
[Eastern Hosu CBD – ? – 11:45 PM]
Their footsteps trot in slow pace between snaked streets that ran off the main intersection like veins. They were descending from a place of many to the suburbs of the few and inbetween, however unlike his old apartment it did not feel empty and heartless, not forgotten. They passed through lanes of lights that marked dozens of huddled convenience stores and schools that blended into the background of tall white buildings that stood like guard towers above them. It was hard to see the homes of those that lived here at a first but he soon grew familiar to spotting the nooks and crannies that spread into two story households on each cobbled pathway. It gave it a homely vibe, with the leaves of red trees that scattered and carpeted the floor in both scarlet and withered brown.
His accompaniment to it was silence from Kirishima, though maybe his friend had decided to give him a break from speaking. Exhaustion had taken him like a sleep draught, alluded to by the ever present vigil of a moon that had taken sole captor above them. It made him realise he kind of missed it. The small town feeling, even if this wasn't a small town it sure felt like it sometimes. His grandparents place had always given him that feeling too, they lived near a lake and by far one of the largest he'd ever seen. Lake Nidas, if he recalled. It was a man-made thing far south of Chicago and something that hadn't existed for more than twenty years, they had told him. It was named after a hero who had made themselves famous there by preventing the collapse of the damn that fuelled the supply of over five million. That was a feat hard to top, he had to admit.
"So," Kirishima said, interrupting his train of thought.
"Hmm?" he answered and looked around. He hadn't been paying close attention but it didn't feel like they were there yet, unless Kirishima lived in a police station.
"I kinda wanted to ask this before but," he paused. "It's all fine between your uncle and you, yeah? You looked a bit devastated back there."
"I was," he said a he remembered it. "But he was right to say what he did, he was just being honest. It just hit a bit harder coming from him."
"Well, that's a good thing right?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"If it hurt to have him say it then that means you cared about what he had to say. That also means you want to protect him, right?"
"Sure, I suppose you're right," it felt like he was going somewhere with it. "What are you trying to say exactly?" he asked.
"I don't really know if I'm being honest," his friend shrugged. "But I think a lot of heroes just say they want to protect everyone but... having someone in particular to protect feels a lot more sincere, ya know?"
He slowed his pace and gave Kirishima a bit of a look. He hadn't expected him to say something that sounded so deep. It wasn't entirely on point, but he got what the guy was going for. Understanding that made it kind of embarrassing. It shouldn't have been, he felt. He did want that kind of resolve when it came to his sister and his mom and maybe that guilt was proof of it.
"Forgettaboutit," Kirishima said after a few seconds. "I'm just rambling, must be the lack of sleep."
Mhmm, he answered. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. "Protecting someone else with your life is the kind of manly thing Crimson Riot would have done right?"
"Exactly, see, I knew you'd get it," his friend grinned.
"So who are you trying to protect?"
Kirishima paused at the question and stopped at an alleyway they had been about to enter. He looked up at the signpost and then back to him. "I don't think I have reached the point where I can say that for sure yet," he shook his head. "But when I do I'll let you know, okay?"
"Fair enough," he said. Then he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before taking a breath of cold air. "Man, I didn't expect you to get all serious on a walk back to your house."
"Haha, sorry man," his face lit up. "It just kinda came to me after your phone call, that's all. Anyway, we're pretty much here, see?" he said as he pointed down the alleyway at the third house down.
It was dug into the side of the alleyway itself, larger than the other houses they had seen so far. In fact this part in particular had about double the space. On the front of it a sign read "Kirishima Residence," illuminated by a porch light that only served to cover about half a step of stone outside the front door. Bleached walls stared down at him as he looked up and about and on either side of the door stood fences about as tall as he was. Behind the one on the right was one of the scarlet trees in full bloom. It had to be a gardeners worst nightmare, he surmised at the thick tapestry of petals beneath his feet that probably replaced itself daily.
"So this is your place," he stated as Kirishima unlocked the door with a click. He had an old fashioned key for it and everything.
"Yeah, like it?" he said as he peeked inside. There was nothing but darkness visible through the slit.
"It definitely beats standing out here in the cold," he said as he followed Kirishima up the step to reach for the door handle. He'd had enough of waiting.
"Ah-ha-ha let me stop you right there," he said, catching his hand before it could make contact.
"Remember how I said my parents might not mind?"
He tilted his head at the sentence, "So what you really meant is they will mind."
"Well, you know after I got put in remedial things kind of got blown out of proportion," his friend gave a nervous laugh. "One thing led to another and I kind of got banned from having anyone stay over till the start of next semester. You know, no biggie, really. I'm sure it'll be fine, uh, as long as you climb the fence and I let you in without anyone seeing, that is."
"You're joking, right?" he said, to which Kirishima shrugged in apology. He wasn't.
"I have a stepladder in the back, you wait out here for a second while I make sure no ones around and then I'll come get you. The backyard door is right near the stairs, so once we're up it's home free."
He groaned in reply, which Kirishima took as his cue to go on in before shutting the door behind him just as quick. A few minutes later he was still alone and growing colder, something even the silly coat couldn't help him with enough to make it comfortable. He wondered what he must've looked like. Ridiculous would probably have been right, with his oversized sleeves and coattail that hung close to the ground. He looked just the part to play a discount Neo, all he needed was a water pistol or two painted black and some sunglasses. At the thought of it he pulled at his scalp and wasn't sure why he hadn't done it sooner. The black wig came off easily, though he couldn't just start stripping off the rest in an alleyway. Kirishima needed to hurry up.
"Psst, dude. Over here!" a familiar voice said as if he'd beckoned it with his thoughts. He walked up to the fence where it was, underneath the tree he'd spotted.
"Took you long enough, this alleyway is starting to give me the creeps," he said as he took what could only be modestly described as a stool. It wasn't even two feet tall.
"Sorry," his friend answered. He couldn't really see him through the fence.
Despite the awkwardness of it he put the stool down and did his best to climb up and onto the fence. His hands dug into the wooden rim and caused him a significant amount of pain, but it was preferable to toppling over and falling on Kirishima. He didn't want to break his neck. He dropped down the other side with an unremarkable thud, landing on both feet in the dirt.
"See? Easy," Kirishima whispered.
"Easy for your maybe. You aren't getting that stepladder back just saying."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever I'll get it later. Come on, lucky for us my folks aren't up," he said and turned toward the backyard door a few feet behind them. Either side of it was entrenched by flowers that he couldn't see but did smell. It was Lavender, which irked his nose. He wasn't sure why the damn weed was so popular in Hosu of all places, bad luck for him he supposed.
"I know we're trying to be sneaky but take off your shoes, my mom can spot a speck of dirt a mile away and if she sees two sets of prints she'll go ballistic for more reasons than one."
"Fine," he said and pulled his flat laced shoes off. It was weird that he had chosen to wear these over sneakers, those probably would have been easier to run with. He stuffed the pair into his bag before Kirishima pushed him forward in the dark and toward some steps. They creaked every third step he took up them and he stumbled more than a few times on how steep they were. It took longer than it should have to reach the carpeted terrace at the top, on which there were three doors and a hallway closet.
"That one," Kirishima whispered and ushered him to the furthest. He opened it and shoved him inside, which would have annoyed him had not a moment later the hallway lit up in a vibrant yellow from a light hanging on the ceiling. His friend froze and turned his head slowly over the bannister.
"Eijirou. Down here, right now," a deep voice commanded to which Kirishima winced.
"Uh, h-hi Dad," his friend choked and scratched his head. He was making a signal behind his back toward him with his other hand. It was a single finger that told him to not so much as breathe right now.
"Now," the man repeated.
"Yes, Sir," his head drooped before he reached for the railing and began to walk back down. He took that as his cue to shut the door as quick and as quietly as possible, which while effective left him submerged in darkness. There was no way he wanted to get busted now but he also wasn't going to stand there until Kirishima was back.
The first thing he did was turn to reach for a light switch only to stub his toe on something hard and metallic. He let out a pained groan and stifled anything that came after as he reached manically for some kind of button to press. Click, the switch went as he touched it, bathing the room in a much less harsh, orangey hue.
He now saw that the thing he'd stubbed his toe on was a dumbbell and one of several that lined the bottom of a rack of heavy equipment. Beside it was a punching bag that barely fit where his friend had set it up. The rest of the room was an equal mess, dirty clothes were piled in the corner next to a futon and a flat mat, which sat beside a desk upon which books were piled high. He recognised most of them, they were from exam. The guy must have been studying day and night to pass by the looks of the notes. On the wall behind it were posters and knickknacks of Crimson Riot first and most in view, although barely any part of the wall was untouched.
One thing he was trying to spot now in particular was the aforementioned fridge, though he saw no trace of the thing anywhere to his disappointment. It would have been a great thing to tell Kaminari about. He crossed the room and pulled back the curtains to look outside, as expected there wasn't much except streets upon streets and then even more streets all washed out in grey and white. There was however something that caught his interest; a single plant pot on Kirishima's windowsill, it was odd until he saw it was rather neglected and dead looking. That made more sense.
Now was probably the perfect time to change while Kirishima was getting chewed out by his parents. He set the bag down and got to work by abandoning the coat along with the tacky shirt and annoying skinny jeans in favour of a plain green short sleeved shirt and long albeit thinly layered trousers. It suited him far better than what Momo had chosen, not to mention his quirk, he had been fearful of the coat smacking him in the face during the steam distraction Momo had suggested. He'd originally planned to just send the villains into a pit but the ground had been far too hard for that, it had been a lucky thing she had come up with it in such a short time frame.
He wasn't sure what to do next as he sat down against the wall, upon which his friend had mustered several large pillows in and attempt to make it comfortable. All there really was to do was think about that burning question he had favoured in dismissal of earlier. That was, the relationship of Janus and All for One and in particular the Noumu.
If he were to take the leap in logic from the words he'd heard then it wasn't a stretch to say that those two were the exact reason those things even existed. Ragdoll was the evidence and it made sense, how else could anyone have multiple quirks? A quirk that could take quirks and give them, the idea that something like that existed unnerved him though not as much as another question it brought. If the man could do that then why did he still have his quirk instead of a Noumu? That, was far harder to think about. He had no answer.
What had Janus said back in the forest? He was having a hard time remembering it now. It had been only a few words, uttered through darkness as he was being submerged. His memory was good but hardly that good, especially not under stress. Maybe he couldn't remember because it wasn't important, however he doubted that. Everything that villain had ever said had been and would continue to be important. Hopefully it would come to him later.
A thing he did remember about it and wished he didn't was his face, or rather lack thereof. It still flashed in his mind and had awoken him even the night before in his bed. Those insects Aizawa had mentioned, the ones that had acted as a mind control agent, they were part of the man's quirk which he had called Marionette. A fitting name, one that should have cut him up if he hadn't let that thing take over again. He had been feeling it since that night, stronger than before. It was gone now, in the same phenomenon that All Might had exhibited back then in the rescue race, only this time he was sure it was because of the villains aura not the heroes. That fear had been real, astoundingly soul crushing in fact. If anyone needed a reminder of why heroes existed then a video of that man was all they would have to be shown.
He gave a long yawn as he sat there and went over the same thoughts again and again but his mind wasn't having any of it. It was already hard to keep his eyes open with how foggy the lighting was, you'd probably need a desk lamp to even see any words on a page at all. Maybe he should get Kirishima a proper lightbulb for his birthday. He smirked at the idea, more so at the chance that Kaminari would probably break it just by being nearby.
Click, Slam, the door went next to him before he'd even turned his head at the first sound. Kirishima stood at the doorway with his eyes closed and his head pushed into it. He looked almost confused at what had just happened to him.
"Yo," he moved his hand up at him in the most lazy way possible so he had to expend the least effort. It could barely even be called a wave.
His friend let go of the frame and fell into the door with his back, before sliding down. "I don't know what just happened," he said.
"That bad, huh?"
"Mom almost yelled her head off at one point but dad was like the total opposite. It was weird. If yellproval is a word, then that was it. Also I think I have a curfew now? I'm not sure," he frowned.
"Parents yelling becomes a bit less intimidating when you're not in the same country as them," he chuckled. "Though I think my uncle could yell ten times worse than they could if he wanted."
"Well, chances are we aren't the only ones who got yelled at," Kirishima nodded. "I guess only Bakugou would really be spared from that..."
"You think so? Considering how he is just think how his dad must be."
"You're right," he laughed. "Though I think Midoriya said his mom was worse, she probably beat him bloody by now. Anyway, I'm freakin' starving, how about you?"
"All I want is sleep," he yawned again.
"Well you can't sleep against a wall, your neck is gonna kill you. I have some spare stuff in my closet, so just sit tight," his friend said as he stood. Then he walked over to a thin part of the wall obscured by the punching bag and tugged. Almost the whole corner slid back like some kind of magic bookshelf.
"Holy shit, you really do have a fridge in your room," he said as he saw it. The thing was downright massive. He did his best to hide his laughter but it helped little. It was too absurd.
"What, you didn't believe it?" he looked back at him, then threw several bits of a bed right at his face. A blanket, a flat mat and a pillow.
"Thanks, and no I didn't," he said and pushed it all haphazardly into place. He didn't really care how it looked at this point. It must have already been well past midnight. "I did kind of wish it was true though."
"Wish granted then."
As he turned back he saw that Kirishima had propped up a small camping table in the centre of the room. On it he had shoved several packets of what claimed to be 'meat-pancakes' among other things, along with a few bottles of water.
"You sure you're not hungry? It's all you can eat on me dude."
"I'm good," he said and fell back on his train wreck of a bed.
"Suit yourself," Kirishima said almost like he was disappointed.
He did have to admit he was feeling a bit peckish all of a sudden, far more than he had felt even before he had eaten that crap on the train. The aroma of it was enough to sway him after a minute or two. Fuck it, he thought. He had survived enough tonight, a bit of junk food was justified. He sat back up and snatched one of the things off the table and tore it open with his teeth.