Looking to Todoroki, Toshinori could see the boy's wobbly jaw as frost crackled onto his right cheek. All Might groaned and pulled up a nearby chair.

"Oh boy…"

The teen's eyebrows arched above tired eyes. He bit his quivering azure lower lip as a new fit of temperature irregularity overtook him. Each shivery grunt brought with it a new pike of ice, shooting from his right forearm. It tore at his tunic – the jagged edges were merciless to his exhaustion.

"eErmf…"

Todoroki's squirms alerted Toshinori to his discontent. Though, this was no surprise to him.

"Poor kid," he muttered, rubbing his chin.

'Shota's got a point,' Toshinori thought, 'The boy's fever could spark up another round of flames any second. But his right side… It's freezing up. And is that any better for him?'

He eyed up the comforter at the foot of the bed. Steadily, his slender arm reached out to the blanket's corner. Toshinori quickly drew it back as Aizawa walked in. His fellow teacher did not make eye contact with him: the scar beneath his right eye hid deep, greyish bags.

"Wake me at 21:00," he said tersely. Stepping into his sleeping bag and zipping it up tight, his whole body lightly collapse in a heap upon the floor.

Toshinori held his breath.

'Wait for it…'

A few seconds passed. Light snores from Aizawa's pile told Toshinori he was out. His chest ached pleasantly at the breath's release.

'Finally.'

Methodically, the former Number One hero pinched the comforter again. He smirked.

'I've got an idea…'

Midoriya's legs felt heavier than they had all day. So did his chest. Not even the laughter and conversation of his classmates could bring his spirits up at this point. There on the couch, a gaggle of 1A students – Ojiro, Asui, Mina, Tokoyami, Hagakure, Kaminari, and Shoji – faced Kirishima, Iida, Uraraka, and a very reluctant Bakugo.

"So, then what happened?!" Mina exclaimed, "After you and Midoriya saw the flames, Kirishima?!"

"Eh," Kirishima shrugged wryly, "We were pretty chill about it."

The Red-Riot sneered at Iida's snort.

"Oh, I'd beg to differ."

"Oh, really?" Kirishima nudged, "At least I wasn't the one screaming like a little girl over it!"

Bakugo's shoulders hunched.

"You're all a buncha damn girls, if you ask me."

Uraraka quirked an eyebrow playfully.

"Wait a minute, Bakugo," she sang, "You were preeetty helpful back there, too!"

"Shut it, Pink Cheeks!" the boy yelled, "All Might made me!"

"Alright," Asui ribbeted, "So Todoroki was on fire—"

Hagakure swooned aloud.

"He sure is!"

"Oh brother," the frog-girl groaned.

"Hagakure," Ojiro shushed, "Asui means, 'what happened next'?"

"Well," Iida said proudly, gesturing to Uraraka and Shoji, "These two were phenomenal! As Bakugo and I teamed up to—"

"Don't say 'teamed up'!" Bakugo fired back, teeth gnashing, "We're not a damn team!"

"Yeesh, fine," Iida sighed, "As Bakugo and I were… tasked by All Might to prepare some wet towels, Shoji and Uraraka delivered—"

"Sorry," Kaminari interrupted, his face visibly vexed, "Er…'wet towels'?"

"To douse the fire," Iida nodded, as if it were obvious, "So, Shoji and Uraraka expertly delivered them to Todoroki's room."

Uraraka shook her head.

"Mhm! And Aizawa was so brave, fighting off the flames! And that's where All Might and Deku were—Hey, Deku!"

Midoriya flinched at the sound of his hero-name being called. He'd been listening so intently; he was starting to zone out a bit. His cheeks ached as the corners of his mouth forced a phony smile.

"Hey," he mumbled.

Tokoyami and Dark Shadow peered over to him.

"How's Todoroki holding up, Midoriya?"

The freckled boy fidgeted and shrugged at the question.

"'Dunno," he muttered, "I—"

He was interrupted by his own coughing. Iida and Uraraka drew nearer to their comrade. Iida frowned, taking in the queasy pastiness of Midoriya's face. He had that look. That look people got just before they fainted.

"Sit down," he urged, his flexed hand gesturing to the couch.

Complying, Midoriya's shaky legs squatted to the sofa. His already flushed cheeks were reddening further as his classmates stared. He had to say something.

"So," Midoriya breathed out, "He's still under the weather. Our work helped, but…

He paused.

'Keep going. You're not gonna cry.'

"I-It's going to be a rough night for him."

The room was silent. Even Bakugo wouldn't dare make a comment after that. Taking in the tone, Jiro grinned.

"It sucks," she admitted, "But… at least we're all here, right?"

Uraraka looked up. Her warm smile expressed her agreement. Others, too, started to nod and chuckle.

"Y'gotta point, Jiro!"

"Right!"

"'Could be worse, that's for sure."

"Yeah," Iida smirked. His brow creased a bit. He had a thought cooking as his expression lit up like a Christmas tree.

"…Yeah!"

Without hesitation, he swept a chair from the kitchenette. His brawny legs stood atop it. He cleared his throat, letting the dramatics ensue.

"Can I have everyone's attention?!"

The room gradually quieted at Iida's booming voice. Aoyama's eyes glinted.

"Ooh! Such stage presence! C'est magnific!"

Tokoyami whipped his cape from the couch resolutely.

"Our attention is yours, Iida."

"Great," Iida exclaimed.

His arm shot in the air.

"By a show of hands: who here does not want to sleep alone tonight?!"

The silence in the room became uncomfortable. Bakugo's expression sickened.

"What the Hell are you tryin' to do, damn pervert?!"

Iida replayed the statement in his head once more. His face flashed burgundy.

"Uhh, l-let me rephrase that," he cracked, "What I mean is… Who here would be interest in doing a common room camp-out?"

Kaminari squinted.

"Y'mean like a sleepover?"

"Precisely," Iida replied, "A big 1A sleepover! Right here, in the common room!"

Jiro shrugged, "Could be fun! Right, girls?"

"Oooh!" Hagakure and Mina chimed, "Count us in!"

"It sounds fun," Uraraka cautioned, "But…are we allowed? Will the teachers let us? I mean if it's co-ed…"

Mineta's eyes bulged.

"Co-ed?!"

"Fine point," Iida stated firmly, shooting Mineta a darting glare, "We'll create two sections: one for the boys, and one for the girls. Once they see how organized it is, they'll have to agree!"

Ojiro watched the girls' eyes light up. He scratched his head.

"I…Any of you boys ever done this before?"

Kirishima slammed his fist in his palm.

"Nope! But I'm sure we'll find a way to make it manly. Right, Bakubro?"

The teen turned amongst the commotion to find the blond firecracker making his way to the individual dorms.

"Hey!" Kirishima called, "Where're you goin'?"

"Have your campout, Girl Scouts," Bakugo waved off, "'M goin' to bed."

Iida squinted. He expected Bakugo to go. He did not, however, anticipate Midoriya to follow right behind him. The class representative leapt from the chair, reaching his friend in three large steps.

"Hey," Iida hummed supportively, "The party's this way."

Midoriya sniffed, looking at the ground.

"I know what you're trying to do, Iida," the boy mumbled, "And I think it's great. But… I just not feeling up to this."

Uraraka, amidst the girls' business of stocking the couch with more pillows and blankets, dashed to her green-haired friend's side. The boy's mind was clearly somewhere else.

"Deku," she grinned, "Are you sure you wanna be by yourself? I… I know it's been a rough day, but we can keep you company."

"Yeah," Iida agreed, "And we'll keep an eye on you. Make sure you get some rest. 'Looks like you could use it."

"I appreciate it," Midoriya wallowed huskily, "Really, I do. But…"

Iida winced as Midoriya's eyes welled up. He nodded affirmatively.

"If you change your mind, we'll have a spot waiting for you."

Midoriya's gaze remained latched to the floor. Still, he grinned. It was small, but sincere this time.

"Thanks, guys."

Slowly, he walked off to his dorm. Echoes of the 1A ruckus slowly faded behind him. His own thoughts combatted with the volume, rattling against his soupy brain.

'What's happening to him? Right now? Is he freezing? Is the fire back?'

He was about to walk past Todoroki's dorm. He dared not look in.

'Aizawa said to go. He's there. And All Might. They're pros. They can handle it.'

Heavy feet picked up speed as he approached the open doorway. Midoriya grimaced. His nose itched again. He had to sneeze. Reflexively, he halted in place.

'Why is it always here? No, you really can't this time. You have to—"

"H'h'H'aA'schhuu!"

'Damn it!'

He cursed himself, sniffling quietly as he hastened his pace.

"Bless you, young Midoriya."

It was strange to hear All Might's naturally booming voice come out so low. Midoriya knew he must've been trying to keep quiet. His blond head poked out of Todoroki's doorway. An unmistakable grin graced the teen.

"Quite a sneeze," All Might admonished, "'Need a tissue?"

Midoriya patted his pocket. His handkerchief. He'd left it on the bench outside. He sniffed thickly.

"B-but All Might," Midoriya whispered, "Mr. Aizawa said—"

"He's out like a light," All Might insisted, waving the boy on, "A few minutes won't kill anyone."

Blinking, Midoriya tiptoed into the room. At the foot of Todoroki's bed, he noticed his balled-up teacher snoring serenely. He looked up. All Might's massive hand tapped the seat next to him.

"Sit," his mentor insisted.

Carefully, Midoriya stepped over his teacher's sleeping bag. He sat himself down by the former pro's side. He swiped a tissue from Todoroki's nightstand and handed it off.

"Here."

"Thanks."

Doing his best to keep quiet, Midoriya gave a trumpeted blow. All Might himself jolted at the unusually loud blast.

"Woah," All Might remarked, "Easy! 'Trying to pop your eardrums?"

"S-sorry," Midoriya blushed, "Th-they're kind of always like that."

A grunt from Aizawa's sleeping bag made their blood run cold. Luckily, the man just rolled over in his sausage case of a bed and resumed his snoring.

"Phew," Midoriya sighed, "Could've sworn I woke him."

All Might chuckled soundly.

"A freight train couldn't wake him up."

"Wait… You're both taking vigil for Todoroki, right?"

"Mhm."

"When do you change off?"

All Might looked at Todoroki's wall clock. He shrugged, "Ten minutes ago."

"W-what?!" Midoriya murmured breathlessly.

"Relax," All Might insisted, "I'm sure he won't mind the extra shut-eye."

Midoriya looked down.

"He'd mind my being here, though."

All Might sighed.

"Mr. Aizawa… cares for his students. It's a great burden. But he loves it. He just wants to make sure you're all safe."

Midoriya could see All Might's downcast eyes.

"I undermined him. Asking young Iida and Bakugo for help. Asking you to risk getting burned to help. It was selfish… And his anger was not meant for you. But for me."

Midoriya looked back at the bed.

'The flames…'

The room was dark, but Midoriya could just barely make out a shadowy linen on Todoroki's right side.

"But Midoriya," All Might continued, "I trust you. And your judgement. If I didn't, you wouldn't have earned One-for-All. And you were right."

All Might rose from the chair, adjusting the thick comforter on Todoroki's right side.

"He needed a blanket."

Midoriya gasped lightly. He looked at Todoroki's expression. While not completely content, it was a massive improvement. There was a smoothness to his brow that had not been there before. His sweaty face glimmered in the moonlight, with driblets of condensation dripping from the washcloth upon his forehead. A sure sign of a fever breaking.

All Might watched his prodigy study his ailing classmate.

"He looks better, doesn't he?"

Midoriya wiped his eyes, nodding into his forearm.

"The funny thing," All Might claimed, "About Todoroki's quirk…You need balance. The control he needs to maintain it? The young man is remarkable."

He clapped his hand to Midoriya's shoulder.

"I won't lie to you," his mentor pressed, "It will be a challenging night for Todoroki. But this is a good sign of improvement. He's finally resting, for a time. And I know he would want you to get your rest, too."

Midoriya's weighty eyelids peered back up at All Might.

"So, young Midoriya. Can you try to rest? Knowing that, even if it's challenging… your classmate is resting, too?"

His head heavy, Midoriya barely had the energy to nod.

"I-I'll try."

"Good lad," All Might grinned. He stood up, urging his charge to do the same, and walked him to the hallway.

"Now," he stated, quietly but firmly, "Off to bed."

Midoriya's stumbly feet felt heavy – in a good way, this time – as he made his way to his dormitory. He clutched the knob, calling back to his idol.

"G'night, All Might."

Waving back, All Might replied, "Sleep well, young Midoriya."

He waited for the boy to seal himself inside. The click of the door latch made All Might sigh with relief. This, however, was short-lived: as his ears picked up on some ruckus coming from the common room.

"This night will never end," All Might buzzed to himself.

He marched out, finding the group adorning the fluffy couches with ribbons of colorful blankets, sleeping bags, and comforters. Air mattresses, too, were being blown into place along the floor – tables and chairs pushed back to make room. Of course, All Might was not surprised to find Iida taking charge of the operation.

"That's great," Iida instructed, "Let's move a few sheets to the girls' side, and—"

"Ahem."

The class representative turned to find the crossed arms of a former Number One hero staring back at him.

"A-All Might!" the teen cried, sweat on his brow, "So, uh—"

"I'm listening."

Iida gulped at the instructor's stern reply.

"Well, er, with everything going on, we noticed morale was down. So we decided a class sleepover might do the trick to fix it!"

Uraraka raced over, her pink pajamas flapping in the wind.

"Yeah, All Might! We even separated the sections for boys and girls!"

Iida adjusted his glasses.

"To keep up with cohabitation regulations. Naturally."

Still, All Might did not flinch. Nervously, the class representative continued. The rest of 1A stood behind him, wide-eyed.

"So, er… Can we do it?"

All Might hung his head.

"Not up to me, kids."

Iida's expression took on a puzzled look.

"Huh?"

"Your main instructor," All Might stated clearly, "Is Mr. Aizawa. He's judge, jury, and executioner with these things. And since he's not awake to make the decision—"

"He's not, is he?"

All Might turned to find his very drowsy colleague stumbling in. Aizawa, still wrapped in his sleeping bag, hopped in and scanned the room.

"Where's the girls' side?"

"O-over on the east-end of the room, Mr. Aizawa," Iida saluted.

"And the boys'?"

"The west," Iida replied, "With a tarp in-between, for added privacy!"

Aizawa squinted.

"And where's Mineta?"

Sighing, the purple, blobby boy raised his arm from the west-hand side.

"Right here."

Aizawa's attention shot to the whole class.

"It'd better stay just like this until morning. 'Understand?"

"Yes, sir!" They cried.

"Good," Aizawa stated, hopping in his sleeping bag back to the individual dormitories, "I'll be in Todoroki's room if anyone needs me."

All Might, too, followed suit. He called over his shoulder to the students.

"Sleep tight, young heroes!"

The band of scholars shouted, "Goodnight!" as they muttered excitedly to themselves.

All Might, chuckling, continued into the room. He gasped lightly, noticing Aizawa's sleeping bag was empty. The grey-clad teacher cleared his throat from the armchair.

"You were supposed to wake me twenty minutes ago."

All Might fluffed out the flat sleeping bag.

"'Figured you could use the extra sleep."

There was less of a chill to Aizawa's demeanor. He rung out Todoroki's forehead cloth, replacing it with a fresh one as he spoke.

"Anything to report?"

"It's been marginal, but he seems to be recovering nicely. He needs a constant balance of hot and cold compresses, though. It's been—"

"Stabilizing his body temperature?"

All Might smirked.

"You were awake?"

Aizawa rested the new washcloth to Todoroki's brow.

"You and Midoriya are terrible whisperers."

The teacher tucked Todoroki's right arm under the blanket. He looked down as he spoke.

"Thank you. What you said—"

"Like I said, I undermined you. No thanks are needed."

All Might, despite the uncomfortably hard floor, shuffled deeper into the sleeping bag. Scoffing, Aizawa muttered under his breath – knowing Toshinori would hear.

"No wonder everybody loves you."

Toshinori hid his grin with a yawn.

"Those students love you, Mr. Aizawa."

Aizawa sneered.

"Alright. No need to get mushy. Just get some sleep."

Sleep. If only Midoriya could sleep. Each time he closed his eyes, he saw him.

The torture on his face. The steam burning out of him. The pain… The memories…

His bare feet against the cold floor made him shiver. Again, his zombified body was in motion. What time was it? He was sure it'd been at least an hour.

The dormitory halls were especially sound tonight. Two doors were locked: Bakugo's, and – for the first time all evening – Todoroki's.

Midoriya gulped.

'He's resting. He's getting better. He's fine.'

The teen kept walking. Into the common room, blue twinkle lights greeted him. Aoyama's contribution, he was sure of it. Light snores – and ribbits, coming from Asui – filled the room. He felt the corners of his heavy cheeks lift.

'Nice job, guys.'

"Hey!"

A hushed whisper poked out from the west side of the room. Iida whisked on his glasses, grinning up at his friend. Midoriya crouched down, speaking softly so not to wake his other classmates.

"'Room for one more?"

Iida pointed to an empty spot on the air mattress. It was adorned with an orange pillow, some blue sheets… and Aoyama's fluorescent pink blanket. Iida winked.

"Toldja we'd save you a spot."

Laughing silently, Midoriya crept over the sprawled-out arms and legs. He made his way over, fluffing the pillow gingerly.

"If you need tissues," Iida whispered, "They're right on the coffee table over there. Do you want some tea? I can—"

Iida was cut off by a sharp snort. Midoriya was out as soon as his head hit the pillow. The class representative removed his spectacles and sighed.

"'Night, Midoriya."