When Sam last glanced at the clock on the wall, it was pushing 1am. Though many of the party goers had left to go clubbing, those who weren't old enough to get in to such venues remained.

He had been talking with his brother when the headache began to set in. Perhaps it had something to do with the dubstep or that he shouldn't have had that last tequila-shot Sero made him drink.

So, with a pounding head and heavy limbs, he bid Russ goodnight and traipsed through the dwindling crowd towards his room.

On his way, he passed Deku and Ochako who were curled up on the couch together, fast asleep. Ochako had removed Sam's jacket and was now using it as a blanket for them both. Mina was sat opposite them, still in Sam's hat, though it had now slipped down and was almost covering her drunken eyes as they drank in the scene from behind her phone's camera screen. When she caught Sam's eye, she placed a finger to her lips and smirked against it. Sam briefly wondered how long it would take for the photos to appear on social media, had they not already been uploaded.

Kaminari and Jirou were sat at the dining table together, neither of them looking remotely tired as they chatted away. That Shinso guy sat a little apart from them, scrolling idly through his phone and smirking at the screen. When his eyes then peered over at the couch, the gesture confirmed Sam's initial suspicions that the photos of Deku and Ochako holding each other in their sleep had indeed been plastered all over Mina's profile.

Part way through the night, Sam and Russ' old roommate, Undyne had shown up with her girlfriend, Alphys- the same girl Touya had shot a spit-soaked paper bullet at during their first day back in class. And probably the reason his loutish lab partner was now nowhere to be seen. No one in their right mind messed with Undyne. And you certainly didn't mess with her beloved Alphys.

Despite it being publicly known that Sam had an unlikely friendship with Touya Todoroki, the kindhearted and timid Alphys had graciously offered to help Sam finish his assignment when he had mentioned it. Between the two of them, what with them both being the top of their class, the work was complete in less than half an hour after Undyne had laughingly retrieved his glasses from the top of the bookshelf.

"Here ya go, shorty!" She had chortled as she handed them to him. It was the nickname she had used for him throughout her time spent living with he and his brother. Sam couldn't time decide whether he preferred 'shorty' to 'bone-head.'

After thanking Alphys for her help, Sam made a mental note to make more of an effort to stop Touya from picking on her again. Though, now that Touya was aware she was dating Undyne, that was unlikely to happen ever again anyway.

With a final scan of the party, it seemed Bakugo and Kirishima had already left at some point, for neither of them were anywhere to be seen as Sam approached the door to his bedroom. With a jaw-clicking yawn and a slow blink of his tired eyes, he turned the handle and stepped inside, eager to fall face-first into his pillow. Despite all the compliments he'd received throughout the night, he made a mental note to never to go this long without wearing his glasses ever again- his eyes felt very strained behind the round, silver frames.

But the sight that greeted him as he opened the door to his room made him almost thankful for his hazy vision.

Through the gloom, he made out two, no three, figures tangled in his bedsheets. Two were very clearly female, their hair a mess and their bodies very much naked. And the other...

"For fuck sake, Touya!"

The guy in question turned his head towards him after dislodging it from the chest of one of the girls. Exasperated, Sam rolled his eyes to the ceiling as Touya turned and propped himself up on his elbows.

"Hey, Sam!" He drawled, as the red-head and brunette did little to hide their nudity.

"Are you fucking serious?" Sam kept his angry eyes fixed as firmly onto Touya as he could, ignoring all the suggestive lip biting and finger curling the girls were throwing Sam's way.

"Remove the last word from that sentence and your answer is yes." Touya grinned, snaking and arm around the brunette while the red-head continued to try and beckon Sam into bed.

Unbelievable...

Typical.

Just great.

With a final, wordless glare in Touya's lanky direction, he slammed the door shut just as he heard the girls start to giggle.

"Oh, Touya baby! Your friend's no fun!"

Sam didn't hear whatever was said next as his own, frustrated growl and the forever pounding baseline drowned it out. Composing himself with a heavy sigh, he slid his fingers beneath his glasses to rub his sleepy eyes as he back fell against the wall.

Honestly, at this point, Sam was beginning to agree with his dad- Why was he friends with Touya Todoroki again?

"Sam? Is there something wrong?"

Letting his hands fall back down to his sides, he opened his eyes to see Callie staring at him through the gap in her door. She was dressed in those little, satin shorts again. But after having witnessed the scene in his bedroom, the sight of her long, bronzed legs didn't...

Who was he kidding?

Damn, those legs...

"I heard shouting, is everything okay?" She continued, opening her door wider and stepping into the hallway opposite him.

She had braided her hair into a long plait which was draped elegantly over her bare shoulder. The tank top she wore had a strange logo on it. Sam vaguely recognised it to be from another University; Juggernaut's, if his memory served him correctly. That's right, she had transferred to U.A...

Sam sighed, giving his head a small shake. "It appears my room is, erm, occupied." He informed her, running a hand though his hair.

Callie grimaced sympathetically. "Oh dear..."

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck and casting a look into the lounge. Perhaps he would have to sleep next to Ochako and Deku on the couch. At least he could steal back his jacket. Although, Dubstep wasn't exactly a lullaby. How on earth they managed to sleep through the noise was beyond him. The speaker was literally right next to the sofa where Mina had found new dance partners and was now encircling.

"You can come and stay in my room, if you'd like?" Callie suggested with a graceful lift of her shoulder.

And when she reached out a hand to him and jerked her head towards her bed, it was far more innocently than the way the red-head had. "C'mon. You look tired."

Dazed by the sudden turn of events, Sam almost blindly reached out to link his fingers in hers. Smiling, Callie gently pulled him over the threshold to her room where the scent of jasmine and honey greeted him.

Even with the door closed behind them, the loud music could still be heard. But there was something oddly calming about Callie's decor that made the pounding bass seem less invasive. House plants and artwork in earthy shades hung about the walls where shelves filled with candles and leather bound books were neatly arranged.

This was the first time he had properly seen her room since she had moved in. She had far better taste than Undyne, who had had the small space looking more like a gym than a bedroom. Sam vaguely remembered it smelt that way too.

Callie released his hand after shutting the door and slipped back under the sheets of her double bed. When she shuffled over, freeing up a side for Sam, he found himself still stood awkwardly on the soft rug underfoot.

"I hope you don't mind me sleeping with my window open," she commented, fluffing up the pillows on the side that was to be his for the night. "It gets kind of hot in here."

Indeed, Sam did feel rather warm in the face, but the temperature of the room wasn't likely the cause.

Not wanting to look like such a bashful fool, he carefully slipped out of his sneakers and padded lightly over to the bed. He usually slept in just his boxers, but thought it best he keep both his T-shirt and sweatpants on as he, prompted by Callie's patting of the mattress, climbed in beside her.

They sat together against the cushioned headboard in silence for a moment before Callie turned to him and said;

"Some celebration, huh?" She nodded her head in the direction of the lounge where the beat of an old school RnB track began to play. "Do the U.A All Mights always come here after winning a game?"

Sam smiled at her, recognising the slight concern she had tried to hide in her smiling features.

"No. Don't worry. The team usually take turns to host all the parties."

As they continued to make conversation, not quite ready to settled beneath the covers and sleep, talk turned to Sam's multiple jobs.

"Well, luckily for Russ and I, our dad is paying our tuition fees." Sam informed her. "That just leaves the rent and bills to pay. But what with Russ busy with training and going to matches, he doesn't have much free time left to work. So..."

"So you work two jobs, study, attend lessons, go to all your brother's baseball games and manage to find time to socialise?" Callie relayed, her eyebrows high and her lips curled.

Sam shrugged.

"No wonder you're always so tired. I honestly don't know how you manage to keep track of your schedule." Callie said with a disbelieving shake off her head.

After a repetitive debate, sparked by Callie's offer to pay more towards rent and bills so that Sam could quit at least one of his jobs, and ending on the agreement that Callie would at least make Sam a proper, home-cooked lunch so that he didn't need to survive off ice-cream and hotdogs when at work, the conversation segwayed into the Gaster brothers' love for cooking and baking.

Sam informed Callie that, what with their Dad working so much and their mother gone, he and Russ had had to grow up fast and learn to look after themselves.

"I didn't know my mum either." Callie mumbled. Her eyes had softened during Sam's story. They reminded him of sunflowers when she turned them on him. "She died when I was very young and my Dad was never the same."

"Damn..." Sam muttered, "sorry to hear that."

Shrugging, she told him in an upbeat voice that hey, it could be worse and that;

"Everything that happened has lead me here. To meeting you and Russ." And Sam couldn't help but return the smile she threw him despite his sarcastic response that followed.

"Ah. Just when you thought your life couldn't get any worse, am I right?"

She snorted a laugh and leaned over to bump his shoulder playfully.

"Very funny!" And she kept her body leant lightly against his as she continued, her features adopting a more serious, yet still smiling, expression. "No, I'm really glad I met you guys. I've really enjoyed living with you."

Her words made Sam feel like he'd just done another tequila shot; warm inside and a little hazy.

"So far." He responded teasingly, suddenly aware that she had just rested her head against his.

"So far." She playfully bounced back.

They both then lapsed into a strangely comfortable silence filled only by the bass of the music outside the room.

And when she and Sam yawned simultaneously, it was finally time to get some rest. Even the party goers in the lounge had switched the music to a more relaxing lo-fi playlist.

Shuffling down together, after Callie switched off the lamp and Sam set his glasses aside, they settled comfortably beneath the sheets.

Sam drifted quickly off to sleep with the light scent of jasmine in his nose and the gentle feel of Callie's breath on his skin.

Outside, birds were singing into the late morning sun as it's rays cascaded through Callie's open window. Her eyes creaked open and glimpsed the cloudless sky. Grumbling, she decided she wasn't quite ready to greet the world yet and let her eyelids fall back shut.

When she re-awoke a second time around, the clock on her bedside table told her it was 1pm and the gentle sound of snoring reminded her she wasn't alone.

Turning over, she immediately came nose to nose with Sam's peacefully sleeping face. His white hair hung messily in front of his closed eyes and his lips were slightly parted. At this proximity, she noticed he had a single freckle above his top-lip. She resisted the urge to poke it.

The slow rhythm of his breathing made her smile; it was nice to see Sam actually benefiting from a good night's rest- she was so used to seeing him dead on his feet. Not wanting to disrupt his slumber, she quietly slipped out of bed and tiptoed out of the room. After a quick wash, she made her way into the lounge, driven by the need for coffee and toast.

Pausing briefly to glance into Russ' room, the door having been left slightly ajar, she noted that he too was still fast asleep. Therefore, when she stepped into the kitchen to see two figures sat at the breakfast bar, she couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"Yo..."

A topless Touya smiled at her from over his glass of lemonade.

"Tell Sam when he wakes us that this shit isn't actually all that bad," he wiggled the beverage in question.

"Oh...sure, yeah." Was Callie's awkward response.

But the request needn't have been made, for Sam had just entered the room behind her, his t-shirt creased and his feet in slippers. He stopped at Callie's side, his face a deep and drowsy frown as he looked from Touya to the brunette next to him.

Filling the awkward silence that followed, Touya spoke up. "Oh, this is, erm..." He paused as he gestured to the young women at his side, his face vacant as he began to wrack his brain. "Cheyenne?"

"It's Jessica." She retorted through a mouthful of toast.

"Ohh, right. My bad. Cheyenne already left."

Callie refrained from pulling a face in Sam's silent direction. So his friend had taken not one, but two girls to his bed? Gee...new sheets were clearly in order. But then she remembered;

"Oh, Sam. You have work today, don't you?"

Her roommate nodded somewhat gloomily as he poured himself a coffee, he still hadn't said a word.

Then Touya turned and spoke to him.

"Mind if I come with?" He asked, rocking on his chair.

Sam kept his back to him when he replied over the toast he was currently spreading butter onto, "only if you pay for your hotdog this time."

Callie saw Touya grin slyly.

"Anything for you, Sam my dear."

And when her roommate turned back around with buttered toast in hand, he was smiling that lazy grin she liked to see. Honestly, she didn't quite understand his and Touya's friendship, but was simply thankful to see Sam's dimples again. However, those dimples soon disappeared again when Touya added;

"Oh, and I'll pay you back for the lamp we broke."