Shinsou yawned, edging his way to the next class. He hadn't slept in a few days, but it was fine: he had more work and a lot studying to do. He almost ran into Aizawa, who raised an eyebrow. "School ended 20 minutes ago. Why are you still in the building instead of the dorms?" It ended? Huh. Maybe he was more tired than he thought.

"Lost track of time, Sensei." Aizawa stepped to the side, but Shinsou could feel his eyes watching him race towards the dorm. Shinsou entered his room and closed the door, yawning loudly. Maybe he could take a nap, then study? No, he had work to do. A few dazed hours later of struggling, muffled swears through his chewing eraser and grumblings, he heard a knock on the door.

"Hey, listener!" Oh. Great, it was Mic. Why? Why couldn't he not have to deal with a loud mouth for ONE day? He opened the door and found Mic holding a bowl of rice and chicken and more in a container under his other arm. "Aizawa was worried when you didn't come down for dinner, and I know you don't have food stored in your room, so I made you some! Have you slept at all in the last month?" Shinsou shrugged, going to grab the bowl. Mic held it away. "You need to sleep, Shinsou-kun." He released the bowl into Shinsou's grip, and Shinsou slammed the door closed, grumbling quietly. He could hear Mic giving bowls of chicken and rice to everyone who hadn't come for dinner. The loudmouth was nice, but Shinsou wanted peace and quiet for now. He slowly ate it as his eyes glazed over the material again. Wow, this was good: did Lunch Rush make it? Or was he so exhausted store-bought tasted good? Actually, when was the last time he ate? He shook his head clear, glaring at the material in an attempt to focus. It was unsuccessful. He swore quietly again, gnawing on his chewing eraser. The door was knocked on again, and he threw it open, annoyed at this point.

"Mic-sensei, I am fine!" He then saw it was Kaminari and Ojiro, both looking surprised at his outburst. He turned a slight red, rubbing his neck. Check who it is before answering, he scolded himself. "Oh, sorry…can I help you?"

"Well, Mic was a little worried about you, so we decided to check on you." Ojiro nodded in silence: he still hadn't spoken to Shinsou since the Sports Festival. Not that Shinsou could blame him: he'd done something that wasn't very nice. He would ask in the future, if he could ever get the tail-man to talk to him again.

"I'm fine. Just a lot of studying to do and tired." It had slipped out before he could stop it, and he saw Kaminari's face looked really concerned. Even Ojiro seemed worried. Curse his tired, active mouth!

"Studying's really hard if you're tired, dude. Take a break and get some rest: it's not healthy."

"I'm fine. Have a nice-" Kaminari interrupted with a cheerful,

"Hey, why don't you watch a movie with me, Jiro, and Ojiro? Mic's supervising, but we did it so we could relax before finals." It was clear saying 'no' was not an option. Shinsou sighed, but grabbed his textbook and joined them on a couch, glaring at Mic who gave him a mischievous smile. At least have the decency to look ashamed, man! Jiro grabbed his textbook, snapping it closed. Shinsou glared at her in frustration.

"This is a study-free zone tonight, Shinsou. Take a break." He slumped, leaning on his elbow as the movie started. He woke up on the couch cuddling with Ojiro, who was also unconscious. His eyes went wide, and he saw Mic cleaning up the popcorn and bowls of food scattered around.

"What…" Mic answered quietly, barely over a whisper,

"Less than 2 minutes into the film, you were down. You just slept for 4 hours. Thank you, Gone with the Wind."

"You planned this." It wasn't an accusation: they both knew that for a fact.

"Yeah. You need to sleep, Shinsou, and if getting you to watch a movie with your classmates is the only way I can, I'll do it." Shinsou looked at the clock and saw it was 1 am.

"How are you awake?" The madman was always awake by 5 so he could get to the radio station.

"Gone with the Wind is one of my favorite movies, and I was chaperoning." He slung Ojiro and Jiro over his shoulder, grunting from the effort. "Go to bed: it's too late to be studying, and you need your mental awareness for training tomorrow." Mic disappeared deeper into the dorms with the students over his shoulder, and Shinsou walked to his own room, collapsing on his bed, not having the energy to ask where his textbook was. He woke up at about 6 in the morning, and found his textbook on his desk. He found Kaminari and Jiro studying with Ashido, and thanked them, rubbing his neck as they stared at his unkept mess of purple hair.

"Thanks for inviting me last night. Sorry I fell asleep." Kaminari laughed, as did Jiro.

"We weren't much better: I was out at the 30-minute mark, and Jiro was out at the hour. Ojiro was the same way." So Mic had pinpointed the most sleep deprived people in the dorms and got them to watch a long movie together? How did he do that kind of stuff? "You can always join Ojiro for studying: he doesn't talk during it, and his room is always the quietest." Shinsou smiled: he'd ask first, considering the Sports Festival.

"Thanks for the advice." He went back to his room, collecting his textbooks, and joined Ojiro in his room after he had given a nod of permission. Mic really was a meddler, but at least he cared enough to take a back seat once it was managed. And somehow, that hyperactive, nosy teacher was also the sweetest.