Aizawa was tired. No, this was more than tired. He was exhausted. He wanted to curl up into his sleeping bag and let the day pass. But it was a Thursday, and he had class. And then patrol. Would the day ever end? It was bad enough that everyone was louder than normal, some kind of festival or something in the city they were talking about. Midnight said as she poured some coffee, "Are you going to attend? Mic's DJing."

"No." She frowned at his blunt tone, as did All Might.

"Are you alright, Aizawa?" Curse his bad mood and their concern.

"Yeah, Shota. You're usually grumpy, but that tone was-" His anger flickered, and he said sharply,

"I'm fine. You both have a class." He stalked away. He'd apologize later, after he slept. Oh, man: he had babysitting duty tonight as well. He swore quietly, then entered his class. They were rowdy as usual, and he snapped at them more than he meant to, but he was too tired to deal with Bakugo's yelling and Kaminari's off-topic comments. At lunch, he headed to the library, planning on hiding above the bookshelves, so he could get an uninterrupted nap. He jumped as arms wrapped around his chest and pinned him to the spot. He was not in the mood to deal with Mic: he was tired and irritated. "Mic, I swear if you scream in my ear-"

"Just giving you a hug, Sho. Bad week?"

"…I'm just tired."

"Okay. You can sleep in my office: Bakusquad is in the library." Shota let Mic lead him to his nearly empty office, and he curled into his sleeping bag as Mic handed him a pillow. "I'll wake you up after lunch."

"Thanks, Zashi." He fell asleep pretty quickly, exhaustion claiming him. It was too short, but he was gently shaken away. "Already?" Mic smiled.

"Yeah, Sho. Don't strangle anyone!"

"Don't talk anyone's ear off." Mic laughed. The day did not improve. By the time the bell rang, Aizawa's eye was twitching, he felt like he could murder something and not regret it for the moment, and everyone had picked up on his bad mood. He was grabbed around the chest again, arms pinned to his side. "D*** it, Mic, I have patrol-"

"Ectoplasm took your shift. I took the shift for the dorms with you, and I can grade the 3 papers left. Get some sleep: if you don't, tomorrow, someone's going to die, and I'm not helping you to hide a body. That's the friendship line I draw." Aizawa laughed softly, more a scoff than anything else. Mic let him go, and they headed to the dorms. Aizawa laid down in his sleeping bag, and he heard Mic sit down at his own desk, shuffling the papers around quietly. Whenever there was a slight noise, Mic went to investigate, so the door was open and closed a lot, but he knew he was safe with Mic, as were the kids, so quickly fell asleep. He woke slightly when the bed shifted. "It's just me, Sho. You were shivering, so I put some more blankets on you."

"Thanks, Zashi…" He muttered before falling asleep again. He woke to more shuffling. "Mic?"

"Yeah, it's me. Forgot something in here-"

"Desk…"

"Right, thanks! You feeling better?" Aizawa nodded, sitting up with a stretch. "Good! You're practicing self-care this morning!"

"Wait, no-" He was pinned by Mic against the wall as the man glared at him. "Mic, stop-"

"You need a shower, then I'm brushing your hair, and there's no point arguing, because all of your clothes except what you're in-which is the same thing you've been wearing for 4 days now-are in the washer. Am I clear?"

"You really think I care if I wear this for a fifth day?"

"No, but I do think you care about the hair gel I put in your hair." Aizawa reached up and felt the patch of matted hair mixed with a sticky substance. Mic gave him a smile as Aizawa scowled.

"D*** it, Mic…"

"So?" Aizawa pushed the thin man away, grabbing a towel and storming to the shower. "Good choice!" He grumbled, but it was nice to take a shower, even if he was being forced to in order to get the gunk out of his hair, and it was kind of Mic to wash all his clothes, too. But still, he could have asked or mentioned his plan beforehand. No, he would have hidden a pair of clothes and refused to sleep if he'd mentioned that, Aizawa reasoned as he dried off. He came out with Mic putting his ridiculous hairstyle in order.

"Why do you insist on doing that?"

"It's the look, Sho! Respect the drip." Aizawa paused, looking at Mic in horror.

"Tell me you didn't just say that."

"Oh, I did. You think Kaminari-kun is the only one who's introducing the kids to American slang? That's the best way to clapback." Aizawa groaned, holding back a snicker as Mic tackled his own hair with a brush. "Now, are we going to yeet the day, or is the day going to yeet us?"

"D*** it, Mic, stop!" Aizawa snorted.

"Hey, I got to flex somehow, and I'm not swol like you are." Aizawa gave out a full-belly laugh, making Mic join in.

"You're such a shill."

"Hey! I'll have you know I am not a sellout, you sleezecore!" Aizawa snorted, losing himself to laughter again as Mic exclaimed, "BOOMSHAKALAKA!"

"You are ridiculous!"

"Yeah, but I still made you laugh, which I consider a win." Aizawa sighed as Mic finished brushing his hair, turning to give his oldest friend a deep hug. "Told you that you can't hide things from me. I know you too well."

"Thanks, Zashi. I really do appreciate it."

"Now let's go seize the day!" Aizawa much more slowly followed the energetic man, masking his smile. He couldn't express how glad he was for meeting that doofus. But now he had a class to teach, and a few teachers to apologize to for his shortness.