Wrangling a yay-moded Denki was a lot harder than it looked, and it was extremely difficult as Aoyama's stomach was twisting into knots still. Every few steps it felt like everything he ate since he was born was trying to flee the confines of his body, but he kept swallowing it down with a grimace. Aoyama kept one hand on his shoulder, leaning on Denki while also guiding him. That was the best compromise he could come up with. He didn't trust Mineta to handle him, and Toru seemed to be dozing off while walking, honestly, he worried that she was actually a sleepwalker. How spooky would it be if you ran into her in the middle of the night when she was unresponsive? Utterly terrifying.

"Bed," Aizawa ordered as they approached their home away from home.

Recovery Girl was away on a trip to some other hospital or something. Aoyama really wasn't listening when they were told she wasn't there at the on school clinic. Aizawa reassured them that besides a few scrapes and being exhausted the group seemed fine anyways. Even in Denki's case, he could just sleep off his 'Yay-Mode', as the class has taken to calling it.

While it was worrying to see him like this almost a whole hour later, sleeping always seemed to fix anything with him so it wasn't that big of a deal.

While not hurt and lightly bandaged, Aoyama was more annoyed his hero costume was taken away for repairs, except for his custom belt. That always stayed with him.

Aizawa 'kindly' held the door open, his eyes following the group as they walked into their school home, the bright lights blinding them at first.

"Don't sleep in tomorrow! You all have to clean up the living areas as punishment." He yelled in. "Top the bottom! Now I need a pre-nap before actually sleeping tonight. Don't do anything this dumb again."

Aoyama flinched back as the door was shut loudly behind them with a startling rattle.

Aoyama blinked several times, his eyes adjusting before he saw the new challenge ahead. All their classmates were standing in wait, full of questions and worries.

"Your text scared us all! Are you guys okay?"

"Whoa, so you guys did get into a fight? What happened?"

"You guys are all bandaged, did you not see Recovery Girl?"

"Wow, Denki is dumb again! How long has he been like this? Your text was a while ago."

"Why were you guys out there?"

"YOU BROKE SO MANY RULES!" Iida yelled while making a chopping motion with his hands. "As class president, it's my fault for not keeping a better eye on you! It's clear I must do a better job!"

"I'm glad you all made it out okay," Deku said encouragingly to offset Iida's incoming lecture. The short green-haired male was in his Pjs like most of the students. What time was it? How long were they gone?

"It could have been a lot worse. How did the battle go?" Deku was already taking out one of his notebooks to write down the details.

"Well," Aoyama started off with a happy hum. "If you must know, I'll tell you all the details! I'm simply the best at this sort of thing," he laughed at the cheering crowd while releasing Denki from his grasp. They were inside in a safe place, no need to watch him, plus maybe Denki would do something stupid and make everyone laugh even more.

Aoyama walked towards the living area, the large group following quickly, while the dazed Denki followed at a more leisurely pace, yaying the whole way with his two thumbs up.

"We just went out camping, to relax and enjoy the fresh air. It's hard to be dazzling all the time so I agreed to go," Aoyama sat down on the couch, leaning back on the soft cushion. He wasn't feeling as sick anymore, and he certainly couldn't show distress in front of the entire class. "I brought my costume because I just had a feeling, you know?" Aoyama lied easily. "Anyways we get to this nice area beside a cliff, perfect for blocking the wind and we start to set up camp and even a little fire because Toru brought some s'more supplies. We only wanted to be out for one night and enjoy the other dazzling stars which isn't a crime," he ignored the general annoyance from the group and Iida's strict glare.

"Well anyway, I guess we were followed because while we were settling down to rest and stargaze, boom! We were surrounded~!" he sang playfully.

"There were dozens!" Mineta interrupted, jumping up onto the couch, his hands held up in little fists, as if ready to fight. "Dozens upon dozens, they surrounded us and we were pinned back against the cliff. They weren't friendly at all, didn't even try to talk. One of them threw a knife at us. That's when-"

"That's when I used my dazzling quirk to hold back the main crowd," Aoyama playfully flicked his blond hair back, winking at the students.

"You all are ridiculous," Toru sighed and sat down. "It wasn't that grand… We were getting beat up pretty bad. I couldn't sneak off or do anything, Mineta was bleeding pretty badly after a bit. He managed to use those purple balls on his head to stop some of their fighters from moving. Aoyama really did his best," she continued, her invisible hands fiddling with her skirt. "It was really dangerous guys... Then Denki just yelled at us to get on the ground before he ran at them."

"Ah," Mineta mumbled and sat down, his small legs dangling off the edge of the couch. "Yea, it was really scary. He had his look on his face and I didn't like it."

"Then what?" Deku eagerly encouraged them, his pencil almost smoking with how fast he was writing.

"Well, what did you expect? I mean, look at him."

The general gaze of the class moved. Denki was now walking in a circle, mumbling happily to himself. "He got grabbed and with all the villains focused on him, he let loose. They started to drop like flies all around him!" Aoyama hummed softly.

"Except one," Mineta mumbled, catching the attention of Deku who stepped closer, a big grin on his face.

"Huh? Why didn't he fall? Was he really strong?"

"He was also an electric type I think," Toru answered before the two boys. She didn't want the story getting warped, especially if Deku was so insistent on notes. "Denki got grabbed and you could tell he was about to go out. I guess the villain made the mistake of directing the attack back at Denki because that just recharged him. Denki focused all of it on the villain and overloaded him! It was really scary, then Aizawa turned up… It was all over- hey watch it!" she yelled at Denki as he tripped over his own feet, landing face-first onto the floor.

Most of the students laughed, watching as the overloaded-Denki weakly rolled on the floor back and forth, yaying with his two thumbs up.

"How annoying," Bakugo scoffed, watching as Kirishima walked over and helped the yaying idiot back to his feet.

"Hey, be kinder Bakugo! He did an awesome job! I'll go put him to bed for the night." Kirishima decided after a moment. Denki looked like he really needed to rest and recharge.

"Yes, we should all go to bed," Iida encouraged quickly. "All of us, come on." Any chance to encourage everyone to bed was welcomed. It was hard enough keeping them in the building while they all eagerly awaited news on their missing friends.

Under the watchful eye of Iida and the help of Momo, not much resistance was put up.

Kirishima and Iida decided to take their time, to help Denki to bed properly instead of just shoving him off to his bedroom. Aoyama who couldn't help but feel concerned stayed by and watched by the doorway, leaning against the frame.

It was clear Denki needed a lot of help like this. Aoyama sighed softly, "watch out. He tends to go in circles like this and he doesn't look down at all." He just wanted to make sure everything was alright. He'll have to thank Denki tomorrow and he could only properly thank him if that blond was fully healed.

"Oh, thank you, Aoyama!" Iida said in his normal over the top voice as he grabbed hold of Denki. He looked around for a moment, then guided Denki over to his bed, having him sit down.

Denki wheyed softly, giving Iida two thumbs up, which he ignored as he started to untie the fried student's shoes.

"Where's his Pjs?" Kirishima asked curiously as he dug around in all of the drawers, messing up all the folded laundry he came across in his search. "Why does he have so many drawers of just shirts?"

"I don't know, but I'm removing his dartboard above his head so he doesn't try to grab it or anything- sit down," Iida ordered sternly as Denki tried to stand up. A firm hand on his shoulder kept him down, though Denki seemed to be putting up a struggle against it. A weak struggle, but it was the thought that counted, right?

"Do you two really need help taking care of little Denki here?" Aoyama laughed. "Honestly, so hopeless," he teased as he walked in. Aoyama grabbed the hairbrush off of the table and opened one of the last drawers Kirishima had missed. "It's in here, duh. His room is actually pretty organized. His shirts are sorted by color, just so you know. He keeps his Pjs in the drawer closest to his bed."

Aoyama strutted over to the bed, sitting beside Denki while Kirishima just stared. There was a bit of pride in Aoyama, he knew something one of Denki's supposed friends did not. Wordlessly Aoyama started to brush the blond's hair. Denki seemed to settle down, swaying and yaying softly as his eyes closed. He looked so tired now. Aoyama wasn't even halfway done before Denki was starting to nod off.

"Is that natural?" Iida asked as he leaned down, poking the black lightning stripe in Denki's hair. "I've been watching it for a while, and it never fades so either he gets it done a lot, or it's somehow natural."

"It's perfectly natural," Aoyama said proudly. "It's his fabulous mark. Everyone has one thing that's just simply dazzling and perfect, and this is his." He proudly observed the mark as he brushed it out. The way his hair naturally fell made sure the mark was crisp and clear on the edges like a stamp pressed on. It truly was a perfect fabulous mark.

"What's mine?" Kirishima grinned as he sat down on the floor in front of them, holding up the clean Pjs like an offering to Iida. "What's my mark then?"

"Yours is... Your eyes," Aoyama decided swiftly. "While your hair is amazing, something feels off about it. Your eyes though, that's all you. Now, how about you clean up the mess you made in this room? We have to be good classmates and friends when someone isn't feeling their best. Denki arms up." He put down the hairbrush and guided Denki's arms up, helping Iida remove his shirt before putting on the Pj top.

The wheying and yaying had stopped, Denki's battery was fully depleted. With him no longer fussing or causing trouble changing his clothes and putting him to bed went incredibly fast, and the clean up of the room was even faster with Iida's superhuman skills.

Kirishima went to Denki's desk as the other two walked around, double-checking every corner of the room for anything dangerous a stupid Denki might try to mess with, but everything was as safe as it could be. After some searching, Kirishima found a charger. This could help.

"I'll charge him up, he does this all the time so it should help." Kirishima walked back over, plugging the charger into the nearby outlet, then put the other end in Denki's mouth. The sleeping student idly chewed on the end in his sleep, rolling over onto his side as he nuzzled into the soft blanket and pillow.

As the odd trio left the room they glanced back, just to make sure everything was actually safe. The dartboard was removed and on the desk. All the drawers were pushed back in. Aoyama cleared off the floor in case Denki got up, and they left the curtains open so moonlight could come into the room. Everything looked fine.

The three bid each other goodnight, heading their own way with a content feeling.

Tomorrow, everything will be fine, like it always was.