"Good morning!" Deku happily called into the hallway as he left his room. He slept in a bit and he was sure everyone was downstairs, or at the very least waking up to enjoy the amazing weekend so there was no need to be quiet. That was the way it was supposed to be on a lovely Saturday morning, but instead, he could hear loud banging coming from the floor above him. Right above him actually. Wasn't that Denki's room?

Deku hurried to the stairwell, dashing up the steps with great speed. He didn't activate his quirk- surely it wasn't a huge deal. Even without his quirk running up the stairs was faster than calling for the elevator. He pushed the heavy door, hurrying into the hallway.

"Hey, what's going on?" Deku called out curiously. Everyone, even the girls, were gathered in front of Denki's room. Currently, Bakugo was trying to break the door down without completely destroying it, so he was shouldering the door which simply refused to budge. Deku nervously watched for a moment before looking up to Iida. "Why are we trying to break down the door? Is Denki okay?"

"He locked the door in the night and now he won't open up. At first, it was just Aoyama, Turo, and Mineta trying to pry it open. They wanted him to help clean the living areas which was their punishment, but he didn't come out. We've all tried opening the door without breaking it. We're mostly waiting for some sort of response, but he won't open the door or make a sound to let us know he's okay," Iida sighed softly, his hands stiffly resting by his side. "Jiro said she can hear running water which is drowning out the rest of the sound in the room. We decided to let Bakugo take over because Denki is his friend, I believe."

Deku nodded, turning back to the door with Iida.

"These doors are enforced," Bakugo growled while rubbing his shoulder. "Screw it, Denki can live without a door!" He lifted his hand, small explosions sparking in his palm as he warmed himself up.

"Wait, what if he's right behind the door?" Momo stepped between the door and Bakugo, arms spread to protect it. "If you blast it in you could hurt him."

"Get out of the way, I'm busting it down!" Bakugo yelled, as always. He stepped forward, shoving Momo to the side.

"DO NOT SHOVE YOUR CLASSMATES!" Iida yelled strictly as he moved forward. Momo seemed more annoyed than anything so she simply waved Iida down to calm him. No need to yell about everything this early in the morning, especially if it was just about Bakugo being a jerk, like always.

Deku moved forward to keep sight of the door as everyone shifted around, either stepping back or closer based on their own comfort of Bakugo's power. Not many were stepping closer, Bakugo was too unpredictable for most. Kirishima was right beside Bakugo, ready to charge into the dorm though.

Deku couldn't help but let his thoughts run wild. Why wasn't Denki up and answering the door? Denki was always up by now, even if he wasn't at 100%. Was the fight last night really that intense? It seemed normal, just the same old yay moded Denki. "He should be better by now," he murmured to himself. Denki was always better by now.

Bakugo growled lowly, observing the door for a moment before he reached down, grabbing the doorknob. "I'll be more careful for you weaklings," he hissed under his breath. His explosions were normally loud and this one was no exception. With one loud bang, the door swung open, a large burn mark on the actual door while the metal handle was shattered.

Kirishima bolted into the room, knocking into Bakugo's side in his haste. "Denki!"

"Watch it, you idiot!" Bakugo snapped, quickly following with Deku just a step behind.

The bedroom was in shambles. Denki's organized shelves were tipped over, many of the contents laying on the floor. The balcony doors were wide open, letting in the crisp morning air. For some reason almost all of Denki's shoes and hats were tossed out onto the balcony.

One of his dark blue curtains was ripped off the rod and wrapped around the shivering Denki. His actual blanket was nowhere to be seen- until they glanced towards his private bathroom and saw it half flushed with the toilet overflowing rapidly, the water soaking the entire bathroom and slowly making its way into his dorm. The dartboard Iida had so carefully moved aside was still on the desk, but all the actual darts were scattered about the room.

Denki was sadly slumped over on his bed with the now broken charger still in his mouth. He sniffled softly, head hanging as he shivered. His entire back was wet like he just fell into the puddle.

"Denki!" Kirishima hurried to his side, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him gently. "Hey! Dude, what's going on?" He practically yelled in his face.

"Kirishima, please be more gentle," Deku gently placed his hand on Kirishima's shoulder, worriedly looking down at Denki. The fried student just wheyed weakly, his head lolling over to the side. "He's still not better? Can someone grab him some dry clothes? We need to take him to Recovery Girl!"

"I'll help!" Iida marched into the room, stepping over the crumpled mess on the ground as he headed for Denki's dresser.

"Make sure to dress him up stylishly!" Aoyama called in playfully.

Deku resisted the urge to yell back about this not being the time, but the way Denki was trembling made him too concerned to really care about much else.

"It's okay now, let's fix you right up-" Deku flinched back as Bakugo's hand moved between them and Denki, multiply small explosions going off. Denki flinched back at first, his eyes shut tightly against the bright light, but as the heat of the quirk warmed him he seemed to relax more, softlying yaying once again. Bakugo refused to look at them, his eyes narrowed as he silently observed the room.

"Let's get these wet clothes off," Kirishima smiled at Bakugo, who said nothing. Without prompting the redheaded student started to pull away the ripped curtain to actually get to Denki. Hardly a fight was put up from Denki, though he did seem upset about his 'blanket' being removed.

"Dark Shadow, block it."

Deku turned towards the door, smiling as Dark Shadow covered the entrance completely so no one could look in. Denki didn't need to be on display to everyone as they changed his soaking clothes. Tokoyami was so thoughtful.

"Get that thing out of his mouth," Bakugo muttered. He pulled his hand back as Iida walked over with clothes, though Denki leaned forward to follow the warmth, the broken charger dangling like a limp noodle.

Deku grabbed the cord and pulled it away from Denki with ease. Changing Denki was more challenging, it was like trying to get a toddler to change more than anything. A really big, fussy toddler.

4 against 1 made it a lot easier at least, and once he was changed into some dry clothes Kirishima lifted Denki up like it was nothing.

"Awesome, let's get a move on!" He yelled triumphantly as he headed for the door. Denki yayed softly to join in on the excitement, giving two thumbs up while slumped over Kirishima's shoulder.

Dark Shadow cautiously moved aside, shrinking down to almost nothing as he cuddled back into the dark shadow that Tokoyami's jacket created. The crowd of students cautiously huddled around, all eyes on the yaying Denki as Kirishima stepped out. Deku quickly followed, keeping a close eye on everyone, but mostly Denki. He was just like last night, which normally wouldn't be an issue.

"We're heading out now!" Kirishima happily called out.

"I want to go, as Vice president I should have watched Denki closer." Momo moved forward. "He is my responsibility too."

"I want to go too, I can help keep track of him," Sero explained. "Denki is my friend anyways, I should have known something was wrong." Iida calmly watched as loud chatter overtook the class, everyone trying to defend their own reason for wanting to go.

"Everyone, listen up!" Iida said strictly. "I know you all want to go… So we all will. Class 1-A takes care of their fellow classmates!" Iida smiled, his chest swelled with pride.

Deku weakly smiled as the class cheered loudly. Honestly, this is what he loved about their class. They were one big family, really. A big messed up family with a lot to work on.

Denki yayed sweetly as Kirishima carried him, leading the whole class of A-1.

"Recovery Girl? I don't think she's here yet," the nurse working the front desk calmly confirmed as she checked on the computer. Deku leaned up on his tip toes, hands resting on the counter. He just couldn't stand still, he was anxious and wanting to get moving. "She's very busy but I'm sure she can spare a moment for your class when she arrives. What do you need to see her for?"

"Denki Kaminari needs to be seen at once," Iida informed quickly. "He is suffering an extreme drawback from his quirk and there is something gravely wrong!"

"No need to yell," the nurse sighed as her eyes drifted to Denki.

Denki was walking in a small circle, yaying gently. Sero had some tape wrapped around Denki's chest like a makeshift baby leash, just to assure he didn't sneak off somehow. Momo and Asui were standing nearby to catch him if he tripped, again. On the way over he got too squirmy for Kirishima to carry so they tried to let him walk all on his own. That didn't go as smoothly as they all hoped.

"Let me pull up his record then." the nurse hummed softly and turned back to the computer.

Deku nervously rocked on his heels, looking between Denki and the nurse constantly. The few moments of silence were dragging out and he could feel how anxious the rest of the class was too.

"So he's been seen a few times when his quirk goes haywire and he gets fried it seems." She looked back up. "It says an hour rest or some sleep tends to fix it-"

"We tried that," Deku interrupted. "We let him sleep all night and he's still like this. We need Recovery Girl to see him. He's never been like this for so long."

"No need to panic, it's fine- he's not in a life threatening situation. This isn't an emergency. Just wait one moment," she turned away from the group and picked up the phone.

Deku sighed and turned away, trying to calm his anxiety. He watched Denki closely, forcing a smile. Everything was going to be okay, he just needed to relax and focus on the bright side. Denki was safe and with them.

"Yaaay," Denki hummed as he wobbled towards Bakugo, arms outstretched for a hug.

Okay, he was mostly safe. "Denki don't!" Deku stepped forward to stop the incoming disaster, but Iida grabbed Deku's shoulder to stop him.

Denki happily hugged Bakugo, who stood still while grinding his teeth. The class seemed to be holding their breath, eyes on Bakugo. Surely even he angry Bakugo couldn't get mad and hurt Denki when he was like this, right?

"He's still cold," Bakugo finally spat out after several long seconds of silence. He refused to acknowledge the fact Denki was hugging him otherwise, even if the idiot was yaying and nuzzling right up to him for warmth.

"Okay," the nurse said. Deku turned back around, leaning back on the counter to listen.

"Well, she won't be back until tonight," the nurse sighed as she hung up the phone. "We can put him in a room for the meantime if he needs to be monitored." She stood up, smiling kindly.

Put him in the hospital for the day? That would be pretty safe. Deku nodded idly, glancing back to the class. Everyone seemed pretty uneasy. Everyone wasn't really meeting anyone's eyes and cautious glances were constantly being thrown at Denki.

"No," Bakugo said simply. "Denki is not staying here."

"He needs treatment," Mezo Shoji carefully spoke up. Under his white hair Deku could see his eyes drifting to the nurse for confirmation. "It'll be better for him."

To Deku it sounded more like a question than a statement, and the nurse seemed to think the same.

"Since there isn't anything majorly wrong he'll mostly be laying in bed, and at most we might administer fluids if he refuses to drink in this state-"

"He'll drink whatever I shove down his throat. If it's not needed he's not staying here. Call for us when Recovery Girl actually gets here." Bakugo growled and turned away, one arm wrapped around Denki's shoulders as he forcefully dragged him away. The tape still around Denki tightened and Sero nearly tripped over his own feet as he hurriedly tried to catch up so he wasn't being dragged behind like a disobedient dog. Kirishima seemed pretty happy with the outcome and happily followed Bakugo without complaint.

In some odd sense of relief, the class of A-1 seemed to let out a collective breath they've all been holding.