It took three in a half Scream movies from the franchise, one mug of chamomile tea, and at least four tall glasses of warm milk with honey and cinnamon in it to finally lull Izuku back to sleep completely. And by this time, it was nearing dawn and some of the students and teaching staff were already up and about.

Toshinori himself was still firmly rooted to the couch paying little mind to them while occasionally making shushing sounds when someone got a little bit too rowdy or noisy. And he wasn't one hundred percent sure, but he thinks that he may have accidentally punched Present Mic when he jumped over the back of the couch in an effort to grab a seat next to him.

All he really recalled of that was his hand shooting out and Present Mic going flying and slamming into the wall all the way across the room. Which is a fair distance away. And while the man didn't seem overly injured by the hostile act, he had apparently been curious about why exactly Toshinori had done such a terrible thing to him.

However upon coming back over to give the man a piece of his mind, his words died on his tongue as soon as he saw the small figure curled up sleeping on the couch where he would have landed if the blond hadn't have done something to prevent it.

There, half buried beneath a nice warm blanket with her head resting on Toshi's stomach, her small body curled up against his side with one of the older man's hands resting in her long silken hair, was Izuku Midoriya. The kid looked like she had just managed to doze off.

And Toshinori- well he turned bloodshot eyes to him and glared for a moment as Present Mic seated himself on the small coffee table a few inches from the couch and said more to himself than anyone else, "She looks like she's had a rough night."

Toshi didn't respond at first, but when he did he replied in a tired tone. "Hn, she had a nightmare. A really, really bad one if the reaction I got from her upon waking was any indication. Damn near gave herself a concussion trying to put some distance between us. She was shaking and crying..."

Present Mic made a small sound and muttered, "Poor kid." When Aizawa's voice pipped in and he asked as he peered over the back of the couch,

"When did she manage to doze off again?"

"A little while ago. We've been up watching horror movies since she had her nightmare at two a.m."

"Horror movies? Really?" Aizawa asked in a stupefied tone, his expression matching his tone of voice for once. He couldn't fathom someone living out their own personal hell and then turning around and wanting to add to the demons already in their head by watching horror movies.

It just didn't make sense to him. Or at least that was thinking until Toshi shrugged slightly and said, "She finds it therapeutic. And after last night I can sort of understand why. There are a lot of slasher/monster films where the hero or heroine goes medieval on someone or something's ass. It's probably how she's feeling right now."

"Medieval?"

"Wouldn't you feel that way in her place?" Toshi asked as he turned his head to give Aizawa a strange look that the man couldn't quite place.

"No- because I would have shoved the little bastard down several flights of stairs until his neck was broken and made it look like he tripped."

"Well, it's convenient that you would think it's so easy to deal with something like that," Toshi snapped at him before falling silent again for several moments in an effort to calm himself so that he didn't wind up waking the girl before simply going on to say, "But Izuku didn't have that luxury, otherwise- I'm sure that she would have."

"Nah," Present Mic said softly, his expression filled with nothing but fondness for the girl as he reached out with one hand and paused in mid motion to eye Toshinori for a moment as if he were worried the man would rip his arm off for what he was about to do.

So he felt more than a little bit skittish when the man gave him a narrow eyed look that practically screamed, Fuck with my kid and I'll fuck up your face, as he nervously went ahead and finished what he had originally intended to do.

Turns out that while they had been talking, Izuku had shifted ever so slightly and the blanket over her body had slipped from it's resting place a little bit and he'd just been trying to straighten it for the kid's watch dog so that he wouldn't have to move any.

"Shouldn't you take her back to her room?" Aizawa asked finally asked curiously as he rested his elbows on the back of the couch. "You know, so that she isn't bothered by any of the kids once they wake up and start moving around for the day."

"He's right Toshinori- those kids can get damned loud." Present Mic said.

Toshinori merely ran his fingers through Izuku's hair and muttered, "I'd love to," Unfortunately having the girl sleep on him in this position seemed to have pressed a bit much on his bladder and now he was too afraid to move so much as an inch for fear of wetting himself. Of course his friends didn't need to know that so he simply said, "But my legs are numb."

Good lie, brain. Nice going! Toshinori thought to himself as Aizawa moved around from behind the couch and swiftly but carefully removed the teen from where she lay and said, "I'll take her. Besides, you look like you could do with a few hours of sleep, Toshinori."

"What about your class?" Toshi asked curiously as he absently rubbed at the place where Izuku's head had lain mere seconds before as he watched Shota subtly shifted Izuku in his arms for a moment. Fixing it so that her head didn't droop over the side of his arm like it was at the moment.

"Present Mic can watch them for today-"

"Hey! Don't just go deciding such things or I'll tell Nezu that your skipping work!"

"Go ahead, he won't do anything to me since I've already been cleared to help Toshinori," Aizawa deadpanned at Mic before then turning back to Toshi and tacking on, "And I'll help you keep an eye on the problem child."