Aaaaaand I'm back. Again. Hi there :P

I just want to say a quick thank you to those that reviewed my story! Your kind words are appreciated and motivated me to write another chapter. I was probably going to write another chapter anyways... BUT I started working on it pretty quickly thanks to the few reviews I got :)

ALSO. A huge thank you to those who favourited and followed! Those are also huge motivators and you deserve more credit! As someone who doesn't tend to review stories but follows and favourites like a mofo, I understand where you're all coming from.

You are all appreciated!

Now, I had more difficulty writing this chapter than I did the first one, so hopefully it isn't actually just complete shit (excuse my french. Not actually, I swear like a sailor ahaha). I also feel like I may or may not have overused brackets this chapter... but anyways. If anyone finds any mistakes or whatever please do tell me so I can fix it :P

One final thing!

...There may or may not be another chapter coming after this one. Probably, but it may not come as quickly as this one did since I don't actually have any idea where I'm going with this fic (I'm not good at multi-chapter stories. Like, at all. I just don't have the patience for it). I am certainly up for suggestions though!

Enjoy!

Momo didn't know how she made it through the day. Fortunately for her, Aizawa sensei didn't call on her at all, but whether or not it was because he noticed the bags under her eyes that rivalled his own, she wasn't sure.

She'd only ended up getting an hour and a half of sleep, and Momo considered showing up a few classes late to catch up on sleep, but her academic prowess tossed even the idea of missing class out the window the second she thought it. Sure, she'd take in less information than usual, but it was better than nothing at all.

She'd managed to get herself ready, properly this time (The last few times she didn't get much sleep she somehow always managed to dress herself poorly. Something was always either missing or inside out), save for the droopy eyes and slouched shoulders, she thought she looked decent enough. And she even got to class just on time.

Momo wasn't sure why she was surprised when she found Todoroki looked even worse than she did. But, even though he looked tired as hell, his posture—unlike hers—was still as straight as it usually was, chin still held high and everything. She didn't know how he did it, but she was impressed.

She wondered how much of the class he took in, because she certainly didn't take in much. She'd zoned out for most of the regular classes, scribbling a few notes here and there in an attempt to have something to help her the next day when she needed to catch up on everything she missed. Momo tried her best to pay attention during the hero courses, finding those to be the more important lessons of all, since she could probably catch up on everything else easily enough. Momo wanted to learn everything she could to improve her hero skills.

When she finally made it home, she all but collapsed on her bed, moaning to herself tiredly. But she couldn't sleep yet, she had homework to do. She supposed she could leave it for the next day, it being the weekend. Thank God (she'd need it to catch up on some much-needed sleep). But again, she wanted to at least try getting some of it done.

Luckily it wasn't much; just some science and hero studies. She did her homework the best she could, the fatigue keeping her from answering a lot of the questions to her fullest capabilities. She'd fix it after she got some sleep, she decided.

She glanced at the clock. Her homework had gotten her to 7:00pm.

Knowing she'd screw up her sleeping schedule if she went to sleep this early, she kept herself busy until dark. And when distracting herself with just her phone and some tv wasn't enough, her eyes drooping almost constantly, Momo ended up doing some cleaning, keeping active being the key to staying awake.

But there wasn't much to clean in the first place, having kept her room particularly clean for the most part. The best she could do was some dusting and sweeping, maybe some rearranging and organizing of things. But after that, she was left with nothing. So she double cleaned. Triple cleaned. Her room was probably the cleanest it'd ever be.

That's when she settled with doing some stretches, choosing to change into a different set of comfortable and more appropriate clothes for such an activity (because her uniform just wasn't going to cut it). But that didn't last her until nightfall either.

So, just like the previous night, Momo threw on her thick U.A. sweater, grabbed her keys and her phone this time, and left to take a walk. But this time, she knew where she wanted to go. To the roof.

It was still early, so she didn't expect him to even be there (if he was going there at all; she didn't know just how often he spent his nights on the roof), but when she went up the steps and pushed through the door, there he was. And just like the night before, she paused in her steps, surprised to find him there.

As his eyes watched her, almost like a curious cat, she felt her drowsiness fade away, her nerves spiking and making her hyperaware. Momo just hoped her nerves would go away later on when she did finally attempt to sleep; she really did need to get some rest.

Momo cleared her throat awkwardly, fiddling with the drawstrings of her sweater. She wondered if he minded that she came back. That she wanted to come back. Maybe he enjoyed the time he spent alone on the roof of the dormitory. And again, she considered leaving.

"Yaoyorozu," he greeted her. He didn't sound bothered."It's still early."

Did he expect her to come later? "Ah yeah." Tentatively, she made her way over to him and took a seat beside him, criss-crossing her legs instead of dangling them over the edge like she had yesterday. "I'm trying to stay awake until nightfall. Decided to take another walk."

The royal blue blanket she'd seen wrapped around him the previous night was back and held around his shoulders, but instead of leaning back on one hand like she remembered him doing, he was, from what she could make out around the blanket, leaning an elbow on one knee. He had one leg hanging over the side of the roof, the other bent outwards and pulled in close, like a half criss-cross. Also, the slouch was back, though seemingly worse than yesterday due to his exhaustion.

Her eyes fell to the familiar thermos he held in his other hand, and then to the matching one that sat between them .

Todoroki must've noticed her confusion because he gestured down to the second thermos, tilting his head down towards it. "That one is for you," he said simply, answering her unasked question.

"For me?" She pointed a finger at herself.

He nodded. "Hot chocolate. I made an extra one in case you decided you wanted some tonight."

"Maybe next time," she remembered him saying to her when she declined his offer the night before. So he'd made a second hot chocolate just for her? Momo smiled warmly at him.

She did want some yesterday but was too embarrassed about the thought of taking a sip from the same thermos he'd been using, so she was rather happy she'd get to try some today (she always did like her hot chocolate).

She reached for the thermos, bringing it to her lips to take a sip. It was delicious. Did he add whip cream to this? "Thank you, Todoroki. It's really good."

But this answered her earlier thought. He was expecting her to show up tonight. She held the thermos closer to her chest, eyes drifting to the city ahead. The city lights were just beginning to turn on, the sunset still lighting the darkening sky.

"Do you think you'll sleep tonight?" Momo asked, tilting her head his way, but keeping her eyes trained on the city. Watching as the world around her got darker brought the fatigue back. She covered her mouth politely and let out a soft yawn.

"Probably."

She glanced over at him, finding him covering his own mouth to yawn, and she laughed lightly. Yawning was such a mundane occurrence, but Momo never thought she'd ever see Todoroki do such a thing. She supposed she thought too highly of him. Sure, he was an amazing hero-in-training, and his capabilities seemed incredibly high up compared to her own, but anyone was capable of something as simple as yawning. He was still human, after all.

She watched as he wiped the wetness from his eyes, trying but not succeeding to suppress a smile. "Judging from the yawn, I'd say you will."

He met her eyes and shrugged. "Could've been a chain reaction. Something about empathy?"

Momo nodded. "Yawning is known to be a form of showing empathy, yes, but that doesn't always mean you're not tired. You looked pretty tired in class today. You still do, really."

"I am tired," he confirmed, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

"But?"

Todoroki placed his thermos between them, glancing up at her. "But, that doesn't always mean I can sleep."

"Really?" She'd heard of people being tired and unable to sleep, but there were always reasons for it. She wondered what it was that kept Todoroki awake even when he was tired. "I wonder why."

He shrugged again, but something told Momo that he knew, and was just keeping quiet about it. Well, if he didn't want to share, she wouldn't pry. At least she could say that she tried.

She took another few sips of her hot chocolate. It really was good. "How did you make this?" She lifted her thermos. "I'd be interested in making some for myself."

"I can show you sometime," he offered after a few moments.

She was fine with instructions, but actually being shown was the next step up. So, Momo smiled happily, nodding in agreement but trying not to seem too eager. "Sure, if you don't mind, that would be great."

"Sounds good."

Silence fell over them, and the longer it went on, the more tired Momo got. Sitting on the edge of the roof where she could dose off (literally) and end up falling probably wasn't the best idea, but she didn't want to leave just yet.

Todoroki was watching the city when she looked over at him. She smiled to herself and leaned back, lowering herself to lay flat on the roof, kicking her legs over the side of the roof to hang with Todoroki's. And when she found the roof to be uncomfortable under her head (that, and her ponytail made it awkward to lay on), she lifted an arm and tucked it underneath her head, lying back on it.

The sky was getting darker, the stars revealing themselves as night drew nearer. She let out a contented sigh. If it were more comfortable, Momo would probably sleep out there. The fresh air, the light wind, the stars and city lights, she definitely understood how Todoroki found it so relaxing.

Todoroki wasn't sure how much time had passed before he turned to check on Yaoyorozu, but when he looked over at her, he found her laying down with her eyes closed, mouth parted slightly as she slept. At least, he assumed she was sleeping.

Her thermos sat next to her, but it wasn't steaming anymore. Just how much time had passed?

Pulling his leg up from over the edge, Todoroki shuffled closer to her, crouching next to her torso.

"Yaoyorozu?" He called quietly, pressing a gentle hand to her arm in case she was actually awake, trying not to scare her. When he didn't receive an answer, Todoroki gave her a light shake. So she was asleep. "Yaoyorozu."

He couldn't just leave her up on the roof all night, especially not right next to the ledge, but he also couldn't exactly just carry her to her room either. For one, He had no clue which room was hers, and he didn't like the idea of invading her space and going into her room without her permission. He was sure she had her keys on her somewhere, but he didn't want to resort to that unless he had to.

"Yaoyorozu." He gave her another shake and Momo groaned sleepily but didn't quite wake up. He shook her arm again.

Her eyes fluttered open slowly, squinting up at him in confusion. "Todoroki?"

He nodded, keeping his hand on her arm as she sat up. She rubbed at her eyes tiredly as she did so. "You fell asleep."

"Oh." Her voice was scratchy from sleep. "Sorry about that…"

"It's fine. But come on," he got to his feet and held out his hand to her. "I'll walk you back to your room."

"You don't have to do that," she said, but took his hand anyway, letting him pull her to her feet.

She swayed slightly, but Todoroki kept a firm grip on her hand until he was sure she was steady (he didn't want her to accidentally tip over the edge of the roof), her hand coming to rest on his arm in her attempt to balance herself. She mumbled a grateful thank you and walked with him to the door, her hands falling back to her sides.

Todoroki discarded the blanket and left the thermoses behind; he could always come back for them afterwards. He opened the door and stepped down the first step, holding it open as Yaoyorozu followed suit. He would've let her go first, but a part of him worried about her tripping and falling with how tired she was.

Yaoyorozu seemed to do fine getting herself down the stairs, her eyes watching her steps carefully, though tiredly, every time he looked back to check on her, but as soon as they got on the elevator, her eyes started drooping again, head falling forward slightly. Todoroki pressed the button for her floor and stepped back to stand next to her against the back wall.

They began their descent, Todoroki's eyes finding the relatively clean mirror and watching Yaoyorozu in the reflection. He watched as her eyes blinked slowly, each blink getting slower and slower. And then he watched her form shift closer, until he both saw and felt her press against his arm.

He looked away from their reflection to look directly at the dark haired girl nestled against his side. She was still holding her head up, but the blinking had stopped, her eyes now closed soundly. Did she actually fall asleep standing up?

She was warm against him, and usually he'd be bothered by the close proximity, but for whatever reason, Todoroki found he didn't mind. So, instead of clearing his throat uncomfortably like he usually might have, he lifted his head to look up at the floor number displayed above the doors, accepting the extra warmth and weight against his arm, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

There was a ding when they stopped at her floor, the doors sliding open. He nudged Yaoyorozu with his arm lightly, and her eyes reluctantly peeled open again, glancing up at him tiredly before stepped away from him. He didn't think she even noticed she was leaning on him, she was so tired.

He stayed a step behind her as she led him to her room, coming to a stop in front of a the last door on the right. Retrieving her keys from her pocket, Momo fumbled a bit when she tried to stick it in the lock and missed. She grumbled something under her breath that he didn't quite catch. The sight almost made him chuckle.

Almost.

When she finally managed to unlock her door, she swung it open, turning back towards him. She flashed him a tired smile, cheeks pinker than usual. "Thank you. For walking me back." A pause. "And for the hot chocolate."

He nodded once. "You're welcome."

"Right, okay, um," she managed, stumbling a bit. "Goodnight, Todoroki." She reached for the doorknob, taking a step further into her room.

He nodded again. "Goodnight, Yaoyorozu."

And then she was closing the door.

Momo didn't even bother changing into her pyjamas, slipping under her duvet still in the workout clothes she'd changed into earlier. She did, however, reach up and pull the elastic free from her hair, letting the long black locks of hair fall around her on her pillow.

She nuzzled into her pillow, more than ready for a good nights sleep, when she felt her phone buzz from the pocket of her sweater. Though tired, her curiosity got the better of her, pulling her phone from her pocket and lifting it out from under the blanket to look at it.

When she noticed Todoroki's name listed above the text message that lit up her screen, her tired eyes almost bugged out of her head. She didn't expect him to be the one to text her first. Most of their conversations were driven by topics she'd brought up, by her questions and inquiries. Todoroki wasn't known to speak unless spoken to in most cases. She was truly surprised.

Dark eyes read over the words.

Two simple words that made her heart skip and beat and a happy smile grow on her lips. She could hear him saying it, his voice lacking emotion, but words not uncaring.

'Sleep well.'

P.S. Seriously though, if anyone has any prompts or requests for one-shots or for this story, I'd love to hear them!