A/N: Dropping by to say there won't be a Monday update next week. I've got Mock Congress work to deal with, and while I do have those drawings finished, I want to be able to stay 3 or so chapters ahead consistently. One of the upcoming chapters is going to be almost completely illustrated so it can go on Instagram, as it's an important plot point. Since that's taking me a while it means no update next Monday, though.

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Hitomi's headache had worsened by the time they had returned to the dorms, the girl heading straight for her room to try sleeping it off with a quick nap.

She woke up two hours later, still in her school uniform and feeling like shit. Her headache had gone away like she'd hoped, but now her nose was runny while her throat felt all scratchy.

Goddammit.

Hitomi changed out of her uniform, something falling out of the pocket of her skirt as she was putting it in her laundry basket. It was a blue piece of cloth, and Hitomi realized she'd forgotten to wash Todoroki's handkerchief like she'd promised.

Hitomi sighed, bringing the basket downstairs to the laundry room on the first floor.

She leaned against the walls of the elevator, the cool metal soothing her warm cheeks.

Please don't tell me I'm actually sick.

…

Hitomi pulled her clothes out of the dryer as soon as they were finished, the warm air flowing out of it only making her feel more sluggish.

As she was making her way to the elevators, she caught sight of Todoroki sitting on the couches, making her way over to him.

"Todoroki."

She placed her laundry basket on the armrest next to him, rummaging through her clothes before pulling out his handkerchief. "Here."

He took it, staring at it before looking back at her. "I said you didn't have to return it."

Hitomi fought the urge to cough, smiling at him. "It's fine! It's your handkerchief, I would've felt bad about keeping it…" She then looked away, blushing a little bit.

Not to mention what giving someone a handkerchief could imply, based on what anime's told me...

She grabbed her laundry basket, thanking him for letting her borrow it before making her way to the elevators. Unluckily for her, Mina had caught the exchange from the kitchen, squealing as she ran after her.

"What was that about~?" the pink girl smiled as Hitomi was waiting for the elevators. Hitomi coughed a little bit before glaring at her friend.

"If you think it's anything romantic, it wasn't. Todoroki gave me his handkerchief yesterday 'cause my nose was runny."

"Are you sure that was all it was~?" Mina teased, shooting Hitomi a smirk.

The elevator dinged, signaling it had reached the first floor. Hitomi huffed as she stepped inside.

"Yes. Now if you'll excuse me," she held up her basket filled with clothes, "I've got laundry to do."

Mina pouted as the doors closed, the elevator making its way to the fourth floor.

Hitomi struggled getting through her history homework, tapping her head with her pencil as she stared at the question. She'd finished folding her laundry pretty quickly, and was now trying to get through her homework since she'd napped earlier that day.

She'd breezed through English and Math pretty quickly, and was stuck on Modern Literature for a little bit before managing to pull through.

It was History she was really having trouble with.

Hitomi reread the question for the sixth time before throwing her pencil on the desk, rubbing her hands through her hair in frustration.

"Why does Midnight always pick such hard questions?" she groaned.

Her head dropped onto her workbook, Hitomi whining over how much trouble this was giving her. Her mind was too cloudy, unable to think clearly and come up with an answer.

She needed help.

Her phone was dead because she forgot to charge it, so she couldn't text anyone for the answer, and she would've used her computer to look it up, but her Wi-Fi connection was being janky and she would have to ask her brother Kinkata about that tomorrow.

Meaning she had to get up and out of her room if she wanted help.

Hitomi sifted through the people on her floor in her mind. Mina was probably still doing her homework, being one who tended to procrastinate. Uraraka was downstairs with Midoriya and the others, and if she asked Kirishima, they'd get off track, getting distracted talking about something else. She also hated to admit it, but she didn't think his answer would be right for the question that was giving her this much trouble. She wasn't familiar enough with Shouji to ask him, and she'd feel awkward, so that left…

Bakugou.

He has really good grades, so even if he's on house arrest, he'd definitely know the right answer.

Hitomi got up from her chair, holding her History workbook close to her as she made her way to his room.

He would get straight to the point too, so he's the best choice.

Hitomi stood in front of his door, intimidated. For some reason the idea of being in his room made her heart race-

Wait a minute…!

You're just asking him about an answer for the history homework, it's not as if you're gonna be studying in his room with him!

Hitomi shook her head, taking a deep breath before knocking on his door. She waited for a few moments before she heard footsteps approaching, the door suddenly swinging open.

Bakugou was standing in the doorway, his hair slightly damp with a towel around his neck. He smelled as if he'd just taken a shower-

Hitomi, what the fuck are you thinking?!

She was at a loss for words, giving him a blank stare.

"Whaddya want?!" Bakugou growled, snapping her out of her reverie.

"Ah-!" Hitomi blushed, looking away as she clutched her workbook. "I- I just wanted to ask you about the homework…"

Bakugou scowled at her. "Hah? I'm under house arrest, I don't know what the homework is."

"Uh- well, I mean- it's for history, so I was hoping you'd already know what the answer was since you're really smart…" she trailed off, staring at her workbook before Bakugou suddenly grabbed it, flipping through the pages.

"Well, first of all, a lot of these answers from today are wrong."

"Hey-!"

"How could you do this bad?" Bakugou snarked.

"I had to learn two completely different countries' histories, leave me alone!"

Bakugou scoffed, turning to head back into his room with Hitomi's workbook. He sat down at the table in the middle of the room, staring at her as she stood frozen in front of the doorway.

"Well? Are you just gonna stand there?"