Despite popular belief, Tokoyami did not get nightmares as often as one might think. When he did, however, they still, to this day, remained some of the most terrifying experiences in his entire life. And so, he could only assume what had happened when he passed by Kirishima's dorm room at three whatever-it-was in the morning and involuntarily gasped in surprise when there was a sudden scream.

Tokoyami shouldn't have even been there. For all his talk of loving the night, recent school developments had him receiving much less sleep than usual, almost to the point of insomnia and even Dark Shadow was starting to nag him about it. So, now that the weekend had arrived, he'd fully intended to finally get some proper shuteye. Sleep is the best meditation, as they say. Of course, old habits die hard, and soon enough, he was lying awake at three AM and unable to think of anything other than getting a drink of water.

As silently as possible, Tokoyami slid out of his room, carefully treading through the dorms' darkened hallways and being wary of his sleeping classmates along the way. Ducking into the kitchen and filling a glass of water, he tiredly started the trek back to his room in a sudden sleep-like daze, only now realizing just how tired he actually was. If he knew some of his classmates, they'd probably be shocked that he could even be sleepy.

"Wrong room, dumbass." Dark Shadow grumbled. "In fact, wrong floor. How the hell did we get here?"

Tokoyami couldn't help but wonder if his current state of sleep deprivation was causing his shadow to have such a foul mood all of a sudden. He then registered that Dark Shadow was correct and that he'd actually somehow ended up in front of Shouji's room. Thankful that he'd been corrected before making such an embarrassing error, he began to meander back the way he came, hopefully to his own dorm room this time.

Of course, he was suddenly very much awake when he passed by Kirishima's room.

It wasn't even blood-curdling. Just a startled yelp and a thud. An extremely startled yelp, but it wasn't like he was being murdered or anything (hopefully). But the absolute silence that followed made him feel especially uneasy. For a moment, he wasn't even sure what he should do. Should he check on him? Should he leave him alone? Should he inform someone? Save it for tomorrow? There were so many paths to choose from, and the question of whether or not it was even his business still stood.

Now, if the scream hadn't made him jump, the next door neighbor's door suddenly flying open with enough ferocity to nearly rip it off its hinges certainly did the trick.

With no regard for anyone else's beauty sleep, the explosive beast of class 1-A (no one needed to know that Tokoyami had unintentionally coined that term) came to a sudden stop in front of Kirishima's door and peered inside. The moment of caution only lasted less than a second before he was swinging the door open, albeit far more gently than a moment ago, and striding inside, completely ignoring Tokoyami's presence the entire time.

It was at this moment that Tokoyami noticed that the noise had already caught Shouji's attention, said classmate peeking three of his limbs out of his doorway to get a better view of what was happening. Tokoyami could only assume that after being Bakugou's neighbor for a few months, he knew better than to directly intrude on his business.

From what Tokoyami could see, Bakugou was now standing over Kirishima, who was curled up in a mess of blankets on the floor. His irregular and quick breathing was almost inaudible, but the rapid movement of his shoulders proved its existence. On closer inspection, it looked as if he'd hardened his skin some.

For a long moment, it was quiet, Kirishima struggling to catch his breath and Bakugou just watching him. Tokoyami couldn't see his face at all, so he had no way of gauging what expression he might be wearing.

Then there was a deep, tired sigh. "Which raid?"

Kirishima tensed harshly, and Tokoyami's eyes widened. It had been clear to him that Kirishima had suffered from a nightmare, but now judging from Kirishima's reaction, Bakugou had nailed it on the head, and thinking back, he could only propose two different instances that Bakugou could be referring to. Dark Shadow whistled in surprise, which earned him a silent berating.

Looking up slowly, Kirishima's eyes were glistening with unshed tears that he was fighting against vigorously. After a moment, a flash of realization crossed his features, and he practically deflated in what Tokoyami could only see as relief, a single sob escaping him before he once again fought back against his emotions.

"Kamino..." Bakugou sighed in understanding, and Tokoyami could only assume that Bakugou himself had dealt with his own horrendous version of that disaster. Bakugou moved closer to the redhead before crouching down to his eye level, flinching hard when he was instantly enveloped in a giant bear hug from the emotional teen, who began to sob into his shoulder.

"I-it... It was both." Kirishima said shakily, Bakugou tilting his head in slight confusion. "It felt so...so real. You were there, and...the League...and the Yakuza... A-a-and our rescue team...and Uraraka and Asui, too... I...

He breathed in hard. "My skin was breaking...and everyone else was dying... I reached out for you..."

He squeezed tighter, Bakugou letting out a small grunt, but not complaining otherwise.

"...I missed." he croaked, a hint of anger in his voice. "I fucking missed."

"Fucking hell, Weird Hair. It was a dream." Bakugou huffed, giving him a hardy pat on the back. "I'm here, I'm fine, I can take care of myself, and even though they're all a bunch of fucking morons, everyone else can, too."

When Kirishima gave him a questioning look, Bakugou snarled. "Kirishima, I will drag you out of this room and blast open every single person's door in this building just to prove to you that nothing is wrong. Now, go the fuck to sleep."

Kirishima wasn't exactly willing to let go at first, but Bakugou was eventually able to crawl out of his death grip. Dusting and straightening himself out with unnecessary force, Bakugou marches towards the door, only pausing to look back at the hardening quirk user, who was still huddled on the floor regaining his breath. With a slightly overdramatic groan, he turned back around with his arms crossed. "Look, I'll go get you water or some shit and we can fucking...talk it over some more or whatever, okay?"

Kirishima looked up at him with teary eyes and nodded. "If it's not too much trouble."

Bakugou huffed as he sauntered out, shutting the door more quietly behind him. Tokoyami could only be grateful for those who were trying to sleep at this late hour. At this point, he was so sleep-deprived that Dark Shadow had gone silent.

"Not one word."

Tokoyami startled, looking up into glaring red eyes. He hadn't even been sure that Bakugou had noticed him, having forgotten how inhumanly perceptive he could be. He pointed at him accusingly. "Not one word to anyone, Bird Brain, or I will fucking kill you."

He suddenly spun around. "And that goes for you too, Tentacles!" He semi-shouted, eyes darting in the direction of Shouji's room as said classmate's appendages suddenly disappeared behind the wall. Tokoyami allowed a slight smirk to grace his beak before looking down at the glass still in his hands, almost forgotten in the face of such fascinating events.

Tokoyami sighed. "Here."

Bakugou stared at the offered cup as if it'd just tried to bite him. Tokoyami suppressed a chuckle. "You said he needed water. I haven't drank from it, so it's clean, and I get the feeling that he needs you right now."

As if on cue, a soft, almost pitiful sob escaped the dorm room behind them. Tokoyami didn't miss the way Bakugou seemed to become tenser at the sound, almost impatient. With a growl and 'fucking die' under his breath, he violently took the cup from his hand, almost spilling its content all over the floor. "Not. One. Word."

"Of course."

With one final glare, Bakugou vanished back into Kirishima's room. For both of their sakes, Tokoyami wouldn't bring up the way he heard feet shuffling a little too quickly either. Satisfied and ready to pass out from exhaustion, Tokoyami finally began to wander back to his own dorm room, the promise of sleep far too strong at almost four in the morning.

The next day in the common room, when three chatterboxes would be smothering the redhead in affection with a grouchy blonde standing vigilantly nearby, Tokoyami would blame his staring on lack of sleep.