The whole school, it seemed, at least his dorm mates in 1-A, wanted to know why an explosion happened earlier in the week. Bakugo was talented at staying away from his friends and isolating. He didn't like taking baths. He never did. Even as a little kid. It gave him an urge to pee and felt too safe and womb-like. Gross. He stood and hoped that he would be able to hear the water as it poured off his body, but he instead stood in silence. Nothing. There was a flicker of the lights and a hand. Katsuki knew from the leather up to the wrists it was Mic. Oh Great. Another lecture. He thought, grabbing a towel and stepping fully out of the tub. He opened the door and frowned. It was colder outside the doorway and he instantly missed the heat of the bathwater, which was semi-hypocritical. Mic waited for the door to be opened and saw Bakugo, frowning, clad in a towel.

"Suspension is up tomorrow morning. You need to be in bed for school. It's 11pm." Yamada signed.

Katsuki splayed his fingers and tapped his thumb to his chest. "Fine."

"Goodnight." Mic signed.

Bakugo waved and shut the door.

Back in the dorms, Kaminari was giving everyone hell- not even maliciously was the worst part- he was just pestering the other students.

"Dude. GIVE UP." Kirishima advised, chilling on the couch with the others. Ojiro was dead asleep on the couches and Hagakure was playing with his tail. Everyone was tired while Denki pushed random buttons on the television remote, changing channels of static repeatedly and so abruptly it could give an epileptic a seizure.

"Let's just GO to BED." Jiro sighed. "What are you even looking for?"

"Shut up! My man's on a QUEST." Minetta said, excitedly.

It clicked. "Oh my God." Kyoka groaned. "I forgot. You TWO are SUSEPENDED from electronics for watching porn in the library! You're trying to get explicit content."

Minoru and Denki tried to shush her and the TV blared louder than ever on accident. Mashirao awoke. They turned it off as Toru fake gagged. "Ew. That's why your boyfriend is still a total perv. A man-child."

"Bitch, please." Jiro sighed.

"Language, girls!" Mt. Lady said, walking down the hallway. "WHAT is happening? You're all just chilling here? I don't believe it."

Ojiro woke up and pulled his tail away, gently. "Don't look at me. The TV woke me up."

Takeyama sighed. It was tiring being an adult. "Go to bed. Now, please."

The teens all grumbled and when the final door closed, Yu sat down and clicked the remote to turn it back to the home-screen. An adult channel played LOUDLY and two doors opened back up.

Now, Mt. Lady, too, understood what the teens were up to and she whipped her head over to see Minetta drooling and Kaminari blushing.

"UGH!" Takeyama slammed the television off of and expanded to be able to lift the flat screen OFF the wall after violently unplugging it and carried the television away.

"OUR T.V.!" Denki wailed, falling, dramatically, to his knees.

"You can have it back in TWO weeks!" Mt. Lady chastised. She then took it down into the elevators.

Bakugo pressed his student ID card against the magnetic reader, but the glass doors did not open. He couldn't tell if they were even clicking "unlocked" or not. Deaf and annoyed, he went around the back of the building to find out if he could get in by using his quirk to launch himself onto his balcony, like he used to do to get to-and-from in the good old smoking cigarette days.

He wasn't sweaty enough however, and that landed him close- but not close enough- as he instead landed on Kaminari's porch.

SHIT.

He couldn't hear it, but he could see his friend's bare ass in the single candle that flickered. Mood lighting. Great. Katsuki hadn't anticipated trouble, or he'd have brought his phone, but what was he going to do in the tub? Listen to music? Annoyed and disgusted he did what no one should do: he knocked.

Jiro screamed and Denki jumped. They wrapped up in sheets and blankets and scrambled for the lights. Kaminari cracked the front door and Bakugo watched him shrug when finally, Jiro found Katsuki in pajamas and a sweatband, cock-blocking them from the balcony. She slid the glass door open and slapped him across the face. It got his ear.

Katsuki would have taken the slap but air was forced into his poor gauze-stuffed ear canal some-fucking-how and he dropped to the floor in pain. Kamianri came to the back door and scratched his head.

"Bakugo?"

Katsuki got up, one knee at a time and righted himself with his impaired balance. Kyoka sighed and stood him up straight.

"You cock-blocking son of a slut- what is WRONG with you?!" She whisper-shouted, knowing she was not meant to be in her boyfriend's dorm.

Bakugo pointed at his ear and lifted the edge of his sweatband. A dot of wet blood had formed from the change in pressure, thanks to the slap.

"Come in." She said, grabbing him by his robe lapel and dragging him in. She stammered questions at his back, but he just wanted out and as she finally said her final "No- don't just walk away! You're hurt, I'm sorry, but what the fuck?!" He slammed the door and took the stairs down. When he got to his door, he texted Kaminari:

I went deaf in my own explosion. Left keycard in dorm.
Not enough sweat. For fuck's sake: use protection.

Lights flickered. It was his tired U.A. "parents" Mic and Eraserhead. They flickered his lights again and Katsuki grunted a harsh "Nawooo!" - NO.

They both came in, signing.

"WHERE WERE YOU?" "12 AM!"

Bakugo said nothing. Signed nothing. He instead, turned his head, adjusted his head band, and slammed his face into a pillow to SCREAM. Primal. Shrill. Chilling.

Aizawa grabbed the boy's shoulder and yanked him backwards. Opening the jaw and forcing a change of pressure like that was bad for his eardrums and the now-louder screams were bad for everyone's. But instead of continuing to scream, Katsuki yelped in a surprise twinge of pain that came from the sound's bone-resonance in his ears and the ringing grew worse. He, in exchange, slumped to his side- and cried. He sobbed. Hizashi and Shota knelt by Bakugo's bed and tried EVERYTHING to calm him down. They were glad the door was shut and the sobbing was not too loud, but mostly it hurt their heart because Katsuki acted as-tough-as-they-come, but here he was, defeated. By his own doing, no less.

Mic had his hearing aides in. He called Midnight and asked her to watch the dorms, while "he and Sho would walk the terror around the school grounds to calm down."

Midnight was doing rounds on the third floor, where she was currently curious as to why there was no TV. "Yeah, but 'the terror' is Bakugo, right? He doesn't seem the compliant type. Is someone crying down there? Hitoshi is changed and asleep..."

"Yeah, long story. The terror is currently deaf. Gotta go. Thanks a bunch." Yamada said before closing out the call.

Mic turned around to see Bakugo standing and clutching a pillow. They were going to take him to the clinic and get him something sweet and see if Recovery Girl was on an overnight shift.

When they arrived outside, Aizawa signed. "Look, stars."

"Yeah, no shit." Katsuki sniffled and signed. He seemed to be calmed by the walk to the clinic, where he refused ice cream they found in the freezer, but he did accept a spicy bowl of instant ramen. He ate and the time was 12:48. Finally, they brought him back, he brushed his teeth, and they ALL finally got to sleep.