He TRIED. He tried so hard, damnit, but he still fell asleep on the bed.

Bakugo had played the most dangerous game that sleep could offer: The I'll-just-rest-my-eyes-for-a-second game. What it led to was waking up from a foggy nightmare with a sore throat and wet boxers. He punched the mattress, sending his busted knuckle shooting pain up from where it had been split. He cursed, quietly, before hearing a knock on the door.

"What?!" He shouted. Another knock. He softened his voice. "I'll be right there."

He changed his boxers and threw the sheets in the laundry basket, before tossing a towel over the wet spot. Why hadn't he just used a towel under him to begin with?! He sighed and opened the door.

"Hi." Shoto greeted.

"What do you want?" Katsuki asked.

"You were screaming in your sleep again." Shoto said, bluntly.

So that was why his throat hurt? He felt sheepish and darted his eyes down the hall. "Well did anyone else wake up?"

"Not that I know of." Todoroki shrugged. "Look, I wanted to give you something to help you out."

"Help me, IcyHot?!" Bakugo laughed. "I don't need your help."

"If you're tired of laundry, it would probably help. Why don't you let me help, Katsuki?" Shoto asked, making direct eye contact. "What could be so bad about getting help from someone who gets it."

"You don't get it." Bakugo scowled.

"Take it." Todoroki offered, handing over a bag.

"Whatever." Bakugo frowned, accepting the bag and closing the door on Todoroki's face. He angrily moved across the room to his bed and sat down, legs crossed, avoiding the wet spot. It was a folded mat and two folded pads of some sort. A diaper. He threw it at the wall. Enraged, the teen got up from his bed and pulled on some sweatpants. He went to go search for Todoroki and as he descended the stairs, he peered through the window and found the boy sneaking out of the building, using the door that the cleaning crews used to move trash and cleaning supplies.

"What the fuck are you doing, IcyHot?" Bakugo muttered. He followed, swiftly, but paused as he watched Todoroki stretching. Bakugo watched as his classmate lunged to the side, deeply, and moved his arms the opposite direction before bringing his hands to his heart's center and moving to the other side. Tai Chi. Bakugo recognized it because his father had tried to teach it to him to calm his mind as a child. Fuck calming his mind and Fuck Todoroki!

"Okay, so you might get it." He relinquished, angrily stalking across the grass. "Fuckin' hell." He grumbled.

Todoroki raised an eyebrow but kept on moving through his routine. "I told you. I get it."

"Why?" Bakugo demanded.

"My trauma belongs to me and only me. I don't have to share and I don't expect you to, either." Shoto calmly replied, speaking over his shoulder as he shifted his weight to the other foot and stepped.

Katsuki growled. "You think you've had it bad, don't you? You think that I'm weak, right?! Well fuck you, Shoto!"

"Watch yourself." Was all Todoroki said, as he slowly stopped. He straightened up. "It's not a competition."

But to Katsuki, everything was a competition. In his mind, if he was going to accept help, it had to be because he was in more need. "What? Daddy dearest burned your face?"

"No. That's not what happened." Todoroki replied. He looked up from the grass, where he had formerly been flashing back on the event that happened so many years ago. It was typical that he found himself staring off and 'waking up' moments later, having to tell himself that it's just an old memory. "Are you looking for a fight?"

"Always." Bakugo grumbled, cracking his knuckles. It was particularly muggy outside in the moonlit common green. That meant that he was sweatier than usual- not to mention the nightmare sweat. All of that worked to his advantage- more to alight from his body. He fired up his right hand. "Don't hold back, IcyHot."

"I won't." Todoroki replied, pushing one foot back to brace. He held his arm out and prepared to parry flames and ice with his classmate, but when it came time: nothing happened.

"Stop." Came a voice. "How did you get out here?" An all too familiar figure walked across the grass, hair raised, eyes glowing red, and pissed off. It was Aizawa. "It is two-thirty in the morning, and I received a report that two students had left the building. Tell me. How did you get out?"

"Maintenance Exit." Shoto answered, arms at his side, respectfully.

Katsuki scowled and raised an arm. "I just followed him."

"Follow me inside. You're both on house arrest. Two days each." Aizawa said, leading the boys inside. He pressed his ID badge against the front door panel and the boys filed in. "Right of the lobby, please. Second door."

It was a study room. They sat down across from each other. Aizawa slammed his hands on the end of the table. "What in the hell is going on?!"

Both boys jumped. Aizawa made a mental note to maybe not retraumatize the teens.

"I offered help to Katsuki." Shoto explained, calmly. "His anger is his own. I had no temptation to fight."

"He insulted me." Katsuki scowled, shoving the table.

"STOP." Aizawa said in a half-step quieter command. He looked at Todoroki.

"I offered my solution to him. That's simply my mistake. I attempted to help the un-helpable." Shoto replied, glaring daggers into Katsuki's eyes.

"Wait." Bakugo froze. "YOUR solution? You wear diapers?"

"To sleep." Todoroki clarified. "I have nightmares, too."

"Ha!" Bakugo laughed. "I can believe it." He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

Aizawa looked on, unimpressed. "So you're going to be doing laundry every night then, I see."

Bakugo swallowed. "You know?"

"Mm." Aizawa nodded. "The faculty has noticed a lot of changes. Particularly mood swings and your nighttime incontinence. It's nothing to be ashamed of. If you want to just launder your sheets every night, that's fine. But I had better not catch you sleeping in class from sleep deprivation." He sighed. "That being said. Goodnight. I'm tired."

The boys stood and filed out behind him before riding the elevator up to Bakugo's floor.

"Do you need me to show you how to put them on?" Todoroki asked in earnest.

"Wha- no! Fuck off. I'm not wearing a goddamn diaper. I'm no baby." Bakugo hissed, trying to keep his voice down as the elevator neared his floor.

Ding!

Katsuki stepped out. "You owe me a fight. Remember that."

"Hm." Shoto replied.

Once back on his floor, Bakugo went to switch his laundry to the drier. Couldn't hurt for one night. He figured, picking up the diaper from off the floor. At least now I won't have to do sheets…