It was true that you were not the best with work ethic. You worked hard but you definitely were a procrastinator. It just seemed so easy to push things off until the end. Maybe it was because it hadn't come back and messed things up. You always got away with it and still passed your classes with high colors. Assignments were just easy for you to finish. Studying was a different thing, actually retaining the information was harder. With assignments, you could use the internet and other resources. Tests were harder.
Today was just one of those days where you had waited too late to do an assignment and were having to do it the night before. Aizawa had assigned a paper to do on a specific hero and their fighting tactics. Midoriya had been so excited for his paper and you would be lying if you didn't go to him for help on your own. He had millions of those notebooks, he obviously had one on the hero you were assigned. You actually had enjoyed the night you spent with him where he helped you learn about Hawks, your assigned hero. Bakugo, on the other hand, didn't enjoy that night. You could feel his red gaze watching the two of you for the entire night, imaginary steam coming off of him.
You had taken notes on your laptop with Midoriya that night and now were using those to write the paper. It wouldn't take long, only around an hour to complete. Everything was planned out and you just needed to put it into words. You had curled up in your beanbag chair in your room, fairy lights on. The entire ambiance was calming and you were ready for a calming night writing your paper. Fate seemed to have other plans for you as you were plunged into darkness as the power cut out to the dorm.
After you realized what had happened and the shock wore off, you glanced down at your laptop. Just great, you would have to write it in the dark...You groaned, thinking it couldn't get any worse until you saw the notification pop up at the bottom of the screen that said your laptop was at 15% and if it wasn't plugged in soon, it would end up going into sleep mode. Your heart leaped in your chest, panic setting in. You had to get this thing written and printed by the morning and it already was dark out. Who knew when the power would get up.
"Shit, shit..." You quickly glanced around the room as if you could find some secret outlet the still worked. There was nothing, it was going to go dead and you would have to deal with Aizawa yelling at you. Just as you were losing hope, an idea came to you. It was crazy but it might just work, but you had to do it fast before your laptop shut off. You hadn't saved your paper and you were already halfway done. Time to put that hero training to good use.
Being on the fourth floor wasn't always great. You had to deal with Mineta trying to sneak a peek into your room every time you opened your door as if there was some secret land in there that he didn't know of. But there were nice things as well, such as being near Midoriya. He was really your only friend on this floor, though you didn't mind the others. There had been many late nights where the two of your sat out in the hallway, speaking in the hushed voices of people who couldn't go to sleep.
Now, it seemed like the worst thing, oh how you wished you were on the second floor. You knew that your savior was in the lounge, you had seen him there earlier. You just had to hope he was still hanging out down there. If not, you would have to try to run back up two floors to see if he was in his room. You simply had to have faith in your gut that they would still be downstairs. You scooped up your laptop and the charger and sprinted out of your room.
You reached the steps in no time and quickly began to run down them, taking them two at a time. The only thoughts going through your head where you needed to be fast. You didn't think that you might fall down the steps, hurting yourself and ruining your laptop. That was all worth it to keep from getting that death stare from Aizawa. He could be so terrifying, especially when someone didn't do work. You had seen him scare even Kirishima with that glare. You would do whatever was needed to keep that from happening.
The situation you were in felt more like hero training that your personal off time. The challenge wasn't just going down steps two at a time, it was that you were left in the dark. There were no windows in the stairway, but even if there was, it wouldn't help as there was barely any moonlight outside. This was a test of your memory of how everything looked. Yet, you didn't even care as you ran, the only thing that you were worried about was your laptop. With one step, you accidentally overshot and ended up taking it three at a time. A sharp pain shot through your ankle as your foot landed in an awkward position. A hiss slipped past your lips as you continued down. It was just a simple sprain, you knew it would be gone by the morning but that didn't make it hurt any less now.
"Fuck!" You shouted, reaching the landing of the second floor. So close and yet so far! As you glanced down at your computer, you saw a new notification alerting you that it was on 5 percent. Shit! "No, no, no, no!"
"(Y/N), are you alright?" Even though you couldn't see the green splash of hair of the boy who walked out of the second floor onto the landing of the steps, you knew who it was. That voice had kept you company many times. You were close, you wouldn't say best friends as you mainly spoke on those sleepless nights, but there had been many of those nights. You both shared secrets and feelings, helping each other through whatever problems either of you were having. It was nice, but there was no time to talk.
"AH! No time!" Was all you shouted in his direction you continued down the steps. All you had to do was get down these steps and reach the couches. That thought continued to circle in your brain as you kept running. The pain in your ankle didn't matter, the voice of Midoriya or his footsteps following you didn't matter. You just prayed to whatever wanted to help that he was still in the lounge. Please, please, please.
You shot through the door that led to the stairs, finally on the first floor thought it felt like it had taken years. Now, you just had to make it to the lounge. Fear began to bubble within you as you wondered what you would do if he wasn't there? Could you hand write it and turn it in? Aizawa would be mad, but would he be less angry at you? Oh god, please just let him be there!
"Denki!" You yelled, seeing lights in the lounge room. It wasn't the normal lights but it was obvious they had flashlights or perhaps candles lighting up the room. Someone was in there, you could hear their voices. When you reached the entryway, your heart soared as you saw who was there. You were right, they must have stayed down here from earlier. You could yell in happiness but that still didn't mean you were free yet. You had to make sure you got to him in time or this entire thing would be wasted.
"Help Denki! PLEASE!" The group of boys looked over, consisting of Kirishima, Denki, and your crush Bakugo. Wide eyes stared at you as you literally slid on your knees, plopping your laptop in the blonde boy's lap. 2 percent, oh my god! Gods of grades, please spare you from this punishment. You promised to do your papers beforehand now, though it may have been a lie you were telling yourself to make you feel better. You meant it at the time, who knows how you would feel when the power was back on.
"What the fuck?!" Bakugo shouted, eyes shifting from you to the entry as if something was trying to attack you. His hands began to spark, ready for a fight when Midoriya walked in, eyes just as wide as the boys' already watching you. He must have decided to follow you after you gave him such a strange reaction. You didn't blame him, you would have done the same thing if you were in his shoes.
As soon as your knees hit the ground and you were level with Denki's lap, you reached up and grasped his hands in your own, making him touch the plug. For a moment he only stared at you, wide-eyed and confused. 1 percent! Just as you were about to yell at him again when he seemed to understand by what you meant with those pleading eyes. He sent a light stream of energy through his hands, just enough to power your computer without completely frying the system. It was a good thing that he could control it, or else you might need to get a new computer all together.
A loud sigh escaped you as you fell on your back, obviously relieved by what had just happened. You knew you still would need to finish your paper now but you decided you could take a second to just calm down from what just happened. The adrenal that had been coursing through your body was slowing down, letting you go down from that high and feel the pain that was in your ankle. You hadn't really felt it before but now it was throbbing. Still, you were successful.
"Um, what just happened?" Kirishima asked, eyes going from Midoriya (who looked as confused as he was) to your body laying on the floor.
"My laptop almost died and I still have to write that paper for Aizawa-sensei." Slowly you sat back up, still on the ground as you caught your breath. You didn't notice it before but you had pushed yourself harder than you ever had in a training session. 'Dear God, this paper better be worth it' you thought as you panted from where you sat.
"You were screaming and acting like a fucking villain was after you all because your laptop almost died?" The rough voice of Bakugo resounded, you didn't even need to look back to see the sharp eyes he was glaring in your direction, "I told you that you shouldn't wait until the last minute, idiot! I knew something like this was going to happen."
He grumbled but you knew he wasn't angry at you. You had learned how to tell when he was really angry about something and when you needed to tread lightly. This was just how he was. When you first met him, you thought he didn't like you but with some help from Kirishima, you learned that he was just being normal and actually didn't mind your presence. Learning how to speak Bakugo was a talent you quickly learned.
Slowly you stood up, wincing as you put pressure on your ankle. Damn, that really did hurt. Maybe it was worse than you thought, but there was nothing you could do about it now. You flopped down on the couch next to Denki, taking some time to rest. You jokingly thought that if it was All-Might you were writing this paper for, you might get extra credit for that sprint.
"What did you do?" Bakugo grumbled out.
"What?"
"Your ankle dumbass." He slowly stood up from the couch he was on and moved over to the one you were sharing with Denki. It was a tight squeeze but the three of you would fit, he would make sure of it. He grabbed your shoulders and made you turn to face him, grabbing your leg and bringing it up to rest on his lap. His eyes scanned it, trying to see how it was injured.
"Oh, I slipped on the steps when I was coming down here, it's fine though. I promise." You smiled, trying to act nonchalant with everything. It hurt, sure but you had a healing quirk so you deal with pain all the time. You felt like you needed to take the pain away from people so they wouldn't have to worry about it while they dealt with their injuries. Pain was simply a part of your life.
"Goddammit, you need to be more careful. You could have fucking broken your neck if you landed wrong! Even a paper isn't worth that...." With a sharp look over at Midoriya, he continued to speak, "Hey, asswipe! Go get her some ice, okay? Be fucking useful for once. And you, Denki, keep doing your shit to keep her laptop on. You definitely need to finish your paper after doing a goddamn triathlon to be able to do it."
The night was one filled with laughter as you finished writing your paper, surrounded by friends and the soft glow from the candles and your computer screen. Living in the dorm was hard at times, but these moments made it all worth it.
