@lord-explosion-dynamight || from here
shoto works his bottom lip between his teeth as he shifts quietly in the carpeted hallway, his hands balled into fists in his pajama pants pockets; clenching tight and unfurling repeatedly as he breaths sharply through his nose. his sleep shirt clings to his chest and back where his sweat had soaked through in dark patches, the hem of his left sleeve singed and frayed. he's had time between floors on his way to bakugou's room to calm down a bit, but his brow was still furrowed and shoulders tense.
"i'm fine." he forces out, glancing down the hall before looking back to the blond. "i uh...i'm sorry if i woke you. i just...i didn't want to wake aizawa. but...can i..is it alright if i come in?" given the ungodly hour, shoto was sure waking their sensei might have earned him a few days in detention. especially for something like having a nightmare bad enough to burn your comforter in your sleep. he could still smell the burnt fibers on his clothes and was surprised he was able to put the flames out fast enough before the alarm woke the whole building.