"Damned Deku, arghhhh."

Shinso groaned and sat up in his bed. They were all sleeping in one room. The rest of the class was peacefully asleep, but he simply couldn't sleep. On top of that, Bakugo had begun sleep talking again.

"Die. Die. Die. Die. Die."

That guy said "Die" like most people said "Hello."

Or "Yeet" depending on the situation at hand.

He ran a hand through the unruly purple locks which refused to stay down. Kirishima and Iida were snoring to add to Bakugo's sleep talking. He took an extra pillow which was lying around and laid down on the bed again, squeezing his head under the two pillows like a pillow sandwich.

Still sleep refused to come.

It felt like him and sleep were in a game of tag, sometimes he could catch it, other times it ran away. This night was seeming to be one of the latter times. Atleast Bakugo didn't yell in his sleep. Small mercies, he supposed as he rolled over again, trying to actually get comfortable.

He remembered the exhilarating shock he had felt when Eraserhead had taken him aside and patiently explained that he would be teaching him to prepare him for the Hero Course which he would be joining after the heroes-in-training had finished their internships. He had been quite surprised to learn that yet another student from the Hero Course was to be training with him, and not that pleased to learn that it was Katsuki Bakugo.

What he was pleased about is the fact that he had managed to gain a minimum control over the binding cloth and Eraserhead had complimented him. He curled up, giving his hope up on getting some sleep. He stared at a random spot on the mattress, thinking of the famous USJ attack. He remembered the descriptions. There hadn't been any images due to the disruption of the CCTV cameras but it really wasn't required.

Everyone knew that the "dead" son of Endeavor was a villain.

Everyone knew that a guy named Tomura Shigaraki whose main accessories involved a lot of hands was the leader of sorts.

Everyone knew of the colossal Nomu, with many Quirks fused into its body.

Everyone knew that some green haired boy had personal beef with Bakugo and had destroyed his Quirk for that reason.

Everyone knew that the boy was called "Deku."

This really brought back memories, he mused pressing the pillow harder onto his ear to drown out Iida's suddenly louder snoring.

"Uh, I used to be called Deku by this guy—, I mean—," Izuku Midoriya stuttered when Shinso had peacefully asked him why he acted as if he was forever held at gun-point.

He squeezed his eyes shut. This was a mere coincidence. Their was no way in hell that this was possible.

However, as much as he pretended to himself, he wasn't dumb.

He pressed his face into the pillow, hoping to block out the thoughts.

Even so a few bitter words spoken during the farewells floated to the front of his mind.

"Why are Quirkless people treated like trash? We are human beings too, we are just the same as them. And yet, this society has taken Quirks for granted, choosing to look down on the less fortunate. That's how it always is, the strong stomping down on the weak. This injustice, this makes me sick."

His eyes snapped open again.

He definitely wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.