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It's late.
It's late and they're crammed into Hizashi's tiny bedroom, sprawled over blankets over dirty laundry and plastic cups. The light's been off since his parents went to bed but, between the nightlights and Nemuri's ridiculously bright phone screen, there's enough to see by. Nemuri herself has claimed the bed and liberated several stuffed animals to use as both pillows and ammo whenever they say something stupid. Shouta's managed to find the one actually clear space on the floor and is balled into it, wrapped in at least three layers of blankets, and Oboro hasn't moved from where he first tripped onto the mess.
Hizashi's using his back for a pillow, chin digging into his shoulder, and it's honestly the most at peace he's been since midterms were announced.
“I’m kinda jealous.” Oboro says out of nowhere, kicking his legs up over Hizashi’s side when he tries to get up and ignoring Nemuri’s blatant ‘you should be’.
“No, like,” he starts again, poking Shouta’s shoulder with his foot, “you guys all got to pick your own names and I’m just stuck with mine.”
“You know you can do that too, right?” Shouta says.
“What, really?” Oboro asks.
Hizashi finally tosses him off, sprawling across his legs in retaliation. “Yeah!”
“You don’t have to keep it if you don’t want to.” Nemuri says. “Either a new one or your old one.”
Hizashi makes a face like he’s thinking hard enough to start a fire.
“Daisuke, maybe?” He says after a moment.
“He doesn’t look like a Daisuke.” Shouta replies.
Oboro snorts. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Shou.”
“What about Yuuto?” Nemuri says, tracing a finger through the air. “With the kanji for fly?”
“Kimiko would be cute.” Hizashi says, reaching up to blindly pat his cheek and missing entirely.
“Just name yourself Kumo or Kiri and get it over with.” Shouta says.
“You’re one to talk,” Oboro counters, “Mister ‘I’m naming myself after my quirk’.”
“Nemuri’s literally just means sleep.” Shouta says, ignoring the affronted sound she makes right up until his back hits the floor.
“My name is pretty and I like how it sounds with my last name.” Hizashi says, throwing his voice into the first word before letting the quirk go. Oboro pinches his cheek, content to let Nemuri attempt to strangle Shouta with her hair tie.
“I like your name too.” He says.