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Moving into the dorms after the disastrous summer camp was a big adjustment for everyone. Teachers had to adjust to the fact of being on shift almost 24/7 since they now had the responsibility of keeping twenty children under their constant supervision. As for the students they had to adjust to living with their classmates and teachers alike.
At first it was the major things they had to adjust to, such as Bakugou having a self imposed bedtime, always asleep by 8pm on the dot, or how they had to schedule who cooked dinners, because some people couldn’t even use a toaster, let alone the oven. All in all, for twenty teenagers living together with a teacher who often barely had his shit together, things were going incredibly well.
There were still mistakes here and there, such as allergies coming up, personal preferences and more, but as it neared a month in the dorms, almost everything had been smoothed out.
Then the sleepwalking started.
At first it hadn’t been anything too big, just the sound of Midoriya knocking into things during the night. Everyone assumed he was either an insomniac, or suffered from nightmares, they didn’t think about it twice. Then the Incidents’ ™ began to happen.
It’d been like any other weekend, with most of the class out to spend it with their families, only a handful of students stayed behind. Aizawa Shouta was thankful for this fact; he was fond of the little hellions, but was tired of dealing with fist fights, fires and cults depending on the day. The only students to stay behind had been Midoriya, Todoroki, Sero, Tokoyami and Shinsou, and thankfully none of them seemed too keen on causing Shouta any more gray hairs.
That was of course, until Midoriya wandered out of his dorm at three in the morning. Shouta was woken up to his phone giving beeps, informing him the motion sensors had been tripped. The underground hero was awake in an instant, scrolling through the security cameras until he found Midoriya’s form standing rather ominously in front of the kitchen. Of course being his teacher, and currently the only responsible adult in the building, Shouta went to investigate.
When he arrived at the kitchen, he found a rather… odd sight. Midoriya was clearly half awake, if that, eyes barely squinted open as he stared at the fridge as if it’d personally offended him. The boy's hand was uselessly slapping against the fridge’s handle, clearly confused on why he was unable to open it.
“Midoriya? Kiddo, what’re you doing?” Hazy green eyes found Shouta’s, and it took him a split second to realize the situation.
“He needs some milk.” Midoriya murmured, eyes moving back to the fridge and rather viciously slapping the poor appliance. Shouta was 90% sure his student just memed at him, and he was both incredibly exasperated, and a little impressed that he continued speaking in memes, even when asleep.
“Who does?” Shouta stepped forward, now knowing that there were no dangers. He gently pried the teenagers hands away from the fridge, earning a- was that a fucking hiss?! In response.
“Him, the tall man.” Wow okay, Shouta absolutely hated that unnerving comment.
“We can get him milk in the morning, okay?” Shouta bargained, leading the asleep teenager towards the elevators. Midoriya hummed softly, eyes widening when the doors opened.
“I’m their god.” Midoriya breathed, gently stroking the metal as Shouta pushed his student into the elevator, ignoring his sleepy delusions.
“Sure you are, you have like 3 cults.” Shouta soothed, holding back his laughter as Midoriya turned a wide eyed stare on him.
“I wanna go sleepy go night night.” Shouta will neither confirm nor deny if he laughed at his student, but like any good teacher would, he led the sleepwalking teenager back to his room and tucked him in for the night. Before he could get a word out, the kid was already gone, softly snoring and curled around one of his many pillows.
“Sleep well, problem child.” Shouta gently patted messy curls before leaving the room, ready to go back to sleep.
The next incident happened a little under a month later.
Kaminari Denki had been telling his classmates and teachers alike that the dorms were haunted for almost 3 months now. This isn’t a baseless assumption either! He’d been hearing weird sounds throughout the night, ghostly moaning, even his things were disappearing! Of course, no one believed him, and he was the only person in the dorms trying to uncover the truth.
Denki had tried staying up to record some of the ghostly activity, but alas, he’d fallen asleep curled up on the common room couch. Now this usually wouldn’t be a big deal, a lot of people fall asleep in the common room, but what’s not as common is waking up to a fucking demon staring down at you.
Denki had begun to wake up because he felt eyes on him, and assumed that it was his friends trying to screw with him, but when he opened his eyes he found a shadowy figure staring down at him with unseeing green eyes.
“My bones are too tight.” The demon said empathetically, nodding his head as if that was a perfectly common thing to say to a scared shitless teenager.
Now the electricity user isn’t proud of how he reacted, and wouldn’t admit what happened under the threat of death, but in a purely terrified, and self preserving mindset; he screamed at the top of his lungs and whalloped the demon as hard as he could with a pillow.
Said demon let out a low grunt, crashing back into the coffee table with a plethora of rather… creative words.
“Kaminari? Why am I in the common room?”
Oh sweet merciful baby Jesus, it's just Midoriya. Denki could’ve started crying tears of relief, had it not been for a horde of other teenagers bursting into the common room, plus a very scary looking Aizawa.
(Listen the man may be wearing burn your eyes hot pink hello kitty sweats and an atrocious Put your hands up sweater, but Aizawa could fold Denki in half with his eyes closed.
A man like that is terrifying in anything.)
“What happened, who's dead?” Aizawa demanded, eyes going back and forth between a flustered Denki and a very confused Midoriya.
“Why did he assume someones dead?” Kirishima cried out a tad hysterically, he was silenced by Bakugou cuffing him on the back of the head.
“I don’t know, I was asleep and then I woke up to Kaminari screaming and hitting me with a pillow.” Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, and Aizawa seemed to relax at his words.
“Midoriya was just sleepwalking, everyone go back to their dorms.” For his part, Midoriya just looked incredibly resigned to the fact he’d slept walk, the poor bastard.
“Sorry Sensei, I didn’t mean to wake everyone up, Midoriya just scared me.” Denki patted the greenettes shoulder consolingly.
“It's fine, both of you back to your dorms.” With two dutiful ‘yes sensei’s’ the second incident ended, and was mostly forgotten.
The third incident happened two weeks later.
It was a known fact at this point that Midoriya tended to sleep walk, and if you found him in the middle of the night, either get a teacher or lead him back to his dorm.
After the previous incidents everyone knew the bumps in the night were really just a sleepwalking Midoriya, or were their insomniac classmates.
So it was no surprise for anyone in the dorms when they heard some banging from the common room at 2:19 in the morning. Shinsou Hitoshi took one for the team, seeing as he was the resident insomniac, and headed downstairs to herd his friend back to bed.
What he found instead was a sight he’d treasure dearly.
Midoriya, in all his sleepwalking glory, had somehow climbed on top of the fridge, curled up like a cat, and had simply gone back to sleep. Hitoshi, like a true friend, took about a dozen photos, sent the best ones to the class group chat, and then texted Aizawa; because getting a sleepy, feral Midoriya off the fridge was above his pay grade.
Hitoshi only had to wait a few minutes before a tired and disgruntled Aizawa entered the kitchen, looking absolutely done with everything, which mood.
“How did he even get up there?” Aizawa looked at Hitoshi like he’d somehow know.
“Beats me, Todoroki is trying to prove he’s part cat.” Hitoshi offered with a shrug. Aizawa sighed softly, before grabbing the broom and poking Midoriya with it.
“Midoriya, you're not sleeping on the fridge. C'mon kid, get off.” In true cat fashion, Midoriya glared at their teacher with hazy green eyes, hissed and swatted at the broom handle.
“Make me, scarf man.” Was the slurred, and surprisingly sassy reply. Hitoshi snickered quietly, pulling his phone out so he could record them.
“Scarf- kid, get off the fridge.”
“No, you knockoff-mothman.” Hitoshi wouldn’t have been able to hold in his laughter, even if he tried.
Aizawa, seemingly done arguing with the sleepy, feral creature that was midoriya, grabbed the kid with his scarf and dragged him off the fridge.
Midoriya for his part, looked like a demented and ferocious balloon, just floating behind Aizawa as the man dragged him back to his dorm.
Hitoshi was going to turn those photos into family heirlooms.
The final notorious Incident ™ happened two months later. Shouta still doesn’t understand what was happening, and honestly prefers it that way.
Once again, he’d woken up to his phone chiming, alerting him that a student had left their dorm. After so many months of living with the students, and especially one that sleepwalked, it no longer surprised him.
The underground hero grumbled under his breath as he meandered towards Todoroki’s room, the last place Midoriya was seen on the cameras. When he got to the fifth floor, Midoriya was nowhere in sight, but Todoroki’s door was cracked open and there was rather ominous chanting coming from inside said room.
Now listen, Shouta has seen a lot of shit as an underground hero. Every night out on patrol he sees the underbelly of society, but there’s something about ominous chanting that was a solid ‘fuck no’ for him. Alas, he’s a teacher with a duty to protect his students, and one is still missing.
Shouta hesitantly approached the door, poking his head between the crack to find one of the most weird and fucked up things he’d seen in awhile.
Midoriya, obviously out for the count, was curled up in a ball in the middle of a circle made of candles, a weird green cloak thrown over him. Uraraka, Todoroki, Tokoyami and fucking Bakugou of all people were surrounding the circle and chanting.
Shouta stared at his students uncomprehendingly, feeling like he was doing the human equivalent of blue screening. That wasn’t even the weirdest part, no no, what takes the cake is when Midoriya started to sleep talk.
“Don’t trust your bones.” so this is why the problem child keeps breaking his bones like glow sticks. Todoroki nodded solemnly, the chanting thankfully coming to an end.
“You’ve heard our green god, we must reject the concept of bones!” Why are all these feral heroes-in-training cheering to that? What the fuck is wrong with his students? Midoriya’s eyes cracked open, hazy green eyes finding yellow, and Shouta decided in this moment, that this was where he drew a line.
The teacher backed away from the door, deciding that the cult could have Midoriya, Shouta was sure they’d get him back into a bed soon enough.
Shouta gets paid to take care of the kids, but he’s not dealing with a cult on his night off, no sir, no thank you.
Shouta took his ass back to his dorm and fell asleep against Hizashi, studiously ignoring his phone pinging. Nope, not his problem.