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Mina lays in her bed in her dark room, staring at the ceiling where a few glow-in-the-dark stickers faintly form some sort of sky. They seem to have dulled somewhat over the past hour. Maybe it’s just her eyes.
Her phone is on the nightstand, vibrating yet again.
It's 2:37am.
That's the fifth time it's gone off in the past ten minutes. Apparently she's not the only one still awake.
She answers on the sixth call back.
“Mina!” Comes Denki’s voice, whispering but excited. “I told you guys she was still up!”
"Are you sure you didn't wake her up by calling back a million times?” Sero asks.
Mina smiles. Of course it's a group call. "Hey, guys!"
Kirishima’s voice adds to the conversation. “I'm seriously sorry if we woke you up, Mina. Denki was really insistent…”
Sero chuckles, sounding on the verge of sleep himself. “He was only so insistent with you, though. Probably because he knows Bakugo would kill him.”
“I have a cute black dress for the funeral,” Mina quips, and Denki's whine is loud and clear.
“Aw, c’mon guys, that's mean.”
Mina adjusts the phone on her pillow as she turns on her side. “Did you even call him once?”
“Blasty’s phone probably isn't even on.” Denki replies.
Mina furrows her brow. “He can't have it off, what if there's an emergency?”
Sero hums. “As long as he's not on night shift, it's not his issue. You know how protective he is of his beauty sleep.”
“I refuse to believe Bakugo is completely unreachable once he falls asleep,” Mina insists.
“You try to call him, then,” Kirishima challenges.
“And that's coming from his right hand man,” Sero says with a laugh.
Mina grins. “If something really came up, I definitely would but I like not having to run for my life first thing in the morning.” She purses her lips. “I also value my eardrums in their current state.”
Kirishima hums an agreement. “I'm sure he has it on ‘do not disturb’ at the very least, with, like, special permissions to get through.”
Denki mocks their aggressive friend. “Layers of protection so I know for sure you wanna DIE when I pick up!”
The group bursts into giggles.
“How come Jiro's not on the call?” Mina asks.
Sero pipes up at that. “She went to bed even before Bakugo. Apparently her monthly came a week early and with a vengeance.”
Mina winces. “Oh, that sucks… I wish she had sent me a message.”
Denki makes a sound in his throat. “I checked on her before lights out. She was doing ok. Just lethargic and low energy. And hopped up on her favourite painkillers. I made her a hot water bottle. She was drinking that tea that knocks her out all night.”
Scattered applause sounds over the call.
“Good job, very manly,” comes Kirishima's approving voice.
“He had no choice but to learn after Mina’s demonstration,” Sero says with a grin in his voice.
Denki makes an affronted sound. “You guys can't tell me either of you can look at a girl carrying on like normal and be able to tell her insides are running war-level battle simulations!”
There's a silence that sounds like the two boys are sharing a look.
“We added you to the tracking calendar for a reason,” Sero says.
“And I very much appreciate that.”
Kirishima yawns. “I'm apologizing now if I just suddenly stop talking.”
“No worries, man,” Denki assures him. “That was the point of the call.”
Mina lights up at that, somewhere in the back of her own increasingly drowsy mind. “So I don't have to hang up tonight? Hoo. Ray.”
Sero lets out an amused breath. “We got you, Pinkie.”