You and the rest of class 1-a and a few of the pros had just gotten back from a particularly hard fight downtown. Everyone was sitting silently in the common room too sore, injured and tired to move to get out of their fighting uniforms which were ripped, dirt stained and covered in blood. Ochaco was throwing up in the sink after using her power too much, Deku rubbing her back. Deku was dealing with a few broken boys and deep cuts. Jiro was cleaning up some of Denki’s wounds. Mina was gently trying to clean off some of her acid burns. Kiri sitting at the counter trying to catch his breath while dealing with some broken ribs. Bakugou was running his explosion burns under cold water. Shoto was leaning against the wall trying to cool down his left side without over freezing his right side more than it already was. Ojiro was trying to deal with the stiffness in his tail. Shinso was trying not to puke because a major migraine. Hagakure for once has visible bleeding. Momo was trying to heal all the layers of broken skin. Iida was cooling off his engines. Tokoyami was sleeping on dark shadow. Tsuyu was sore as hell as was Sero. Aizawa was practically dumping a whole bottle of eye drops in his eyes. Hawks was pulling bits of metal out of his wings. Midnight was cleaning her cuts and scrapes. And all the others were just scattered trying to catch their breath