you were tired.

damn tired, exhausted even.. you’d really been working yourself to the bone these past few weeks. between classes, work study’s, training, and just other activities; you had practically no free time — but a whole lotta fatigue. But like.. you could handle it of course, you weren’t weak. maybe that’s why you’ve been pushing yourself so hard, and that’s what the problem is. you can only pull on a string so hard and for so long until it snaps.

today training was hell. your movements and attacks just seemed slower and weak today, and it was really frustrating. let’s just say after a few good sparring matches, you were beat up and bloodied.. but whatever, you had other things to do, a few more pages of homework- and oh you should probably study for that quiz tomorrow- oh yeah and there’s a—… you barely took two steps inside the dorm building until you collapsed on one of the couches in the common room, snoozing away..

you weren’t to be found until Aizawa was doing his nightly rounds at the dorms, making sure everyone was safe and sound in their rooms before curfew. he let out a deep sigh as he stumbled upon you passed out on the couch, just a few glances could tell if you looked like a damn mess.

“oh, problem child..”