Training was brutal, and by the time it was over, Kaminari was completely out of it. He sat cross-legged on the gym floor, dazed and mumbling nonsense, his eyes wide with that familiar post-short-circuit blankness. Shinsou watched him for a moment, a small sigh escaping his lips before he walked over and crouched down.

“Come on, Kaminari,” Shinsou muttered, trying not to smirk too much. “Let’s get you up.”

Kaminari just blinked up at him with a goofy grin, barely registering what Shinsou was saying. Without waiting, Shinsou hooked an arm under Kaminari’s and hauled him to his feet, steadying him as Kaminari leaned heavily against him, still babbling incoherently.

As they walked slowly down the hallway back to the dorms, Kaminari gave Shinsou a sloppy smile. “You… you’re so… strong… like… like a hero, ‘Toshi,” he managed, his voice dragging on the words.

Shinsou snorted, amused. “Is that so?” he replied dryly, shaking his head but guiding Kaminari with care. Kaminari’s head bobbed forward, landing against Shinsou’s shoulder, and he mumbled something that almost sounded like “best hero.”

Shinsou rolled his eyes but softened, glancing down at Kaminari’s sleepy, hazy smile. “You’re a disaster, Kaminari,” he whispered, mostly to himself. But, he realized, as they finally got to Kaminari’s room and eased him onto his bed, he didn’t mind taking care of him—not one bit.