It had been a long week of constant training, the whole class was exhausted, and out of sympathy Aizawa had let them finish training a little earlier then usual.

You were sprawled across the UA dormitories sofa, reading through a book Izuku had lent you, when Denki drags his feet over the carpet floor clearly reluctant to be moving very tired almost asleep.

“Grill cheese..” He grumbles, letting his body collapse down on the sofa next to you, looking at you pouting.

“What?” you reply confused, closing your book and running a hand through his hair.

“Grill me a cheese” he whines, continuing to act all needy and sleepy.

“I’m not grilling you a cheese!!” you scoff, and in response he makes a bunch of whingeing, and groaning noises, followed by some incoherent mumbling.