The first few weeks of the hero course took a lot out of the purple-haired boy, using his quirk to the point of pushing past his limits made it even harder. While he was happy to have finally made it into his favorite teachers' and adoptive father's class, Mr. Aizawa did not let up on the intestate of his new student's hero training. However, pushing past the limits of a mental quirk such as Shinso Hitoshi's had side effects that made the young hero discomfiture while sitting in the bright classroom under the eyes of his teacher.
A stinging headache started to set in making it hard to focus on his current work, but he rather sit quietly than be any more onerous for his teacher. After all the work the man gave to him to help him adjust to not only changing classes but also leaving the foster system for a family with him and his partner Hizashi Yamada, or Hitoshi's English teacher, the boy would rather partake in what he knew to be long hours of pain then admit he couldn't handle it.
Hitoshi might have been considered ingenious in general studies, with quick-witted comebacks or a 'dangerous' quirk, that no one knew him enough to tell when he overdid it, however, with the significant amount of time Aizawa spent with the boy he could tell just by the way the boys handheld his head as he stared at his paper. Although Aizawa would never admit out loud, he found Hitoshi to be autocratic to himself, having understood the side effects of mental quirks and the trauma one may face, especially without protective parents around, he knew that trying to push through work would only yield bad results. Before the next class could start and his loud husband of an English teacher could rile the class into a discussion, Aizawa took it upon himself to dismiss his boy back to the dorms.
Shinso's eyes traveled up from his paper to meet his teacher's authoritative gaze with his own being one of shock and surprise; his mouth opened to protest but he already knew it was indisputable. As he staggered to his feet, his eyes closed, and a small huff of air was blown through his nose in what Aizawa could only assume was attitude.
While walking back to his dorm room Shinso felt the exhaustion set it from his late-night training and early morning activities. He knew it was better to catch the start of his migraines so he could cut them off before it got to the point of not being able to function, but missing class sucked in the sense he would have to get the note from the peers he was quite comfortable with. He had to admit his formal introduction had been a bit hostile and awkward as his lack of sleep tended to make him hard to be around.
By the time he made it to his room, his movements were sluggish so removing his clothes to change into something more comfortable took him a bit longer than it should have; he was just happy his room was dark, the only dim light coming from a crème-colored cat light. Once changed he took a few minutes to stretch the soreness out of his limbs before pulling the blanket off his bed choosing to lay on the floor so his secret cat, Mochi, could lay with him.
While animals were not allowed in the dorms, although papers could be filed if it was necessary, such as with Koda's case. Even if he knew his teacher wouldn't have a problem with it the fear of not having Mochi with him was terrifying.
If he were to bring up the paperwork for his cat and not get approved because of a lack of sufficient reasoning, he really would have no other place to leave her, well perhaps with his biological mother; The thought of that and of losing Mochi made him shutter.
It took a while, but the boy managed to fall asleep between the silence, darkness, and lack of vibrations from the floor, and to top it off Mochi enjoyed his warmth and blanket enough to cuddle with him.
He didn't know how long he had been sleeping but the sudden rumbling of the floor told him something was up, he got up and stretched again surprisingly feeling a lot better than he normally did. He even decided to leave the comfort of his room to see what the others were up to, the bright light blinded him but when he got to the common room, he was sure he saw large jugs of mainly Hawaiian punch and various other juices. After rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he could see that the dining table had been cleared of all decorations and chairs to be used as a ping pond table, red solo cups on both ends as some of his classmates gathered around.
