Nezu's challenge! (Villain Rehab)

25: Coffee

As Arawaru walked passed Aizawa he found concern on the teachers face.
Almost did he pause to care for it, but he also almost managed to save his sister so—

"Hey," Arawaru turned around, "Can I ask something?"

"The costume designs have arrived and been approved," Aizawa said with a wave of his hand, "Now run along."

'Run along'? Arawaru wasn't a child. Unlike the others.
"Actually," Arawaru crossed his arms, "I wanted to ask something else."

"What? You're wasting my time."

"Rude," Arawaru said, "But anyway, what's the concern about? Do you know where Gyro's been?"

"Gyro is fine," Aizawa said, "I'm looking for Tsuki."

"Oh, where's he been then?" Arawaru asked, "He wasn't in class, and what about Tsuki?"

Aizawa almost rolled his eyes. "Gyro's with hound dog now, hopefully they'll figure it out or something, and I just need to talk to Tsuki. Any more questions?"

"Actually," Arawaru said, "I've got a comment, or suggestion, more like er... constructive criticism?"

"No need to recite the dictionary."

"The coffee's been meddled with," Arawaru gestured to the cup in Aizawa's hand, "It's lid is messed up."

Aizawa looked at it. Then he sighed. "Alright then." He turned and continued his way.

Crossing his arms, Arawaru leaned back against the wall. Was it just him or did everyone act like a total mess?
Maybe everyone was a total mess? Almost did Arawaru's laughter escape him. Why could nobody handle something as simple as emotion? As he walked through the hallway Arawaru found the door going outside.

He paused and glanced around.
Talking about emotion, he should find a new book. A new character to mimick. He... he didn't want to figure himself out just yet.

—

"Tsuki!" Aizawa said grumpily when he found her. She sat on the fence separating the 2A garden from the forest around it.

"Hm?" Tsuki looked up as the two 2A students stopped their training.

"I looked all over— let's go."

"What? Did I do something?" Tsuki asked as she swung her legs to the other side of the fence, turning to Aizawa fully.

"No, yes." Aizawa sighed. "Nezu told me to make sure you got enough sleep—"

"I took a nap, actually," Tsuki said, "Which resets the timer to six hours without sleep. Is that all?"

Aizawa rolled his eyes. "That was five seconds— in the middle of class."

"A nap is a nap," Tsuki smiled, "But who am I to argue with the expert. By the way, that coffee looks suspicious."

Again Aizawa looked at it. He knew it probably was Mic. Or Nemuri. They should stop putting sleeping pills in his drinks. Usually it made him sleep through things, and even though he felt well rested after it was bad for his reputation.
If he could, Aizawa would let Tsuki test it, just to have her fall asleep, but he wouldn't want to risk her dying so...
"How about we stop arguing," Aizawa said tiredly, "I can ask Nemuri to—"

"Ew no," Tsuki got up, "I don't wanna be stuck sleeping for hours, that's torture."

Midoryia put his hand on the fence, curiosity in his eyes. "Whats wrong with sleep?"

Aizawa's gaze now bore through Tsuki, seeming to wonder the same thing.

"Nothing," Tsuki crossed her arms.

"Obviously a lie," Mina told Midoryia who nodded with a slight smile.

"Is it though?" Tsuki asked hopefully smartly, "Anyway, Aizawa, I'm sure you've got more important matters?"

"Nezu personally asked me—"

"Well then, I'll go up to Nezu myself," Tsuki said stubbornly, "I'm not sleeping. Not until I die."

"Midoryia, Mina," Aizawa said lamely, "Help her to Nezu, and be sure to explain the situation."

"Er..." Midoryia hesitated, "Sure?"

—

Gyro woke up.

He had been told to take some time for himself. Hound Dog told him he wasn't obligated to talk about what had happened, but that it was encouraged.
It kept on circling in his head. Why wouldn't Gyro tell anyone anyway?
He stared up at the ceiling of his room. Glass lay near his bathroom floor and dried blood bothered the small carpet near his bed. His covers were clean by now, but he should clean soon.

"You're not going crazy, it's just a bit of stress your having. It'll blow over."

"Oh shut up— stop being so dramatic!!"

"...you done?" "I'm having a *gasp* fucking panic attack—" "Yeah sure. Clean up after you're done."

Suddenly Gyro sat up.
He couldn't help but think about it anymore.
Shit, why did that happen?
It sucked— he didn't want to think about it! About his 'dark anime past' and the recent idiotic things!

He didnt want to get trapped in his memories like before with Papillon. He just couldn't help it, huh.
Maybe he was going crazy? Maybe he should start listening to that voice in his head again? Maybe he should stop holding himself back, stop reason from doing it's thing.

Shaking his head, he knew he couldn't.
Gyro got up from his bed and looked around. His head felt full— stuck, heavy? What's the word?
Again he shook his head and turned to the door. He should go do something productive. It helped with ignoring his shit.

He opened the door, meeting the empty common room. Now that they weren't locked up in there, everyone kinda just left whenever they could. Except for Tsuki sometimes. But not often.

The tv was turned off. Maybe he could watch something? Nah, boring.
He could grab his homework? No thanks.
What about...
Staring at every object, at everything he could do, finally Gyro sighed and walked to the door.

He knew he needed to find a better solution.

Finally he sat down in front of Hounf Dog.

"Sorry," Gyro muttered weakly.

Hound Dog patiently listened to his story.