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Should Midoriya have been in class after breaking both of the bones in his right forearm? No. He absolutely should not have been. Especially considering the kid did it on his way to class after a bee landed on his shoulder. Even more considering Recovery Girl had not even been able to heal the kid all the way, so he was doped up on pain meds. His stamina was too low from an all-nighter he pulled to do some ‘analysis’.
Shouta will have to ask him about that. Hopefully before the rat gets the chance to.
Should Shouta have stopped him? Yes, he should have. He should have sent him to the dorms to sleep. That, however, is bold of you to assume that even he could stop his favorite problem child.
He should have tried, at least. He definitely regrets not trying at least.
He gave the morning announcements and took a nap in his sleeping bag. Taking a peek at the problem child, he thankfully saw the kid napping. He could hear Todoroki and Shinsou quietly telling Iida and Uraraka about the events of that morning, so hopefully they would let the kid rest.
He dozed off until his body alerted him that it was time for first. He took naps often enough in homeroom that he naturally knew when to wake up without an alarm, nor the bell.
Standing up and stepping out of his sleeping bag, he snapped his head up at the sound of a gasp.
“Sensei’s been peeled!”
The entire class gave Midoriya the most confused looks. Well, aside from Shinsou, who seemed to understand what the kid meant and was holding back snickers.
“Deku, the fuck?” Bakugou growled, turning to stare at the kid.
“What do you mean by that, Midoriya?” Todoroki asked is a kind voice.
Midoriya looked absolutely proud of himself and happy as all hell. “Sensei’s sleeping bag is the same color as a banana! He’s been peeled!”
There was silence, then Ashido let closed mouth giggles escape her throat. At her giggles, Kirishima let out the loudest, ugliest snort you could ever hear, and the class broke out into chaos.
Shouta held the bridge of his nose between his thumb and pointer finger, trying to decide what to do with his hellspawn. In the end, he just walk out of class. It was too early for that, and the kid’s anxious guilt the next day would be punishment enough.