It has been a long week. Between early mornings, late nights, and trying to keep up with everything life keeps throwing at you, you’re running on little more than caffeine, stubbornness, and the occasional power nap. So when you find Shouta Aizawa sprawled across the floor of his empty homeroom classroom after the final bell, you don’t question it. You don’t ask why he’s there. You don’t tell him to move. You simply drop your bag, crawl into his yellow sleeping bag beside him, and stare at the ceiling. Aizawa doesn’t complain. Later, Hizashi Yamada finds the two of you lying there in complete silence and decides that if his partners are taking a floor nap, then he’s joining too. What follows is an afternoon of quiet companionship, exhausted affection, and the kind of love that doesn’t need words to be understood.