Gen Ed

Katsuki Bakugo's day was starting just like any other (he told himself). (still) Up at 5 am... getting into work out clothes and walking to the kitchen (definitely not glancing at Olivia's broken door as he passed it) ... drinking a protein shake at 5:15 am (pretending not to notice the empty common room couch)... starting his run at 5:30 am (his back totally wasn't sore)... getting interrupted by a text at 5:52 am (who the fuck-).

Katsuki's feet stopped moving without warning as his distracted brain caught up to itself. Which of those extras would not only be up at this goddamn hour, but also have a great enough death wish to interrupt his morning routine? One @ mention (he had to fucking remove his account from that damn group) and a picture attached, which he opened first.

He felt his heart clench at the sleeping woman on his phone's screen. He tried not to think about how her hair hadn't improved much since he saw her last…

He ignored the feeling of guilt that had been chasing him as he jogged and slammed his phone shut before it could catch up. He was aware he overreacted last night, but her drinking still pissed him off. Looks like she had found someone's couch to crash on after all, despite being black out drunk. Though why the person felt the need to inform every-fucking-one, he had no clue. Probably Pinky with her neverending tags and group texts. He started back up his jog.

Does Pinky even have a couch in her room? He slowed a little, before changing direction. He didn't participate in much of that shit show of a tour Olivia had stupidly suggested.

Wasn't everything that annoyance owned pink though? …That Pervert guy didn't own a couch… did he? He sped up to a run. The tiny red-faced menace wasn't on the couch either when he had looked...

Katsuki didn't care for her drinking, and the fact he had worried about her because she was drunk irritated him, yeah. But he wasn't a damn teenager, he knew he had taken his frustration from the hero training out on her in his anger.

If he was being honest with himself, he didn't mind having her around, or their tradition of warm drinks when they're the only ones awake. How else was he supposed to figure the wannabe out? Though, after last night, he was pretty damn sure she wouldn't be doing that with him again any time soon.

Katsuki found his feet and brain had yet again worked against him when he was suddenly back at the dorms. He scoffed in annoyance. While he's here though… He thought of Olivia again, and gave in, opening the door. He'd check, just in case. He walked in on quite the scene for this hour of the morning, and froze.

Monkey Man, Shitty Hair, Icyhot, and Ponytail all had their phones out, and had a whiteboard standing next to them. Icyhot seemed to be looking at the door, wanting to leave. Monkey was talking very rapidly for once, and Ponytail seemed to be patiently listening to everything he said. Shitty Hair, who he just realized he forgot to murder, was drawing stick figures on the whiteboard that looked suspiciously like the people in the room all surrounding a building marked 'Gen Ed'.

Icyhot noticed him first, but looked away, indifferent. Next was the Tail extra, who cut off what he was saying and immediately addressed Katsuki instead. He noticed Monkey didn't have a phone in his own hand, and Ponytail had two in hers.

"Bakugo, have you seen Olivia?" He asked, weirdly urgent as Katsuki pushed past him into the kitchen to grab water.

"What's it to you, Tail Boy?" Katsuki growled back, about to head back upstairs before he realized Olivia was fucking friends with this ape extra, and 'tch'ed at the thought. He couldn't start to restore whatever peace they had if he kept blowing her friends off… so he stayed, crossing his arms moodily.

"She is not in her room, her door is broken, and she is not currently down here either." Ponytail spoke up, shaking her head when Monkey reached for what Katuski guessed was his phone that she was holding.

"I thought I heard noise early this morning too... You don't think they took her, do you?" Shitty Hair added, nervous. Katsuki almost groaned. He forgot Kirishima had the other room next to his.

Monkey went white as a ghost, "Give me my phone back Momo, I'm calling Tsuragamae and the local cops."

Ponytail shook her head again, and Katsuki jumped in, not wanting that particular course of action to happen either.

"So what? She was shitfaced last night anyway, she probably managed to leave her room and bunk with someone else in her damn stupor."

He took a swing of water to wash down the small feeling of guilt at the door part, before remembering why he had to break it down in the first place, which brought a scowl to his face. Who gets drunk that late at night anyway? He had heard about the alcohol in her room from Kirishima, but he didn't expect her to be pounding down the shots before bed like an addict. Either way, they just had to wait until she woke up to see who she had bunked with since the picture was from an unknown number.

She'd be fine.

As he finished talking, Shitty Hair stopped drawing and Monkey stopped reaching for his phone and both looked up at Katsuki, confused. Monkey spoke first.

"Um… She doesn't drink at night, Bakugo."

Katsuki's chest suddenly felt uncomfortably tight as shock and something else ripped through his system.

"Plus, Momo, Todoroki, and myself were with her before she went to bed, so we know she was fine."

Katsuki almost dropped the cup he was holding, but luckily his reflexes are way too fast for that shit, and he recovered in less than a second. His lips twitched downward at his body's reaction. So he was right, there was a reason he didn't smell alcohol on her. Then what the fuck was that damn freakout? He had thought it was because she was blackout drunk, that she wouldn't even remember it.

"We have the USJ rescue training today." Ponytail reminded him, pocketing both cell phones. He cursed. Of all the shitty times to get no fucking sleep. She'd be equally as tired too, if not more.

Monkey didn't seem to notice Ponytail's action as he added to what she said. "We'll be so spread out there that she won't need to drink anyway. That, and she said she's not risking getting motion sick on the bus ride over."

Katsuki frowned at the Monkey's choice of wording. Who would need to drink? What does distance have to do with being an alcoholic?

Which apparently wasn't the cause for the screaming.

Katsuki couldn't get that off his mind. What the hell was that then? The only thing he could think of was a nightmare. If it was, he was definitely the asshole. She had given him tea after he had one, knowing despite him not telling her. He cringed as he remembered what he had said to her last night about dropping out.

It seemed to be Kirishima's turn to jump in as he looked at Katsuki in disbelief. "Bro, have you not checked your phone? That message was super not manly, General Education is goin' down!" He vowed, turning back to his stick figure attack plan.

Shit, right, there was more than just that picture, he recalled as he pulled out his phone and opened the message.

And as Katsuki read it, this time he really did drop the fucking glass.