The two weeks following finals were oppressingly boring without the daily stimulation of the hero course classes. Midoryia thought freedom from the tight schedules and heavy workload would be relaxing. Instead he found himself with no outlet for the level of energy he had grown accustomed to putting out every day. His mother was happy to have him home more and she did her best to treat him and make his time off feel like a vacation. He'd chatted briefly with some over text or met up at the mall, but everyone was spending time with their families before school started , Midoryia ached to see his friends again in the same capacity as before. Midioryia missed Mob the most. It was strange not having Mob shadowing him, but Mob spent his time first with his brother and his friends from middle school during the first week and last week on vacation with his family. Mob was not much of a texter and his replies were slow and infrequent.

That was then, now it was time for the Training Camp. Midoryia could barely contain his excitement and he spent the night vibrating at a frequency only dogs could hear. So it was a shock to see Mob that following morning swaying slightly on his feet fighting sleep.

"Mob, are you okay?" Midoryia asked as he put his duffle down next to Mob's.

Mob breathed in deeply, the slack in his muscles disappeared and he stood taller. Midoryia suddenly had the image of an inflating balloon appear in his head.

"I'm fine." Mob said slowly, but his words were slurred slightly from exhaustion, "My train only cycles every hour this early in the morning. I also wrote the time down as an hour earlier than it was supposed to be. I arrived at the same time as the teachers."

His body sagged again as he spoke, as if each word released a little bit of the air he gathered to inflate himself. He started to pitch forward and Midoryia instinctively put a hand out to catch him.

"You can sleep on the bus." Midoryia reassured Mob.

All Mob did was sigh and nod in response.

Shortly over the next few minutes did everyone else arrive. Mob half acknowledged anyone that walked up to them. Midoryia greeted each cheerfully, pulling their attention away from Mob to himself. When it was time to board the bus Midoryia picked up Mob's duffle which was surprisingly light for a week away. Midoryia felt the heft of his own and wondered if he overpacked.

On the bus, people started to wake up. They pulled out their phones and snacks, and the pent up excitement started to bubble over. Mob sat dully next to Midoryia so he turned around in his seat to watch Sero's antics in the back row. Iida started to reprimand the class which did nothing but stimulate the chaos. The bus suddenly pulled forward, and Midoryia slipped from his precarious position on his, stopping himself from sliding to the floor as a heavy weight fell on his back.

Midoryia laughed out of surprise and embarrassment, "Mob did that catch you off guard too?"

No response.

Midoryia pinched his brows as he shifted Mob's weight off of himself and propped his friend up in his own seat again, "Mob? You okay?"

The bus hit a corner and Mob slumped onto Midoryia's shoulder quiet forcefully. Mob breathed deeply and evenly, his body as rigid as a ragdoll with a soft, placid expression across his face. It was so startlingly different than his forced calmness and detached coolness that Midoryia gasped slightly and couldn't bring himself to disturb him.

"Is Mob okay?" Uraraka stood and leaned over from across the aisle.

"Whoa Is Kageyama asleep?" Ashido spun in her seat with a huge smile across her face.

"It looks like it Mina." Toru said.

"I don't know why you guys are so excited, Bowl Cut looks as lively as ever." Bakugo scoffed and closed his own eyes.

"How can he sleep in this noise?" Yaoyorozu asked from the seat behind them, "I could make him a neck pillow so he stops leaning on you."

"Falling asleep on the bus to camp is pretty gutsy." Someone else said jokingly from the back.

"Shh!" Midoryia put a finger to his lips as Mob started to stir awake, or so Midoryia thought as Mob just snuggled his head into Midoryia's neck, once he found a more comfortable position Mob gave a gentle sigh and went limp again.

"Oh my god, I can't not get a picture of this!" Mina leapt up from her seat with her phone in hand.

"The bus is moving. Sit down!" Iida barked from the front.

Mina winked and waved off his order, "I'll be quick. Just one picture."

With that the flood gates were open and several of the guys and girls pulled out their phones and started snapping pictures as quickly as they could. Midoryia blushed furiously covering his own face as the camera's got closer. The bus hit another bump and everyone yelp and grabbed the closest seat to steady themselves. Mob bounced off of Midoryia's shoulder and onto his lap, then the class watched in horror the bus came to a stop and Mob slammed loudly into the seats in front of them.

"Oh shit Kageyama are you okay?" Kirishima leaned over the seats, pocketing his phone before pulling up on the back of Mob's shirt to reveal Mob looking very awake and confused despite the return of his flat affect.

Mob sat up in this seat and rubbed his forehead, seemingly unconcerned with the gaggle of students hovering over him, "I'm fine. I think I fell asleep."

"Tough as always Kageyama," Kirishima smiled and sat back in his own seat.

Everyone filtered back to their seat in varying levels of disappointment. Mob oblivious to it all did notice that Midoryia's face was still red. He tilted his head to look at Midoryia who avoided his gaze to look out the window instead.

"Did you hit your head too?" Mob asked.

"Nope." Midoryia said quietly.

Mob looked forward again, "Okay."

Fifteen minutes later, Midoryia got several messages from Mina. Each one was a photo, heavily edited with filters and stickers, of Mob sleeping on Midoryia's shoulder. Midoryia threw an exasperated look at Mina who was smiling devilishly at him from her seat tapping on her phone.

Another ping. what? did you want the originals too?

Midoryia thought for a moment and then texted back, yes.