Izuku was tired. You might be thinking, "isn't that a bit normal? I mean, he is a hero student after all." And you wouldn't be wrong, but he means a different type of tired.

For those who are not yet aware, Izuku is an only child. This means that he has come to cherish having a quiet home where he can hear himself think and sleep in silence.

He doesn't have that anymore.

Ever since class 1-A has moved into the dorms, it has been one sound after another. Izuku wouldn't find this as much of a problem if it wasn't a 24/7 issue.

There are only so many nights that he can take of hearing Tokoyami's midnight rituals, or Aoyama's cheese, or Kaminari's music, or whatever the hell Mineta does in his room before Izuku wants to snap. Thats not to mention the increasing pressure to succeed and make All Might proud. He's so tired. At this point he's running off of coffee, 36 hour energy, red bull, and half a brain cell.

Unfortunately, his ungodly energy drink concoction ingredients are running out, so he volunteered for the next grocery run.

It was just his luck that he's a villain magnet.

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Shigaraki saw this moment as an absolute steal. I mean, his self declared arch nemesis is walking, out in the open, at night, with no protection. Obviously he was going to kidnap him.

He didn't mean to knock the kid out when warping him, but it made his job easier.

But boy, did the kid look like shit.

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"Are you sure you got the right kid? I mean, he looks like death warmed over and the guy we usually fight is sunshine incarnate." A voice said.

"Positive. His ID confirms it." Another scratchy voice said.

"Izu-chan is still cute though. Are you positive I can't have his blood?" A girly voice said.

"I don't think you want his blood. Have you seen the things in his bag? Who needs five 36 hour energies, reaper's kiss coffee, 3 cans of red bull, a box of Tylenol, and a jumbo container of meletonin?" A fifth voice said.

It was that statement that brought Izuku to consciousness. "Leave my life elixir shit alone." It was only when he opened his eyes that he realized where he was.

The league of villain hideout (version 2).

"Ah shit. Here we go again."

The villains were all looking at him with some level of concern or bewilderment. "What?"

"Where you planning to consume all of this at once?" Spinner asked. He was the one holding Izuku's grocery bag. "Did he just swear?" Toga whispered to a nodding Dabi.

"Obviously not." Izuku stated, and a couple of the villains relaxed, "the meletonin is for sleeping." That caused a couple of the villains to uproar.

"You shouldn't be consuming this much caffeine at the same time as pain medication. There is enough caffeine to kill a small village in this bag!" Spinner said.

"Forget torturing you for secrets on the heroes, we need to quarantine you from caffeine. This is now an intervention." Dabi stated from the bar where he was playing cards with Kurogiri.

"No, please! My arms have been killing me, and I haven't had a decent period of sleep in the past two weeks!" Izuku made to grab the bag from Spinner before becoming aware of the tied down and cuffed state of his hands and feet. "Huh..."

Shigaraki blinked at him. "Are you only now noticing that we tied you to the chair?"

"Uhhh...yes?"

Shigaraki blinked again. "I don't think he's lying."

"What do you mean by 'your arms have been killing you?'" Toga said, leaning into Izuku's personal space.

Izuku leaned away as far as he could in his chair. "I'm not answering that."

Shigaraki seemed to analyze him for a bit before nodding. "He might just fold if we do that Dabi. Good idea."

Izuku mentally screamed.

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Seeing as how there isn't much one can do when they are strapped and cuffed to a chair, Izuku took the opportunity to sleep. The villains must have become worried that he had keeled over due to exhaustion because after a couple hours, he was woken with a slap.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"You weren't waking up. You somehow slept through several of Shigaraki's gamer rages last night as well as Twice yelling the Scottish national anthem this morning. We thought you died." Dabi said.

"I wish." Izuku said. Dabi snorted.

"Well, Kurogiri made breakfast, and you are going to like it or else."

"Umm....how exactly...." Izuku said gesturing as much as he could to his bindings.

"Yo! Shiggy! I'm going to untie the kid for breakfast!" Dabi yelled across the room to the crusty man sitting at the dining table.

"Sure, as long as you keep the cuffs on and don't leave him unsupervised."

Dabi untied Izuku's hands and feet and lead him to the table. Izuku started flexing his hands to try and relieve some of the pain. Everything started going downhill when he tried to eat.

Kurogiri had made miso soup with vegetables and rolled omelets for breakfast. It was admittedly way better than what Izuku was expecting for a rag-tag on-the-run villain group. The problem was his hands.

No matter what he tried, his hands wouldn't stop shaking enough for him to use his chopsticks. He let out a deep, spine depressing sigh.

"You good kid? I said eat." Dabi said.

"I know, I just...." Izuku mumbled the rest as he tried and failed to pick up an egg slice.

"I can't hear you kid." Dabi said, annoyed. "Speak up!"

"I said, I have chronic pain in my hands, okay!" Izuku half shouted as he put down his chopsticks. He lowered his voice. "I can't stop my hands from shaking."

"Oh." Dabi said. He and Shigaraki spared a glance at eachother. "Is that what the Tylenol was for?"

Izuku grumbled. "Yes! Usually, I would be wearing my compression wraps right about now."

"Why not a compression glove?" Shigaraki asked. "Aren't those better than wraps? Also, why not use arthritis creame?"

Izuku grumbled without answering. He abandoned the utensils in favor of using his better hand to pick up the food and shove it in his mouth.

Dabi gained a knowing look that Shigaraki didn't understand. He stood up and left the room. Shigaraki was left with the menace of table manners to eat.

"So....is the chronic hand pain from the sports festival?" Shigaraki asked. Izuku looked up and glared at him with a mouth full of food. He didn't grace the leader with an answer.