I let out a yawn, still pressed against Hitoshi's side, but now we were in Eijirou's room. It had started to get cold in the garage after the sun went down, so we had all migrated to the redhead's bedroom. 

"Sleep, we need sleep," Hitoshi spoke up, yawning as soon as he finished his statement. 

"I don't want to leave though," I whined, burying my head into his shoulder. I could hear Eijirou laughing at my antics from a few feet in front of me, but I didn't have the energy to quip back at him. 

"Just fucking sleep here, when have we ever had a problem with that?" Katsuki said, his voice quieter than it had been a few moments ago. He was such a softy.

"But then Toshi has to stay." I wasn't planning on letting go of the other insomniac any time soon. We were a package deal at the moment. 

"Darlin', we let you two make out on our couch. Do you really think we still care if he sleeps here?" Eijirou's tone was light and teasing, easing all of my tension in an instant. I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop over this arrangement, for one of them to suddenly not be okay with it anymore. 

"Awe," Hitoshi cooed, tired sarcasm rearing its head. "Don't I just feel like part of the family." 

"Mm, package deal," I mumbled weakly, probably not making much sense to anyone else. I wasn't even sure if I was making sense to myself, too sleep-deprived to think. 

I felt Hitoshi place a gentle kiss on the top of my head, pulling me tighter against him. "Get some sleep, Iz." 

I hummed, finally letting consciousness slip from my grasp. 

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When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I noticed was how uncomfortably warm I was. It was like someone had a heated, weighted blanket over me that was turned up on the highest setting. 

As I blinked the sleep from my eyes, I realized that it wasn't a blanket at all, just the limbs of all three of my boyfriends. Hitoshi had passed out against the wall, then me, then Ei and Kats on the other side. How we had managed to fit four people across Eijirou's queen-sized bed eluded me. 

"I'm dying," I whined in a whisper, trying to remove the arms around me. I wasn't kidding when I said it was hot, and not in the fun way. It was starting to overstimulate me and I cried when I got overstimulated. I didn't think any of the boys wanted to wake up to me sobbing. 

"Shut up," Hitoshi slurred, trying to wrap his arm around me again. 

"No," I said a little too loudly, making his violet eyes blink open at me. "'M too hot, get off, get off!" 

Hitoshi's arm was retracted almost instantly, just as Eijirou and Katsuki started to grumble and shift. Great, I had managed to wake all of them up. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I said quickly, still trying to fight their arms off of me. I felt terrible for waking them up, but if they didn't get the fuck off of me I was going to have a meltdown. 

"Iz? What the fuck is wrong?" Eijirou asked quickly, not fully coherent yet. 

Hitoshi managed to get the redhead's arm off of me and as soon as I was free, I was scrambling for the end of the bed. I needed to get out of the blankets and cocoon of heat that had become of it. 

"He's too hot, he just needs a sec," Hitoshi helpfully supplied, right as I fell off the bed and landed with a hard thud. 

I didn't move, just let myself lay on Eijirou's cool floor and stared at the ceiling. A deep breath filled my lungs, trying to steady my rapidly beating heart. Overstimulation was a bitch that usually caused a panic attack. Thankfully, I had gotten away from the problem quickly enough to calm down. 

"You good, Iz?" Hitoshi called from his spot on the bed. He hadn't even moved, used to this. It wasn't the first time he'd woken up to me overheating. I was honestly a little surprised it hadn't happened with Eijirou and Katsuki earlier. 

"Yeah," I breathed out, finally starting to cool off. 

"See?" Hitoshi asked. "Totally fine." 

Suddenly Katsuki's head appeared in my line of vision, vague concern on his face that I could tell he was trying to hide. "You gonna stay there or come to the kitchen with me? It's cooler downstairs." 

"Kitchen, please," I said with a small smile, holding my hand up so he could haul me to my feet. "You two coming with?" I called to the other two still in bed. 

Eijirou took one look at me, on my feet and in one piece, and let his head fall face first into his pillow. "Five more minutes," was his muffled response. 

"Ten," Hitoshi corrected, going back to his original sleep position, his back pressed against the wall. 

"Iz will just get you when breakfast is done," Katsuki said, rolling his eyes at both of them. 

Hitoshi held up his thumb in acknowledgment, Eijirou didn't even bother. 

Katsuki kept a loose hold on my hand, leading me from the bedroom and down the stairs. Once we were in the kitchen, he grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and handed it to me. I was then banished to a stool at the counter while he got started on making pancakes. 

"Sorry, I freaked out," I mumbled, resting my forehead on the counter and letting the ice pack balance on the back of my neck. I was finally starting to feel like a normal human again. 

"You're fine, nerd. Watching you fall off the bed made up for waking me up," he said with a snort of laughter.

I frowned, not that he could see it. "So mean, Kacchan." 

"Shut up, you know I'm fucking with you." 

"Obviously," I said with my own laugh, picking my head up and now needing to hold the ice pack in place. "But we're never all sleeping in the same bed again." 

I could just barely see his eyes roll. "If you hadn't overheated it would have been heaven for you." 

"Fine," I amended because he did have a point. "Only on really cold nights." 

One side of his mouth quirked up in a half smile. "Whatever, nerd." 

Hitoshi came grumbling down the stairs, a pissed-off look on his face as he took the stool next to me. He hadn't spoken to or acknowledged Katsuki and me. 

"I thought you were gonna sleep until breakfast?" I asked, letting my forehead rest against the countertop again. Holding onto the ice pack was too much work. 

"I'm too awake now," he said with a huff. 

"I'm sorry." 

"You're not why I'm awake," he grumbled, his forearms resting against the counter. "Kirishima's ringtone is really fucking loud." 

Katsuki twisted his upper body slightly so he could see us better. "Who the fuck is calling him at nine A.M. on a Saturday?" 

"Ashido," Eijirou answered for him, entering the kitchen looking less than pleased. "Couldn't wait an hour to ask if she'd left her sweatshirt here." He claimed the stool on the other side of me but notably didn't try to hug or hang on me. The ice pack was a dead giveaway that I couldn't handle any more heat. 

I couldn't fight the smile that formed. "I wasn't aware she could wake up before ten on weekends." 

"Something about a breakfast date with Uraraka, I don't know. I didn't really give a shit," Eijirou grumbled, resting his chin on his folded arms. He tiredly watched as Katsuki moved around the kitchen, working on our own breakfast. 

I sighed seeing all of them so exhausted. "I'm sorry I woke you guys up. I promise I was really trying to be quiet." 

"We're not mad at you, love," Hitoshi said again, the new nickname not going unnoticed. Suddenly, I was overheating for a whole new reason. "I would have fallen back asleep just fine if Ashido hadn't called." 

"Same," Eijirou agreed easily. "I wasn't even fully awake until my phone went off." 

"Eye bags," Katsuki said with a tired sigh, turning away from the food to look between my frozen, blushing face and Hitoshi. "You fucking broke him." 

"But he's so cute when he's flustered," Hitoshi teased. I was positive he was smirking at me, but my body wouldn't move, so I couldn't see it. 

"Yeah, yeah, just make sure he's still breathing," Katsuki said with his lopsided smile as he turned back to our breakfast. 

A chapter of full fluff. You know what that means for next chapter :)