It was a tranquil night in the dormitory where the Bakusquad members resided. The stillness was only interrupted by the soft, rhythmic breathing of the sleeping teenagers.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the loud and familiar sound of someone tumbling down the stairs.

"Ouch!" Kaminari Denki grunted, wincing as he hit the bottom of the staircase. This wasn't new for him; his frequent clumsiness was a bit of a running joke.

The noise roused a few of the other members of the Bakusquad. They rubbed their eyes sleepily, peeking out from their rooms.

"Denki, not again!" groaned Eijiro Kirishima, also known as Red Riot. His voice was filled with a mix of annoyance and worry.

Mina Ashido, also known as Pinky, also emerged from her room, shaking her head at her friend's ungraceful fall.

"You're louder than Bakugo's explosions, dude!" Mina giggled, pointing at Kaminari.

Hanta Sero, otherwise known as Cellophane, simply rolled his eyes and went back to his room, mumbling, "It's too early for this comedy show."

Kaminari simply laughed it off. He was always one to find humor in his own misfortune. After all, laughter was the best medicine, right?

Kirishima, being the caring soul he is, helped Denki up, while Ashido went to the kitchen to fetch some ice for his bumps.

"Thanks, man," Denki mumbled, rubbing the back of his head, before accepting the ice pack from Mina with a sheepish grin.

The group shambled back to their rooms, leaving Denki nursing his new bruises on the living room couch.

They all knew this pattern all too well. Denki would take a tumble, they'd help him up, and then they'd all go back to sleep, only for it to happen again.

However, despite the inconvenience, there was an unspoken bond in these shared late-night moments. Warm light filled the dormitory as Kaminari's friends retreated back to their rooms.

Kaminari chuckled to himself, despite the throbbing in his backside. He had a tradition to uphold. After all, he thought, what is a hero, if not always falling and getting up again?

With that, he got up and trudged back to his room, ready to get some sleep. His friends would have more jokes to crack in the morning - that was for sure.

That night, the dormitory returned to its peaceful serenity, with only the quiet hum of Denki's laughter echoing in the hallway.

The echo grew fainter as he closed his bedroom door, the only sound in the otherwise silent dormitory.

Smiling to himself, Denki was already looking forward to his next tumble. After all, there was solace in these shared moments of clumsiness and laughter.

He knew that just as they would laugh at him tomorrow, they would also be there to help him up - and that was all that really mattered.

So, as the dormitory fell back into a peaceful silence, Kaminari Denki fell asleep, ready to face a new day - and maybe, just maybe, another tumble.

For the Bakusquad, this was just another normal night in their lives. Despite the chaos, these were the moments that brought them closer.

And as the dormitory settled back into its usual quiet, one thing was certain: The thunderous tumble of Kaminari Denki would always be a part of their shared memories.

After all, it's not the falls that define a hero, but the courage to get up again and again. Denki, with his clumsy falls, reminded them of this every day.

Just like a tumultuous thunderstorm, Kaminari Denki was an essential part of the Bakusquad, brightening up their lives with his electric personality and frequent tumbles.

And while the others slept peacefully again, they knew they’d wake up to another round of Kaminari’s antics - and they wouldn't have it any other way.