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Shouta woke up with a pounding heart, the ghost of fruit jelly on his tongue.
Oh my god, he thought numbly. What the hell. What the hell.
No other dreams had ever felt so vivid. Real.
It was unsettling.
On the bedside table, his phone buzzed. Shouta flinched, reaching for it with trepidation.
Noise Husband <3:
I kNOw you're aWaKE, ShoU! Don’t forget to order the cake for the lil listener and Todobaku’s spring wedding! LOVE YOU! :)
Just Zashi, thank goodness.
He set down the phone and closed his eyes, focusing on slowly steadying his breathing.
"Zawa-san?"
Shouta flinched again and looked over. For some reason, Izuku was curled up on his couch.
Oh right.
He'd adopted the problem child.
"Did something happen? Why do you look dead on the inside?" Izuku mumbled, rubbing his eyes, frowning at Shouta with mild concern.
"I had a..."
Nightmare, the haunted recesses of his mind whispered.
"Very weird dream," Shouta said instead. "Don't worry about it, problem child. Go back to sleep."
"I had a really weird dream too," Izuku murmured sleepily, brows creased slightly, and yawned. "Something about ballerinas...? Dreams are just weird like that, sensei. Don't let it get to you."
He snuggled back under the covers, fluffy green hair poking over the top. A soft smile tugged the corners of Shouta's lips up.
Izuku. Sweet, rambling, symbol-of-peace Izuku with his mundane not brocolli hair.
Thank heavens for small mercies.
"Izuku?"
The problem child blinked, peeking over the blanket, "Uh, yes, sensei?"
"I love you."
Izuku brightened like the sun just broke through the clouds, beaming shyly. "I love you too, Zawa-san. Are you sure you're feeling alright?"
He considered that.
"No," he said, and got up to get some caffeine into his system.
Shouta was never sleeping again.