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“wait - no- STOP-!”

Katsuki awoke in a panic. I’m so tired…

Katuski sighed, running his hands through his damp hair. Why can’t I get normal dreams or even fucking sleep? They’re always about…that. He got up from his bed and took off the sweat-soaked sheets, grabbed a towel, and a change of clothes.

I can’t keep going like this…it's laughable, what are the chances it happens fucking twice!

It’s early morning, so at least I can get away with showering right now.

Katsuki walked downstairs, threw his sheets in the washer, and made his way to the bathrooms on the third floor.

He turned the shower on and left the temperature on cold to shock himself awake, to get rid of the already burning feeling of hands on him, choking him, holding him down, tou-

No, don’t think about that. Not here, not now.

Katsuki tries to quickly finish his shower. Being in one place for too long makes his mind wander. When Katsuki returns to his room, he sees his unfinished analysis paper on historic pro heroes on his desk.

Shit. SHIT! I was supposed to finish that yesterday! I don’t have the time to finish it… I can’t just get a zero; I’m already turning it in a day late. What the fuck is wrong with me!

The stress of school, his mental issues(though he doesn’t want to admit that), and his mom’s expectations have him behind in class and hero training. This isn’t like him… he needs to get it together. Those villains didn’t mean anything, and neither does his past. Not now, not ever.

Katsuki begins to hear people leaving the dorms. After trying to finish his paper(and half-assing it), he finally finishes with just enough time to get to class before Aizawa shuffles his way in. He knows that attention will be brought to him, seeing as he’s getting to class late.

When Katsuki arrives at the classroom door, stares follow him.

Just like when all of those- Stop. Please. Not today.

He expected his treatment, but it still sets him on edge. He covers up his discomfort by straightening his posture more(if that’s even possible) and making sure no one thinks he cares about what they think.

But you do. I know.

Katsuki sits down, and as he predicted, Aizawa shuffles in with his sleeping bag in tow 1 minute after he’s arrived.

“Alright, everyone, in your seats for the love of God. Today, we’re covering battle strategies and when to use them. Please open your notebooks-” “Um sir… I accidentally fried mine yesterday…”

Of course Denki has found a way to fry a notebook. Katsuki scoffs and pulls out his own notebook while Aizawa yells at Denki about how his lack of preparation is not his problem and that he’ll have to use his shoes to write notes if he wants to get even a 10/100 for a grade.

Suddenly, he feels a hand on his shoulder, a hand that is a little too close to his neck…He instantly swats it away.

“What the fuck!”

He swings his head around to see fucking Denki.

“Whoa dude, I was just asking for a pencil,” Denki says with his hands in the air. “Yeah, well, you don’t have to fucking touch me to ask for simple shit like that,” Katsuki says, grumbling with a snarl on his face. He reaches into his bag and gets out a pencil and hands it out for Denki to grab.

“Thanks man!” Denki says while he claps a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder.

The nightmare from this morning doesn’t allow Katsuki to act rationally; still fresh in his mind, he shoots up and yells at Denki.

“Didn’t I just say don’t touch me!”

Denki flinches, and Katsuki instantly feels bad, but the anxiety, anger, and shame don’t allow him to show it.

“Bakugou! Sit down and stop yelling at your classmates!” Aizawa shouts with a scowl on his face.

Katsuki instantly sits down, suppressing a flinch from the volume of his teacher's voice.

How pathetic, you realize heroes don’t flinch at the volume of someone’s voice. Didn’t dear old mummy teach you? Or do you need to learn again?

No, stop. I already know. I don’t need shit from her. I’m sorry.

You were just yelling at Denki. Isn’t it stupid how you suddenly don’t like the volume of someone else’s voice? What a hypocritical bastard you are. How do you ever expect yourself to become a hero?

I know. I know. I know. I’m sorry…

“Bakugou!”

Katsuki snaps back to reality, realizing he’s been unresponsive for an unusual amount of time. He sees his teacher looking at him with a hint of annoyance on his face.

Of course, he’s annoyed with me. I always fuck up. Burden everyone around me.

His mom’s voice echoes in his head, “If you had never gotten caught, you would’ve never caused all this trouble!”

“Didn’t you hear me? I said to see me after class.”

“Yes, sir.” Katsuki mumbles.

Class drones on as Katsuki mindlessly writes down notes. Once class ends, Katsuki begrudgingly gets up and waits for everyone to leave while he waits near Aizawa’s desk.

“Bakugou, I know you just got back from being kidnapped-” Aizawa starts.

Katsuki wants to flinch at the mention of being kidnapped, but he suppresses it and purses his lips tightly. A fist starts to form where his hands lie in his pockets.

“But, you can’t just lash out at your classmates. I’m being gracious because of what happened, but this behavior can’t continue.”

As if you know everything.

Katsuki bitterly thinks.

“I don’t give a shit. He can’t just touch people as he pleases.” Katsuki wasn’t going to back down. He knows he shouldn’t have yelled. Hell, he shouldn’t even have a problem with a slight shoulder touch.

“I don’t care what you think-”

And that’s all Katsuki needs to hear before he wants to leave. He doesn’t care about defending himself. He wouldn’t be able to explain anyway. It’s pointless. No one cares about what he has to say, what he wants, what he thinks.

“As I said before, this behavior will not be met with grace next time. I’m warning you now that you will get detention along with a phone call to your parents.” Aizawa continues.

“Yes, sir.”

Katsuki leaves after Aizawa is done scolding him

Being disappointed

Shut up

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Katsuki makes it back to his dorm after a day of dissociating; in fact, he doesn’t remember even making it to his dorm. When he finally realized that he was back, he had already changed out of his clothes and was in his bed.

I need to get up. I have homework to do.

Even though he was aware of the workload that currently filled his backpack, he couldn’t find the strength to get up.

What are you? Weak? Hah, it fits you…couldn’t even get those villains off you. Not to mention your own-

SHUT UP!

Katsuki quickly jumps out of bed. The thought of being weak is making him shake.

I’m not weak; it didn’t happen, I’m making it up. Nothing. Happened.

Even with the newfound adrenaline, Katsuki can’t seem to make himself do his homework. He decides to go out for a run. Just to clear his head.

Katsuki finds his running shoes and throws them on as fast as possible before any new thoughts can pop into his mind. After successfully getting his shoes on and finding his phone, Katsuki shoves his still shaking hands in his pockets and exits his room. When he arrives in the common area, he sees the majority of his class sitting there… staring at him…

Stop. Stop staring, please.

Why would they stop? When has someone ever stopped simply because you asked nicely?

“What the fuck are all of you looking at, huh?!” Katsuki yells. Whatever voice is in his head is right. When has someone ever stopped what they were doing when he asked nicely.

“Of course you’re yelling at us…God, what did we even expect?”

We? Expect? What the fuck is floating girl on about…?

It’s not even a second later that he realizes Denki is sitting in the middle of the odd seance circle his class has seemed to form, looking guilty.

“What? You expect me to apologize to the bastard? Hah, when pigs fucking fly.”

Katsuki has already decided he’s done trying to explain. Is it self-sabotaging? Sure. But is it better than trying to explain something so weak of him and not being understood? Hell yeah. As much as Katsuki fights, he prefers flight.

“Of course we expect you to apologize! What you did wasn’t nice, and if I’m being completely honest, it was un-hero-like.”

That gets him. He’s not entertaining this. He came out of his room to clear his mind, to get away from his thoughts. Not have more things to think about thrown his way.

“Whatever. He can wish for an apology he’ll never get, all he wants. I told him once not to touch me, and he did it again. His stupidity is not my fault.”

“Bakugou, I think it’s best if you apologize.”

This time it’s Todoroki who speaks up, who touches his wrist…

“In your damn dreams!” Katsuki shouts, yanking his wrist from that bastard's grip.

Katsuki then walks out of the dorms.

It’s raining…just my fucking luck.

Katsuki starts his run, not minding the rain. He was mad, considering the rain makes his sweat less explosive, making it hard to protect himself. But the steady drops of the rain on his face are welcome, calming even. He doesn’t know where he’s running, just as long as his lungs hurt, his legs start to ache, and his body becomes numb.

He’s running endlessly, and honestly, he’s running from everything. The phantom touches, his mom, school, the LOV, that bastard, he’s running, and he’s not sure when he’ll stop. When everything will stop.

You could always kill yourself.

He stops.

What…?

Take a swan dive, down some pills, take an explosion to the head, you know how to do it.

I stopped thinking like that years ago. Get out of my head.

Katsuki decides to take a break. He sits down on a bench in a park, trying to catch his breath. Not from the running, but from the shock that he thought of killing himself.

No, that wasn’t me. It was that dumb, irritating voice. It’s wrong. It’s always wrong.

Except when I’m right.

“Shut up!” Katsuki’s hands fly to his head. His hands are shaking as they grip his hair. He can’t stop thinking! He was getting better, becoming normal, and then he went and got himself kidnapped. Of course, he did; he always fucks up. The thoughts don’t stop, they come in light-speed rushes, not allowing him to refute them, only accept them.

It’s not his hands shaking anymore, it’s his whole body. He can’t tell if the wetness on his face is from rain or the tears that he felt threatening to fall. He can’t tell where he is, what time it is.

He’s back. Back to that chair with the restraints, all of those villains staring at him with hunger. He refused them, so they found a different use for him. They’re touching him, choking him, and pulling off-

A sob gets yanked out of his throat; he isn’t holding his head anymore, but himself. He continues to sit there, crying. He figures it’s okay, he’s a city away. He can allow himself this much.

After Katsuki has finally pulled himself together. He gets up and starts his run back to the dorms, hoping the redness of his face will go away by then.

When he finally makes it back, he sees Aizawa standing there waiting for him.

Shit.

“Do you want to enlighten me on where you were? I was told that once you disrespected Denki again, you ran off,” Aizawa says with a piercing glare.

“I just went for a run,” Bakugou said with a scowl on his face.

“Mm, well, as we discussed before, you’re getting detention. I will be calling your mom and letting her know what happened. As for your punishment, you’ll be helping Recovery Girl after school.”

Katsuki stopped listening after he heard his mom was going to be called.

Shit, shit, shit, what do I do? She’s not going to be forgiving. She never fucking is.

“With that being said, go to your room, it’s almost curfew.”

Katsuki looks at Aizawa for a few seconds, debating if he should try and argue calling his mom. Katsuki looked down and walked off.

It won’t matter. She’s going to hit me anyway. It won’t be any different.

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Aizawa watched Bakugou stalk off towards the stairs. Aizawa can’t stop the growing feeling that something is wrong. He knows Bakugou got kidnapped; that can’t be easy. But this isn’t like him. Turning in assignments late, lashing out at classmates unreasonably, and not paying attention in class.

What happened to you, kid?

Aizawa leaves the dorms after standing there for a bit longer.

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Katsuki makes it back to his dorm room and pulls off his shoes. Once he’s sure Aizawa has left, he takes out a towel and goes down to the bathrooms to take a shower. Setting the temperature to freezing again, he climbs in. He washes his body vigorously, he can still feel the effects of his breakdown. After rubbing his body raw, Katsuki climbs out of the shower. He stops to look in the mirror.

I look terrible…

He’s positive that it won’t be changing any time soon. He still tries to correct the look of his sunken eyes and pale face.

It’s pointless, it’s all so pointless…

Katsuki gets back to his room and changes into dry, clean clothes.

The only part of you that will ever be clean.

Katsuki doesn’t even have the energy to disagree. He lies on his bed and stares at the ceiling for seemingly forever before the exhaustion of the day takes over him.

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Katsuki’s vision is swirling, still sick from that weird-ass villain's teleportation quirk.

What the fuck…? Why am I tied up?

Katsuki pulls at the restraints on his wrists and ankles. He ends up failing miserably, his strength exhausted from trying to fight off the villains that attacked them. It’s not until he tries to yell that he realizes he’s also muzzled.

…what…?

“Ah, Ah, I wouldn’t try anything funny if I were you.”

Katsuki’s head shoots up to see the fire bastard standing there.

“Mm! Mmmm! MM!”

“Stop, you look pathetic trying to speak. Honestly, I don’t know why they even kidnapped you out of all people.” Dabi says as he sighs.

“Whatever, I’m supposed to be watching you until that weirdo gets here. So, please sit tight and don’t be difficult, I’m tired quite frankly.”

Katsuki just looks at him.

This can’t be happening. I can’t even do anything. I don’t know what that fire bastard is going to do. I don’t know anything.

That revelation freaks Katsuki enough to sit silently until whatever “weirdo” shows up. A few minutes pass with Dabi doing random things around the rundown bar. He taunts Bakugou with questions, knowing he can’t answer. Reminding him constantly that he is powerless.

“What music do you like?”

“Are you hungry? If you tell me what you like, I can make it for you.”

“Are you really going to do nothing but sit there? It’s getting boring. Considering they chose you out of all people to kidnap, I expected a little more flair. I guess you’re just as lame as everyone else.”

Katsuki was going to blast his ass whenever he got out of whatever this is.

The door opens with a bang, and a guy with blue-grey hair walks in with other villains in tow.

“Ah, Dabi, thank you so much for keeping our little prize here safe and sound.”

This must be the weirdo.

“Katsuki! I can call you Katsuki, right?

Katsuki goes to refuse, but before he can even try, the weirdo continues.

“Well, you can't respond anyway, so I’ll just do whatever I want. You’re here because we’re going to recruit you! I’m Shigaraki, what do you say?”

Katsuki just stares at him.

You have to realize the irony, right?

“Oh! The muzzle…Toga, be a dear and take it off our friend here.”

The girl Toga walks up to take off the muzzle. Once it’s off, Katsuki takes some time to properly breathe.

“Your offer…” Katsuki begins, “Is shit.”

Shigaraki smiles widely. It freaks Katsuki for a split second before he schools his face to a scowl.

“Well…If that’s true, I’ll give you some time to think about it.” Shigaraki says in a manner Katsuki doesn’t like.

“Toga, take our guest to the room.”

Toga giggles with delight. It sets Katsuki on edge. A million questions are running through his head.

What room? Why is she so happy? Why does the fire bastard look like that?

Dabi had a grim look on his face while he watched Katsuki be moved from the main room to…

“You know, Katsuki, in this room, we’re allowed to do whatever we want to whoever is in it. We try to keep it nice to make our esteemed guests feel welcome.”

Katsuki doesn’t like a single thing that was implied. He tries to struggle, but Toga is stronger than him at the moment.

“Don’t try anything beautiful, it will only get worse!”

Every fiber in Katsuki’s being tells him that he needs to get out, find a way to escape. Toga and Katsuki finally reach the mystery room, and he has to admit it does look nice. There’s a bed, a TV, and even some decent lighting. Katsuki is then thrown in the room, and Toga locks the door. She moves over to a closet and pulls out a silver tray. Katsuki’s admiration of the room quickly goes away as he sees what's on the tray. His anxiety spikes as Toga picks up a 12-inch needle syringe.

“Should we start with this, Kat?”

The nickname makes him shiver. He starts to shake slightly while he watches Toga get closer. He tries to get away, but his hands are tied, and all he can do is shuffle on the floor until he hits the wall behind him.

“By the end, you’ll wish you said yes,” Toga says with a sinister smile.

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Hi! I’m so sorry I haven’t been updating3 Life has been kicking my ass but I think with me quitting band and hopefully other stuff being done soon I will be able to have more time:p The kudos definitely motivate me so I will try my best within my limits to update and finish this because I’m not a fan of unfinished works that barely got into the story… I’m going to delete this chapter once I can start getting into a rhythm. I will begin chapter 3 this weekend!

Bye bye!! I hope to see you next week

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GASP

Katsuki woke up in a panic. Cold sweat dripping down his neck and back, staring into the darkness of his dorm room while his hands fight to stay steady. The only sound filling the room was his desperate gasps for air.

Katsuki almost forces his hands to move, gripping the edge of the bed, he forces himself to stand on shaking legs.

“Please—” he wheezed. For what? He doesn’t know. And to whom? He also doesn't know that. All he knows is that the walls feel like they’re closing in, the air is getting thinner and he can’t think.

Katsuki somehow makes it to the door, practically ripping it open. He doesn’t know what time it is, unaware that his classmates might be in the common room. He doesn’t particularly care either, he just wants air, his dorm, this building, is suffocating.

He stumbles down the stairs. All he can make out is the faint light of the kitchen, but he doesn’t care right now. He finally makes it to the front door, stumbling like a newborn calf.

The fresh autumn air finally hits his face, and he’s never been more grateful for the coldness in the air.

He crouches down on the ground and hugs himself. The air was blowing through his hair. He finally gets a full breath of air in his lungs and feels free.

Why can’t I get over it? It happened, it’s done, I should be fine. I am fine.

And yet, as Katsuki says this to himself, he feels phantom touches all over his body, as if the pain and suffering are happening all over again. The torture and weeks of enduring everything flash through his mind over and over again. The only thing keeping him grounded is the coolness of the outside, the quiet rushes of animals in the nearby bushes.

Why don’t they care…? I was gone for weeks, and yet everyone acts as though I’d just jump back from that.

Katsuki stands up, anger replacing anxiety—

“Yeah, so what if I’m not over it? Why would I be!? I was alone for days on end, my only company being those fucking villains,”

He’s now waving his arms around and talking to himself as if he’s gone insane.

“So yeah, I’m not fucking ‘fine’, who would be after that-” His voice cracks. Tears well up. And his throat feels like it’s filling with needles. The fleeting anger is instantly torn down by sadness as he collapses back on the ground.

“I’m not fine,” he finally admits to himself. And while it should be like a weight lifted off his chest, it only drags him down further into the ocean he was already struggling to swim in. His determination leaves his body as he lets himself go.

I’m done fighting…it got me nowhere then and it won’t get me anywhere now. I’m fucked up beyond repair, and no one cares enough to look at me.

Finally you’re seeing what I’m seeing.

Katsuki forgot about that voice. It appeared during his kidnapping, keeping him company. It was only after he got out and started to return to normal life that it started criticizing everything he did, rather than comforting him. But, he can’t disagree with it either. As much as he wishes everything it says wasn’t true, it is. He is weak. He is unloved. He is broken. He is everything it says he is.

The front door handle is twisted, and Katsuki instantly changes his position from slouching to rimrod straight. He doesn’t turn around; that would just make whoever is there suspicious. He hears footsteps approach as the door swings shut from the hydraulic hinges. From the corner of his eye, he notices the mysterious person's shoes stop.

“What do you want?” Katsuki forces himself to say in the most normal way possible. He doesn’t know if it sounds natural, though.

“Nothing, I just noticed you sitting here. You looked odd when you came down the stairs,” the person says in a cool tone.

It’s then that Katsuki looks up and sees Todoroki. Todoroki is looking at him with the same indifferent stare he always has. Katsuki looks down again and sighs.

“Well, I just wanted fresh air so you can leave,” Katsuki said, disinterest lacing his voice. He just wants to be alone; he doesn’t think he can hold it together much longer.

“Mm…Mind if I sit with you then?” Todoroki says, now facing Katsuki. He tilts his head as he asks, hair falling in his face slightly, the lights on the front porch area making his hair seem like it's glowing.

“Yeah, I do fucking mind.” Katsuki says as he stands up abruptly, fast-walking to the door. He feels slightly guilty because the fire-bastard did nothing wrong, but he couldn’t be there another second. Being around people was too much; they’re too unpredictable, and with the nightmare he had just woken up from, he truly can’t bear it.

But as he walks to his dorm, his dream flashes in his mind again, and his hand freezes at the door handle. His hands start shaking again, and he curses himself. He forces himself to pull on the handle and open the door. Immediately, he turns on the lights, breathing a sigh of relief. Then he moves, checking every nook and cranny to make sure there is nothing in his room. Rationally, he knows there isn't anything or more importantly anybody, but the irrational part of him thinks that the league somehow shrank themselves and they’re just waiting for him to lower his guard.

With that being said, Katsuki decided there’s no way he is going to sleep tonight. Instead, he decides to do all the work he’s been putting off, not minding the workload as it’ll distract him.

Shoto looks at Katsuki as he walks off, noticing the unnatural fast pace. When he heard stumbling from upstairs, he stopped his cooking to listen. Not long after, he saw Bakugou gripping the handrail with white knuckles and uncoordinated legs. He seemed unfocused and made a beeline for the door.

Shoto sat there debating if he should go out there and check on him. He made his decision after he heard faint talking from outside. Concerned, he made his way to the door. When he opened the door, he was greeted with Bakugou sitting on the steps of the walkway.

At first, Shoto believed nothing was wrong, that he was just outside because he wanted to be, and perhaps he had just woken up. But then he spoke, and his voice sounded strained and detached. It made Shoto worried slightly…

Leading up to him, now standing alone outside.

Is he okay…?

Katsuki’s finished about 12 assignments by 5 a.m. He gets up for the first time in hours. He doesn’t know how long he was sitting at his desk, but he doesn’t care. He goes to his wardrobe to get his uniform. He gets ready for class quickly so that he can go downstairs and make some coffee to wake him up and take his time walking to school.

When he reaches downstairs, he sees Icy-Hot yet again. He was annoyed instantly, unreasonably of course, but still annoyed.

“Move out of my way,” He barked.

Todoroki only looked at him and moved aside quietly.

Katsuki moved past him and started on his coffee. While doing so, he scrolled on his phone, reading recent news and articles. He pauses when he sees one with his name in the title, reading, What Really Happened During Katsuki Bakugou’s Kidnapping. He stared at his phone for what felt like forever

Do they know? How? I-I didn’t say anything…I didn’t-

He’s broken out of his thoughts by the coffee machine beeping, signifying that his coffee was done. He looks at it for a while before slowly getting up, dazed. His movements were slow, slightly messy, as he poured his fresh, hot coffee into a portable cup. He grabbed his bag and left. As he left the dorms, he opened his phone again, looking at the article. He started to read through it,

What Really Happened During Katsuki Bakugou’s Kidnapping

As we all know, UA student, Katuski Bakugou, was rescued from a 3-week kidnapping by pro hero All Might along with classmates Shoto Todoroki, Tenya Iida, Ochaco Uraraka, and Eijiro Kirishima. His grand rescue happened 1 week ago, and the details of what happened have been elusive. Until now, that is.

We have received information from an anonymous person, detailing what really went down.

According to our source, Katsuki Bakugou was asked to join the League of Villains! Considering his past actions, it is reasonable to suspect he accepted their offer, and during those three weeks, they were preparing him to be a spy for the League of Villains. It’s possible he said no and they kept him until he said yes, but seeing as there was no other information from our source, who says Katsuki told them everything, I think we all know what happened.

Katsuki stops reading. He’s not sure if this is better or worse. People will think he’s a spy, but at least they don’t know all of what went down. But…now he’s being framed as a villain…after going through everything he did, all because he said no. Everything he endured and still is enduring. Every…

Katsuki throws his phone on the pavement. He can’t stand it. His position at UA is going to be questioned now; his classmates are going to hate him even more than they already do, his teacher is going to be disappointed in him, and no one will believe him.

He doesn’t go to school. He waits until he knows everyone will be in class to start walking back to the dorms. And while the walk would be beautiful any other day with the autumn leaves falling on the pavement and the crunch of leaves beneath his feet, he can’t find the beauty in anything. Not himself, not life, not anything. His face is blank, eyebrows smooth, lips downturned in the way they naturally do.

He makes it to the dorms and goes straight to his dorm, locking the door. Sliding down the adjacent wall, Katsuki puts his face in his hands.

“I can’t do this,” Katsuki says to himself as he breaks into sobs.

Moving his hands to his torso, he tightly hugs himself.

What am I going to do? I can’t possibly tell them what happened…They’ll kick me out either way. A hero being defiled in such a way? They’ll never accept me. No one wants a hero who can’t protect themselves; they already think I’m weak.

He feels the sudden urge to throw up anything he’s consumed in the past week, but he can’t find the energy to get up and go to the bathroom, so he just sits there taking the feeling as something else to focus on.

He suddenly hears a knock on the door, but he doesn’t answer. He just prays that they’ll think he’s not here. That he went home or ran away, something, anything. He doesn’t want to deal with reality. And with that thought, the world around him unfocuses, his body relaxes, and his breathing evens out.

Whoever was at the door somehow opens it and comes into his field of vision. He can’t clearly see the person, but he sees their black hair and clothes and registers the person as Aizawa. He slowly looks up but can’t force himself to react. He sees Aizawa talking, but he can’t hear him. The exhaustion from last night suddenly hits him like a wave, and his head begins to feel heavy.

Shouta watches as Bakugou’s head slowly falls, and he panics for a moment. When he first entered the room, Bakugou looked…strange, to say the least. Shouta quickly moves to hold Bakugou.

“Bakugou?”

“...”

“Bakugou? Answer me…!” Shouta desperately says.

Shouta is unsure of what to do because he doesn’t know what’s wrong. He picks up Bakugou and places him on the unmade bed. He thinks it’s unusual for the bed to be messy considering how much of a perfectionist Bakugou is, but that’s not important right now.

He takes off Bakugou’s uniform jacket and unbuttons his shirt to allow him more comfort. As he goes to hang up Bakugou’s jacket to prevent it from wrinkling, he hears shuffling from behind him. When he turned around, he saw Bakugou’s face scrunched up, trying to push the covers off of him. He looks like he’s desperately struggling, as if the blankets are burning him. Shouta moves to take the blankets off Bakugou. As soon as he does, his student instantly stops moving, and his face relaxes again.

Shouta sits down at the edge of the bed, waiting for his student to wake up.