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Katsuki Bakugo had a problem. And despite the fact that he could do anything, this one kept crawling up from his throat into his mind.
Izuku Midoriya was dead.
Katsuki didn't believe he should be morning over him, and yet he was. Because for some strange reason, every time he heard his name whispered in the halls or called out on the news, Katsuki felt something choking up his throat. A cry maybe? A sense of dread. He was really sure, and he didn't understand. In a way, he thought he might know, but if it was what he was thinking that was even worse, so he'd rather just remain oblivious.
It was a problem.
A really big problem.
Every meal felt menial, every bite felt like a chore. School felt pointless, endless, droning on and on. He didn't know why it did, it just did. His mom kept asking if he was alright, if he wanted to see a therapist or talk to someone. Katsuki wasn't sure. He wasn't sure of much anymore. And he felt like everyone could see right through him, see he was struggling.
He didn't want to be weak. He didn't want anyone to think he was weak either. No one saw the number 1 hero as weak so why should he be any different. All their sympathetic glasses felt more like burns, like a weight piling onto his shoulders. And he kept waking up in the middle of the night after having dreamt of Izuku, with fat tears rolling down his face. Sometimes he tried to laugh it off, but all that came out were choked sobs.
But that was fine.
Katsuki Bakugo had a problem, but he was going to fix it.
He had to.