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Izuku hasn’t slept in three days.
He’s pretty sure he’s fine though. Like, yes, he keeps having these full body twitches every couple of minutes, and there’s a tiny Kacchan jumping up and down on his back and screaming profanities while he finishes typing, but that’s completely normal. Probably.
Anyway, Izuku hasn’t slept in three days, so he’s completely aware of what he looks like when he barges into the office at nine am—his hair is in clumps, sticking out all over the place, his eye bags can carry bricks, and his skin is pale. Izuku’s eyes are wide, so wide he thinks he might have taped them open sometime after four am—he can’t really remember. Izuku clutches a 32 oz. thermos of black coffee with five shots of espresso like a lifeline in his left hand, his laptop in the other.
So yes, he’s aware he looks a little out of it, but he’s fine—he’s going to stay awake god damn it.
“Izuku,” Shouto asks, lips pulled into a tight line that would be a frown if he showed emotions. Izuku thinks it’s odd how Shouto can still look so pretty even when he’s almost frowning. “Izuku...are you ok?” He looks pensive as he sits on the couch. Izuku racks his brain for why Shouto is sitting on the couch at their agency.
Oh. Right. Izuku called him here. The tiny Kacchan is now standing on his shoulder, trying to set off explosions in his ear. Jokes on him, Izuku set a barrier around his entire body so mini-maybe-imaginary Kacchan couldn't touch him. Ha. Suck it.
He snorts aloud and real-big Kacchan gives him a look from where he sits as far as physically possible from Shouto. They’re relationship is quite odd—Shouto makes snide remarks and plays it off as being innocent and socially inept while Kacchan tries and fails to murder him. That or he makes very gruesome and vivid images about killing him. Now that Izuku thinks about it, Kacchan dissolves into a lot of murder fantasies? Maybe he should look into anger management. Oh, no, wait he definitely already did anger management. But he’s still so angry? Maybe—
“Deku, what the fuck?” Kacchan snaps. Whoops. Looks like Izuku said all that out loud. Luckily, Kacchan is the only person fluent in Izuku mumbles, so he thinks he’s fine. Probably.
“Izuku, when was the last time you slept?” Shouto asks, eyes switching rapidly between the thermos and his eyebags with no small amount of concern. Izuku melts inside, just a little. It’s so sweet that Shouto cares!
Still, he shakes his head, twitches a little bit, and takes a long chug of the coffee. “Days, maybe? Not important,” the answer is dismissive as ever, but Izuku doesn’t really have it in him to care as he puts his laptop down in front of them.
“I’ve compiled the evidence.” he states simply. In front of them now sits the slideshow he’s been working on for three days titled, The Annihilation of Endeavor: A How-To Guide.
“The fuck?” Big-Kacchan asks, bewildered. Little-Kacchan snorts. Izuku ignores both of them, tapping the spacebar to key into the first slide.
“Option one; murder,” Izuku says calmly. Utterly serene. Shouto smiles. It’s a really pretty smile. “Deku. You can’t murder Endeavor.” Kacchan says, eye twitching. Izuku gives him a confused stare. “Yes I can? All I have to do is overheat him. Or kidnap him. Maybe I can get Dabi-san temporarily removed from Tartarus…” The rest of his planning is dissolved into mumbles that not even big-kacchan can understand.
Little Kacchan however, can understand perfectly, as he’s still on Izuku’s shoulder and is also an extension of his feeble consciousness. Since Izuku is so distracted with his mumbling he forgets to put the forcefield up, so when the hallucination waps him on the side of his head, Izuku jerks abruptly, causing the other two real occupants of the room to startle.
“Anyway. Option two: #cancelled.” Izuku twitches a little, swaying on his feet. He takes a long, slow blink. “I release these,” he pulls up his spreadsheets, compiled with evidence of Endeavor’s crimes and misdeeds, and shows them to his fellow heroes. “To the public, and ruin him with the people, effectively forcing him to retire and/or get his hero license revoked.”
“This one has potential,” Kacchan says after a moment. Izuku beams. Shouto nods in agreement.
“Great, because I already posted all this stuff online. Goodnight!” Then Izuku passes out.
When he comes to, he's laying on the couch, tucked in with a blanket. Around him, Kacchan, Shouto, and both his siblings are sitting on the couches, and they all turn to him when he shifts slightly.
“Idiot’s awake,” Kacchan grumbles from his spot next to Fuyumi, gingerly sipping on coffee.
Izuku nods slowly, grabbing the thermos on the coffee table and chugging whatever’s left of it. “What happened?”
Natsuo’s grin practically splits his face in half. “Endeavor got his hero license revoked due to public outcry.” Izuku gapes as the memories come flooding back. “That actually worked...so that means we didn’t go with the murder plans?”
Fuyumi startles. “What?”
“How long was I asleep?” Izuku asks, quickly changing the subject. He doesn’t need to go into that train wreck today.
“Almost two days,” Shouto helpfully supplies. Izuku panics. “Kacchan! Why didn’t you wake me? We have to patrol!”
Kacchan rolls his eyes. “You sleep like a fucking rock.” Izuku pouts but relents, scooting closer to Shouto on the couch. The action goes unmissed by no one. “Well, glad that’s all over.”
Shouto turns to him suddenly, expression serious. “Izuku, I am in love with you. Marry me.”
Natsuo snorts, Fuyumi giggles, and Kacchan rolls his eyes.
Izuku promptly passes out.