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Sleeping a whole night through is a distant memory after the war.
Sometimes, Katsuki marvels that there was a time in his life where he could go to sleep at 8:30pm and sleep in until late morning.
He can’t remember what that felt like anymore.
Even sleeping alone isn’t an option anymore. He has to sleep with Izuku pressed to his side or it’ll mean a panic attack as soon as he wakes up from one of his nightmares.
It’s good that they both still choose to sleep in the dorms and that Aizawa turns a blind eye to it… Not that it would’ve stopped either of them; Izuku would’ve climbed up to his room or Katsuki would’ve sat through the mortifying ordeal of having a heart to heart with Aunty and explain what’s up. Either way they would’ve done anything to make sure the other could get a full night of sleep.
The perks of being in love with someone that is just as in love with you— and codependent. Yeah, Katsuki isn’t stupid, he’s well-aware, thank you fucking much.
But in the scale of issues they’ve collected through this past year, it’s basically a non-issue. So, Katsuki will ignore it.
Spooning, where he’s the big spoon, is his favourite kind of position to get that tight skin to skin, but if he needs to lie on his back to give his ribs a break, he’ll just turn and coax Izuku to follow. “C’mere, ‘zuku.”
“Mhmm?” Izuku alway makes a sleepy questioning noise.
Katsuki tries to turn him with the arm he has under him and pats his chest with the other one. “On top, baby. Sleep on top of me.”
The first few days he would always get an “I’m too heavy” protest, but after a while Izuku understands Katsuki’s quiet need and just rolls on top of him, burrowing his nose in the thick cotton of Katsuki’s sleep shirt and tucking his arms under Katsuki’s, perfectly locked together.
Katsuki makes sure the blanket is covering Izuku properly and inhales the sweet warm scent of a sleepy Izuku in his arms. Lips pressed against his easily accessible forehead, Katsuki smiles slightly, content and settled.
He can go back to sleep now.