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Katsuki’s awoken by the sound of his phone going off. Groaning, he sits up and reaches for it. He doesn’t really know why he’s checking it as it’s probably one of the idiots in his class who are still up at 2 in the morning.
When he turns on his phone, he freezes. The message isn’t from anyone in his class but from
Hitoshi.
Quickly unlocking his phone he’s met with a paragraph of writing. Dread twists in his stomach as his eyes scan the message.
[Thu 2:27] Hito
I know you’re probably asleep right now, which is why I'm texting you this now.
I wanted to say that I’m really sorry. I tried so hard to fix myself for you but I couldn’t. I tried to be normal but I can’t. I don’t want you to be upset about me, I want you to forget that you ever met me. I don’t want to make you cry because you don’t deserve it. You have always been kind to me, and even though some people say other things, you always looked after me and were there for me.
I wanted to let you know that I love you. I know that I’m bad at showing it and I probably didn’t act like it but I really do. I’m sorry you had to put up with me and I’m sorry I couldn’t be better for you. You deserve someone better than me. I could never love you like how you love me and I don’t deserve you. You shouldn’t have to be with me. I always mess things up and I don’t want to hurt you or make you upset because you really don’t deserve it but I’m really tired. I tried so hard but it isn’t helping. I don’t want to be here anymore and it isn’t your fault.
I don’t understand why you would love me and care for me. My own parents didn’t care about me and no one else has but you and Shouta and Hizashi and I don’t understand why. I don’t deserve to be with any of you. You all deserve better and I know I keep saying it but it’s true and I’m really sorry for everything I've done. I didn’t want to make you upset and I tried really hard for you. I'm really, really tired and I’m sorry I couldn’t keep the promise. I really do love you though. I’m sorry.
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Hitoshi stares down at the message. They feel shitty for sending it instead of writing a note like they did with the other ones but they can’t bring themselves to care as they set their phone down and bring the razor up to their arm. The blade touches their skin, shining innocently in the light. Just as they’re about to move it across their skin, their phone starts ringing.
Panic floods them as they look at the name displayed on the screen. He’s meant to be asleep. With shaky hands, they pick up their phone, accepting the call and bringing it to their ear.
“ Where are you?” The voice on the opposite side of the phone comes through almost immediately.
“You’re meant to be asleep.” Hitoshi states dryly.
“
That’s not important. Where are you?”
The blonde demands, it’s windy which means he’s already made it outside and most likely on his way to
their
dorm.
“Nowhere.” Hitoshi replies, knowing it wont trick the older boy.
“ Hitoshi, i’m not fucking playing. Tell me where you are right now.” The voice demands, causing Hitoshi to swallow around nothing.
“I-in my room.” The purple haired cringes at their stutter. It only ever shows when they are scared or upset and they hate it.
“Don’t do anything stupid or I swear to Kami.” Katsuki says before the call is put on hold. Hitoshi stares at the screen, confusion flooding them. They look back to the blade in their hand, squeezing it in their fist and drawing blood, watching the crimson run down their arm.
They know Katsuki is coming for them or at least is going to get someone. They just have to wait. They can do that. Someone will be here in a few minutes, they’ll take the blade away from them and hold them tightly and say it will be okay, not that Hitoshi will believe them .
They’ll scream at them for being such a failure, for ruining everything. They’re so ungrateful, they don't deserve any of this.
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Katsuki fumbles with his phone as he tries to call Aizawa, not hanging up on Hitoshi. Letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, he brings the phone back up to his ear, waiting for the other to pick up.
“Hello.” His teacher’s voice comes through, hoarse with sleep.
“You need to go to Hitoshi.” He demands. He would much rather go himself but he also knows that Aizawa would be better for this.
“Why? What’s wrong. ” The male questions but there’s shuffling on the other side so Katsuki knows he’s already getting up.
“Hitoshi texted me and they're going to do something dumb. Just hurry up.” Katsuki informs, not really wanting to tell the other that his kid is about to kill themself over the phone.
“
Ok. I’m going.”
Katsuki hangs up as soon as the reply comes. Clicking back on Hitoshi’s contact, he resumes the call.
“Hitoshi.” He calls out. “Answer me, dammit.”
“ Y-yeah.” Comes the reply. They must be crying or had cried as their stutter only appears during moments like those.
“Are you in your bathroom?” He asks, already knowing the answer.
“Go into your room and sit on the bed.” He instructs when the other teen makes a confirmative noise.
“I’m s-sorry, Katsuki.” Comes the shaky reply.
“Stop apologising, you haven’t done anything wrong.”
“I f-failed you, i-” Their voice is cut off with a sob, and Katsuki can hear the way they’re trying to stop themselves from crying.
“Hey. It’s okay, just breathe.” Katsuki says calmly, trying to get the younger teen to listen to his voice.
They continue like that, Hitoshi crying as Katsuki tries to help them breathe through the phone until the sound of a door opening and footsteps can be heard on the other side. Hitoshi’s cries are suddenly muffled, quieter as the phone moves.
“I’ve got them now. Thank you.” His teacher’s voice comes through the phone and Katsuki sighs in relief.
“I'm coming over there.” The blonde states before hanging up and heading to his partner’s dorm.
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When Shouta got the call from Bakugou he didn’t know what to expect. The panic in the usually stoic boy’s voice sent worry through him as he rushed out of his own room and towards the student dorms.
He rushes inside and up the stairs, trying to be quiet enough to not wake up the rest of the gen ed students but quick enough to get to his kid before they do - as Bakugou said- ‘anything dumb’.
The raven haired doesn’t bother to knock when he arrives outside his kid’s dorm, instead using the spare key he
stole
was given to open the door, quickly rushing inside. The room was dark and empty, a few pieces of paper on the bed and Shouta didn’t need to look at it properly to know what was on them.
He rushes into the bathroom and looks down at his kid, sobbing and stuttering out apologies with their phone clutched tightly in their hand, no doubt talking to Bakugou. He crouches down next to the teen and pulls them into a tight embrace, wrapping one arm around them and taking their phone in the other before bringing it to his ear.
“I’ve got them now. Thank you.” He says through the receiver to the blonde boy.
He doesn’t bother to protest when he receives a firm ‘I’m coming over there’ knowing the boy wouldn’t listen anyway.
Setting the phone down, he wraps his other hand around the younger teen holding them tightly.
“I’m s-sorry dad.” Their voice breaks as they speak, hoarse from crying.
“Don’t apologize baby. It’s okay. You’ll be okay.” He reassured.
They stay like that for a few more minutes before Hitoshi’s sobs turn into quiet whimpers and sniffles and Shouta picks them up and carries them over to their bed, taking the papers and moving them out of the way.
He wraps the dark purple weighted blanket, that Hizashi got for them, around the teen and hands them one of the cat plushies they have. The purple haired takes it and holds it tightly, tears still falling and landing onto the black fur.
The door opens again but neither of them look over, knowing who it is. Bakugou enters the room, closing the door behind him but doesn’t move too far, letting Aizawa care for his kid.
Katsuki watches the way his teacher moves carefully and slowly around the teen, knowing exactly what to do and how to make them feel better while also avoiding the things that may trigger them.
Eventually, Hitoshi is settled down, blankets over them and a cat plushie in their arms, Aizawa sitting next to them against the headboard and letting his kid lean on him. Katsuki moves closer, slowly, and sits on the bed in front of his partner.
“You okay?” He asks quietly.
Hitoshi nods, their eyes closed and their breathing ragged. The blonde looks to his teacher for assurance and after earning a nod he takes the teen’s hand in his own and rubs his thumb over their knuckles soothingly.
The three stay like that, even after Hitoshi falls asleep, their breathing slowing and becoming more steady. Even as the dorm comes alive with the sounds of Hitoshi’s classmates waking up and moving around.
Neither of them care, they’ll stay here all day if it makes the purple haired better. Aizawa makes a mental note to text Nedzu and Hizashi about what happened, letting them know why the three have missed class.