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“..Kacchan?”
“..Hnn.. The hell you want?”
“I— I couldn’t sleep. It’s uh.. It’s too cold. In my room.”
Katsuki frowned, rubbing tiredly against drooped eyelids as he begrudgingly rolled over towards the end of his mattress.
“..Fuckin’ hell Izuku. Get in the bed.”
Izuku blushed, grateful for the darkness of the night sky peeking through the blinds as he slowly tiptoed towards crimson sheets. “Thank you.. Sorry again.”
Katsuki sighed, groaning into the pillow smushed against his cheek. “..S’whatever.”
Izuku slipped under the comforter, swallowing deeply as he shuffled around, trying to get comfortable. His legs were warm, but stiff. His neck was supported, but somehow the soreness still lingered. He grimaced, flipping onto his other shoulder as if it was the angle at which he laid that prevented his body from sinking into the mattress below.
Katsuki clenched his jaw, feeling the rustle and tussle of the other’s movements. Son of a bitch.
“Izuku.” He shot out sharply, voice raspy and low from the training he’d done the day before. “Stop moving.”
Izuku winced at his reprimand, letting out a deep sigh of frustration. He couldn’t understand for the life of him why he couldn’t seem to rest. It was as if his wires were tugging at his limbs— keeping his mind, body, and soul taut.
“..I— I can’t. I can’t sleep, Kacchan.”
Katsuki answered in exhaustion, cracking an eye open. He looked equal parts irritated and confused.“What?”
“..I can’t sleep. It’s.. I don’t know. I just— I can’t get my body to shut off. I’ve tried counting sheep. Listening to music. Listening to nothing.” He whispered harshly, sleep deprivation leaking into his tone. “..I even tried switching rooms cause I thought it was the temperature of my dorm room but I can’t.”
Katsuki listened to the boy vent, brows softening at his admission. Izuku was rarely ever one to complain. He was a damn crybaby, sure, but never a quitter. For Izuku to feel so helpless he came to him for help felt less like a nuisance and more like permission. Permission to see a side of him he hadn’t in a long, long time.
The blonde haired teen sighed, reaching out a muscular arm to wrap around Izuku’s torso. “..You tell anyone about this, and you’re dead. You hear me, Deku?” He whispered, less as a threat and more as a justification for his actions. Cause what the hell, was he really doing this?
Izuku stiffened inside his embrace, shutting his eyes so tight he felt a headache coming on. “I won’t.” He squeaked, biting down on his lip as the other boy began to slowly, drift his chin down towards the crook of his shoulder.
“..Night.” He whispered, rugged voice sounding so, so very sweet.
“Good.. Good night, Kacchan.”