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*Warning!! Mentions of depression, abuse? maybe borderline I'm not sure, neglect. *

I am in slight panic mode. Time got away from me and I've been working on Duplicity drafts when I should be focusing on this. So we are gonna FLY through this story real quick. The end is in sight (aka a few short chapters).

If I manage to finish this story in time I'm gonna be thanking the universe for a real long time.

The bed was great.

A real top-tier bed.

One that could never tell the difference between a bad day and a good, it always welcomed him with open blankets and - Izuku really needed to get out more. He groaned, pulling the blankets up over his head in embarrassment even when he was the only one in the room.

He let out a far too put upon sigh given the situation. A situation he had caused. On one hand, he was proud of himself. He hadn't let himself do the thing where he just stared at Hitoshi with heart eyes like an idiot, agreeing to whatever his frankly way too persuasive best friend wanted to do. Because that's what he was- a best friend. Emphasis on the word friend.

Izuku had way too much shit going on to be thinking of him as anything more.

However, as cliche as it was his brain and his heart had too very different opinions on the subject.

The morning light didn't seem to care he had a blanket over his head and mind firmly in the two am range of thoughts. It streamed through his window in great annoying streaks, not allowing him to fall back to sleep. Not that he thought he could have. The night had been one of tossing and turning at all hours.

Izuku finally sat up with slow reluctance, the comforter falling down to his lap and bed dipping. He glanced around, noting the pillows that had been strewn across the room that night. How had one ended up at the foot of his desk all the way on the other half of the room? Was he using his quirk in his sleep and somehow attacking his poor bedding?

He shook his head of the muddled thoughts, swinging his legs down and standing for the first time. Today was going to be rough, there was no denying it. But Ochaco had already made plans to hang out with him so he wouldn't feel so left out on move-out day. The rest of the class already had all their things packed for winter break and today families would be milling around the dorms to help their kids get everything and go home.

It didn't take long for him to brush his teeth and run a comb through his unusually tangle-free hair. He only glanced in the mirror for a second, noting the slight but definitely noticeable circles under his eyes. Hopefully, Ochaco would do that thing where she pretended not to notice and let him off the hook.

That girl was a saint.

When it became clear there was nothing else he could do to stall he headed downstairs. Families were already gathered there, chatter and the sounds of boxes being carried over making the shared living space way louder than it had ever been before.

Well, there had been that one Sero incident of Denki getting stuck to the ceiling and the class losing their shit but this was definitely a close second.

Izuku forced a smile, nodding at his peers and their loved ones as they greeted him. He slipped further into the crowd, eyes scanning for his friend or Denki's trademark blond because wherever Denki was Ochaco was sure to be too.

A cold breeze swept through the room, causing the hairs on his arms to rise. His gaze swung to the entry, their front door hung wide open- letting the bitter December air come party with them. Annoyed, he started forward to shut it but suddenly a small hand fell down onto his shoulder.