Izuku woke up, forcing a sigh out of his mouth and carefully rolling off his bed so he could get to his personal bathroom.
Forcing the medicine cabinet open he takes out some familiar painkillers, ones that he only takes when his hands keep him up in the middle of the night. Hoping they would be enough to put him to sleep before school the next morning.
Doubting that he would be able to actually sleep he moved stiffly downstairs to the dorm's common room. Quietly turning on the Hero News and bringing out one of his notebooks that he stored around the dorms. Only for him to find, and if anyone found them then they couldn't understand due to the code.
Sadly it only took five minutes before he gave up on being able to write anything, his hands spasming together too often to accomplish anything.
Sighing he racked his hands down his face," Of course this has to happen before the final exam."
Collapsing onto the back of the seat, he mentally counts how many hours of sleep he had and how much coffee it will take to get through the day.
Even into the second year of sharing dorms no one had yet to see behind the Deku mask, well those that do just brush it- like some swear he chugged a whole coffee pot, but who would believe that sweet Deku would drink something so bitter, he only drinks bright surgery things.
Seeing nothing better to do he decided to meditate for the day. Something he always did- starting with learning yoga to be more flexible. The instructor preached about balance in body and soul and required everyone to meditate.
After ten years of being systematically abused he realized that the only thing keeping him sane was the daily reflection of his life and self. Finding inner strength to continue his life, and for not having professional help he thought he was doing pretty good for himself.
Not to mention this helped him increase his senses, on par with the stealth master himself- the number one underground hero, Aizawa Shouta AKA Eraserhead.
Which is why it didn't surprise Izuku when it took until his homeroom teacher was 15 feet away when usually he could tell when they entered the same room.
" Problem Child."
"Mmm."
" What are you doing? You should be in bed."
" Couldn't sleep."
Aizawa sighed, dropping onto the seat next to him." Is it your anxiety?"
Izuku barely manages to hide an amused snort, for all that Aizawa acted like he didn't care he sure knew a lot of facts about his students." No, my anxiety is pretty low right now. Not sure it'll stay that way for tomorrow though." It wouldn't bode well for him to mention that Sero had had a weed party and while everyone was stoned no one noticed the greenette sneaking in to take a few hits.
" If it's not anxiety then what's keeping you up tonight?"
" Well, why are you up, Aizawa? Isn't Present Mic missing you?" It was always fun to pull the husband card on them, they always seemed to forget that he knew. It was perfect for utilizing at opportune moments like this one.
" Hizashi never believes me when I tell him that you tease me about us." The teacher sighs, shaking his head- probably thinking about how his blonde husband will deny this occurrence ever happened.
Izuku smiled," Tease you? Aizawa, I'm innocent. Just ask anyone."
The older one suddenly frowned," You know you can always be not innocent, if you wanted to."
" Don't worry Aizawa, I will eventually. But as it stands the only one that can know my true self is My Lover." The greenette as his teacher looks shocked again," If only the dorm rules would allow me to snuggle with him as you do your own husband. But alas I don't want to expose us over detention."
