We're all a bit crazy

3- Cant sleep

Shotos POV-

It's been three days since Midoriyas shown up.

I find him intriguing some how.
He has no sparkle in his eyes but he's always smiling or complimenting the other patients, and every single night around 3am he's sitting at the window sill.

The first time I saw him there I called his name several times but he didn't respond not even a flinch.

It was weird to say the least, but we all are weird in our own unique ways.

I look down at my notebook. I had drawn Midoriya, I hadn't meant to, maybe I drew him because I was thinking about him...

Yeah, that seems like a logical explanation.

I look at the clock: 1:20

I groan and hit my head on the desk. It's 1:20 and I'm still not asleep. I even went through nurse Midnights techniques.

I sigh, picking the crayon back up and start shading Midoriya.

~15 minutes later~

I hear shuffling come from one of the beds. I turn my head and see Midoriya sitting up.

He yawns, his hands going behind his head making the blankets fall into his lap.
Why does my face feel hot? Its always cold in here so maybe I'm sick, I never get sick and every nook and cranny is sanitised. Eh, I'm overthinking it.

He puts his arms down and looks around the room, stopping when his eyes meet mine.

"Oh Todoroki? What are you doing awake?" He asks, peeling the covers off his legs, crawling to the end of his bed.

"I couldn't sleep. Why are you up?" I inquired, putting my red crayon down.

"This, that." He chuckles shaking his head slowly. He looks past me towards my open page. "Oooo~ What are you drawing?" He leans forward, almost falling off.

"I was drawing you before you woke up."

"Why were you drawing me?" He looks confused, his head tilted sideways a smidge. 'Cute-... Wait no, what am I thinking.'

"I've drawn everyone on the ward, so it's nothing new."

"Can I see Kachan?"

"Uh- sure?" I grab my book and flip through the pages before it finally lands on the purple colouring of the blonde. I hand it over for him to see.

"Wow! This is so detailed, you've even got his scar on his cheek." He looks up. "When did you start drawing?"

That was the most praise I've gotten from anyone. I stare into his emerald eyes before regaining my senses and replying. "Since I was young."

"Hm, could you draw Uraraka-chan?"

I take my book back. "Yeah sure-"

I'm cut off by the door opening and revealing Nurse Mirko, her ears twitching. "I thought I could hear you two talking. Get back into bed before I mark your sleeping record 'incomplete'" She steps into the room letting the door shut behind her.

I close my notebook and crawl into my bed on the far side of the room. I look over to Midoriya to see his bloods getting drawn. I frown a bit 'I thought they did bloods on Thursdays?'

Nurse Mirko stands up and goes to Bakugo. "Can I take your blood Bakugo?"

An arm sticks out from the sheets and a tired, groggy voice pips up, "Do I have a fucking choice?"

Mirko places a bandaid in his elbow crotch and walks over to me, taking my arm in her strong hold.

"I thought you drew blood on Thursday, Saturday and Tuesday?"

She looks up at me with an amused look, "It's 2am Thursday morning Shoto" She sticks a bandaid and stands up, carrying a small cardboard box.

"Now you two get some sleep, I'll check back in within the hour and if I catch you awake I'll have to fail your sleep chart, k?"

"Ok" I mumble, I heard a small yes come from Izuku and a snore from Bakugo.

Mirko smiles before closing the door and locking in once again.

"Night Midoriya."

"Night Todoroki"

I lay down, my head hitting the flat pillow, I pull the paper thin blanket up to my chin and curl on my side to try and gather some of the body heat I have left.

If only they allowed quirks I could heighten the rooms temperature a few degrees higher. I frown, without my quirks I can't regulate my body temperature. I wonder what Midoriyas quirk is, he hasn't said much to anyone except Uraraka, Iida and Bakugo. Maybe I could be on that list t00, I'll try to start a conversation tomorrow.

I wonder how Fuyumi is going. When I get out of here I'll definitely clean the house for her. Maybe make her some soba?

Oh soba~ How I miss you. When I'm out you'll be the first thing I'll meet.

And on that thought I drift off into a dreamless sleep.

I honestly have no idea what I'm doing so please bare with me T-T
And I know its a bit slow starting but it's all for the plot ;)

Third Person Pov-

The sun rose from behind the hills, the light drifting in through the tinted window, casting a dull glow across the room.

Bakugos eyes fluttered open, he sat up, taking in his surroundings.

He looked at the younger and older males beside him, their snores filling the silence.

He smiled gently at the two, moving the stray hairs from their eyes. His gaze holding on their lips for a few seconds longer, before he finally stands up, the blankets falling loosely around his feet.

He walks over to their shared cupboard and takes out a small white towel and some clothes, before walking into the bathroom and 'locking' the door behind him.

His strong, calloused hands turns the knobs, adjusting the water to the 'perfect' temperature, but even after years of being in and out of mental hospitals the water pressure was always the same.

He backed up until his back touched the tiled wall, a shiver running up his spine.

He grabbed the soap and starts the delicately wash his body, avoiding open cuts and rubbing softly on his scars.

He looked at the marks across his stomach. He hated them. Always reminded him of his past, they were the one thing that wouldn't let him let go of what happened.

His fists clench as his eyes squeeze shut. He wish it never happened. All the pain that had happened up until that day and after was still there. The faint taste of blood filled Bakugos mouth, snapping him out of his state.

He turned the knobs once more, the water coming to a stop.

With a towel wrapped around his waist he steps onto the dirty mat, reaching over and pulling his boxers on. Long pants followed and finally an oversized shirt.

The door unlocked, Izuku looked up from his paper.

Bakugo stepped out. His ash blonde hair damp and dripping, the usual scowl was gone, his shirt and pants were sticking to wet skin, above all it was a perfect view.

Izuku flushed a brilliant red, while Shoto had no reaction what so ever, but I can assure you his brain was churning.

"Take a picture dumbass, it'll last longer."

With that the simping males turned back to what they were doing and the all fell into an awkward silence.

Not the awkward silence 😔
Word Count: 1233

Published - August 15 / 2022