No Reason To Cry Wolf, Right?

Chapter XLVII

Heading back to the dorms was like walking down death row.

Izuku knew that technically speaking, he did have some reason to feel a little guilty, but on the other hand, he also knew that he had a justifiable reason to feel upset.

Though regardless, he didn't feel at all confident about the talk that the three would inevitably have.

So, with that. He made sure to take the back entrance into Alliance Heights.

Making it inside the dorm building, on a Saturday and going unnoticed, was thankfully much easier than Izuku thought. Most of the class was awake and just watching a movie or relaxing.

So, no focus was put on him once he entered the building and swiftly ran up the stairs, not daring to check if the redhead or blonde were back before he was.

Once making it to his room, Izuku sighed heavily as he locked his door and went straight to his shower, peeling off the damp clothes while the fabric pulled against a few of the gashes he had received.

And the greenette cursed himself internally for not listening to Tamaki when the man had advised him to at least wrap up his injuries, despite the fact they were not serious ones.

The Omega sighed once he turned on the water and stepped into his shower, letting the cold water run down his skin and rinse him off as it slowly heated up. Once Izuku left his shower he quickly grabbed a few bandages and wrapped up the major gashes he had as he dried himself off and ringed out his hair.

Though once the man stepped into his bedroom, he felt a pang of anxiety crush his chest at the sight of the hoodie that Kirishima and Bakugou had lent to him. Or given him? The two had never made it clear who had the ownership of the garment.

Regardless, Izuku couldn't help but hug the hoodie close to his bare chest, the feel of the fabric making him purr. That was something he had immediately noticed the night that Kirishima and Bakugou had made him take the hoodie and stole his own.

The fabric was the special kind that Izuku had to have for his scars.

He knew that Kirishima and Bakugou had never once heard of that kind of fabric until Izuku told them about it one day during training.

Which only made the hoodie a million times more special to him.

But at the same time, it gave him the most extreme amount of anxiety.

How much had this cost them? Were they bothered that they had to find a specific kind of fabric just so they could lend him a hoodie? Were they annoyed with the extra effort? Was he bothering them with his ridiculous amount of problems?

Izuku groaned as he buried his face in the hoodie, sniffling once the scents of his soulmates breached his nose. Though regardless, Izuku threw on the hoodie and his underwear as he hung up his towel and braided his damp hair as he clenched the sleeves of the hoodie from the inside while he pulled the hood over his head, and crawled onto his bed, immediately cuddling with the lion and wolf plush as he sniffled and cried quietly.

He didn't even understand why he was crying. He didn't want to cry; he knew that he looked weak when he cried. He didn't want to be weak. He knew he wasn't weak. So, why in the name of the gods could he not just stop crying?

Though when a loud knock came from his door, snapping him out of his thoughts, Izuku didn't hesitate before dropping to the floor and quickly rolling underneath his bed. Shimming the best, he could so he could curl up against the wall, the small glow in the dark rocks he kept under there emitted a comforting blue hue.

But once he was under there, he couldn't help but berate himself internally for how ridiculous he was being. He wasn't afraid of his boyfriends; he had no reason to be. But that didn't stop the way his heart pounded erratically against his chest.