"Katsuki?"
No.
"Katsuki, honey."
I felt a gentle squeeze on my shoulder. I swung my arm in a half-assed attempt to ward off whoever was trying to interrupt my sleep.
"Katsuki," the woman tried again, "wake up. Your teacher called. He's awake."
I opened my eyes, totally confused. My teacher? What teacher? Who was awake? And what was the hag doing in my room?
"Mom?" I croaked. I tried clearing my throat and slowly sat up in my bed.
I touched my shirt in an effort to ground myself. My room was dark, the only light spilling through my open door from the hallway. What I didn't understand, though, was what I was doing home. Not in my apartment, but in my parents' house. Why was I there?
"What's going on?" I said, a little louder. I saw my mom's face fall, sad but also full of... understanding?
"You've been asleep for a few hours, but I'm sure you're still exhausted. You've had a long night," she started. "But I figured you'd want to know as soon as he woke up."
"As soon as who woke up?"
"Izuku, honey," she answered, gently. "He was in surgery for a while, but he's been sleeping off the anesthetic. Mr. Aizawa just called to say he's awake."
Suddenly, everything came rushing back.
The train station. We'd been waiting for the train home. It had been delayed so we were the only ones left at the terminal since it was so late at night. I was tired and irritated. And then Izuku started talking...
"Man, today was exhausting," Izuku stated, referring to that day's hero training. He was right, but I wasn't going to admit that.
"Shut up, Deku. Nobody cares," I groaned. I slouched on the bench and tilted my head back. With any luck, I could get some sleep before the train arrived.
"Oh, sorry," he mumbled. "If you want, I'll just stand, and you can lay down on the entire bench. That way you can sleep."
"Leave me alone," I muttered, not really hearing what he said.
"Yeah, okay," he said quietly.
We sat in silence for a few minutes before he decided he'd been quiet long enough.
"Hey, Kacchan?"
"WHAT."
"Sorry," he squeaked. "I was just wondering if—"
"Look, I'm gonna stop you there," I interrupted, sitting up and opening my eyes to glare at him. "I'm not interested in having a conversation with you, especially right now. So just keep it to yourself, got it?"
He furrowed his eyebrows, not breaking eye contact. I recognized that face. So annoying. It didn't matter what I said, he was determined to say whatever was on his mind.
"Ugh, fine," I grumbled, slouching back on the bench again. "Just make it quick."
"I will," he perked up. Then he launched into his stupid hero analysis at top speed. Between how fast he was talking and how he mostly just muttered to himself, I really only caught every few words.
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Wasted Quirk
Fanfiction"He did it. He actually did it." Katsuki Bakugo is haunted by the suicide of his childhood friend, or rather the guilt of knowing he was the one who pushed him to it. How does he cope now that he's the most promising up-and-coming hero? And what hap...
