Izuku likes their free evenings at the dorms. They usually follow the same pattern, and for that he's grateful because he can simply relax.
It wasn't a big deal - someone would cook, or bake something in Sato's case, and most of the people who lounge downstairs after a day of classes or training get into video game tournaments that Izuku is satisfied to just watch, most of the time.
This Tuesday is no different. And he embraces it, spread on one corner of their couches under a blanket. He smiles fondly at the way Kaminari and Sero elbow each other as they try to win at Mario Kart, with Mina and Ochako hollering from the top of their lungs at them both and their 'pussy tactics', as Mina calls them. Then there's Iida, trying to make them all be a little quieter.
He was fully prepared to watch two more games, then go hunt for a cup of tea, and retreat in the warmth of his bedroom to either go to sleep early or do the mandatory essay for next week: a sound plan, a stable one.
The loud thump coming from upstairs was the first thing to ruin it completely.
And then, it was the way someone is heard coming down the stairs with resolute, stomping steps, which has everyone - even the ones playing - turning their heads.
Izuku's mouth dries when he spots Katsuki as the culprit of all the noise, and the exasperated flush on his face, the frustration stitching his features together. Before anyone can say something about it, and the manner in which the blond stops short at the bottom of the stairs to stare in their direction, another set of hurried steps resound, and a panicked Kirishima comes into view as well.
"This ain't how you do things!" The redhead shouts, hand extended as if he wants to just grasp at Katsuki and yank him back up. "C'mon, Baku, just think about it-"
Katsuki turns his head for about a second, scowl deepening in his friend's direction, before he ignores him with terrifying resolution and begins making his way towards them.
He stops right in front of Izuku, which almost has the green-head recoiling even further into the couch cushions.
"Bro!" Kirishima calls once again, voice a mangled laugh that echoes more agitated than anything. "Bakugou-"
"Baku," Mina speaks then, raising a bemused eyebrow from beside Izuku. "Something wrong?"
Izuku would like to know that as well, but he doesn't have the capacity to say anything - not with the way Katsuki is just staring down at him, expression blank save for the previous rosiness in his cheeks.
He's not afraid, he hasn't been since their first year. But Katsuki's hands are clawing at the air, and his shoulders seem clenched up with tension, and Izuku honestly doesn't understand what has gotten into the blond, and why it seems to be directed at him.
"I haven't been able to sleep well for two weeks now," Katsuki finally says, after a long pause that seems to have all of them on edge. It could've been an explanation to Mina's question, or a simple admission, but his bloodshot eyes have not moved from Izuku's face.
Izuku opens his mouth, trying to not let the squeak that wants to get out win, but he finds that he doesn't know what to say at all. From behind, he thinks he hears Kirishima let out a muffled groan.
"Alright," Mina says slowly, and for some reason, she's beginning to look unnerved. Her leg starts bouncing, brushing against Izuku's occasionally. "Momo often makes chamomile tea for that, so just... go ask her-"
One stark look from Katsuki has Mina clasping her mouth shut with an audible click, and Izuku feels ready to jolt through the ceiling because of it. Katsuki swiftly returns his attention back to him, oh god-
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Fanfikce"That's heavy, Deku," Katsuki finally drawls out, and it resounds a little bit like a teasing remark, especially with how rarely the blond uses his nickname these days. "Letting out my feelings for you as much as I want won't make your days normal l...
