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Ch. 9

A week flew by in a blur for Izuku. Work was quiet, no Zero or Red sightings to speak of, but the villains were meeting up with him nearly every night. If they weren't getting ramen, then they were bingeing old TV shows in Izuku's apartment. 

Izuku wasn't sure when the shift had happened; maybe it was when he declared he was going to save them, maybe it was when Uraraka discovered them in his apartment, the when wasn't important. Suddenly, it was hard to go a full day without seeing or at least talking to them. He'd gotten attached without realizing it, and when it finally hit him, anxiety rolled in his gut. 

What they were doing was dangerous, for all of them. They'd all said it more than once, and all agreed that they didn't care, but it was hitting Izuku hard as he grew more and more dependent on the two villains. Everything was getting too real, and lines grew too blurred. The difference between right and wrong was hazier with each passing day. 

Especially on days like today, when Izuku woke up in his bed after a long night of patrol, Eijirou passed out on his left, and Katsuki scrolling through his phone on the right. 

Izuku let out a quiet groan as he pried the redhead's arm off him (he was a cuddle monster when he slept) and scooted closer to Katsuki until his head rested on the other man's shoulder. "Don't you two have your own house? Why do you always end up in my bed?" he teased, cut off by a yawn as his eyes threatened to drift closed again. It was a lighthearted joke, but the question still stood. Izuku had gone to sleep by himself last night, only to wake up with the villains in his bed. 

"Ei wanted to check on you," Katsuki said in a low voice. Just from the tone, Izuku could tell he hadn't woken up much earlier than the hero. "Then he started bitching about how tired he was and that there was no point going back home when we'd just end up here in the morning anyway." 

Izuku hummed, knowing that was exactly something the redhead would do. "At what point do I start being concerned about you two getting into my locked apartment without a key?" 

Katsuki let out a small laugh at the question, keeping his voice down for the still-sleeping man on the other side of Izuku. "Been picking locks since we were sixteen, yours is a cakewalk." 

"Note to self: get better locks," Izuku mumbled, debating going back to sleep against the blond. 

"Oi, open your eyes. It's already ten," Katsuki scolded in a gentle manner, something Izuku was still getting used to from him. He'd never known the other man to do anything gently, yet there he was, scolding Izuku in the softest voice he could manage. 

Izuku buried his head further between Katsuki's shoulder and the pillow underneath him. "Don't gotta be at the agency 'til four, Kacchan. I can sleep longer." He didn't even care how whiny he sounded. 

"Fine," came the huffed response. "Guess you don't care that your phone's been going off like crazy for the past ten minutes." 

"Shit!" Izuku exclaimed, sitting up in a flash and reaching over Katsuki for his phone. "Why didn't you say that earlier?" 

Eijirou woke up with a start, his red eyes blinking as he looked around the room for any sign of danger. When he concluded that it was just Izuku causing a fuss, he fell back against the pillows with a yawn. "What's going on? It's too early for yelling, guys." 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Izuku hissed as he scrambled for the end of his bed, phone in hand. At least four different people had tried to get a hold of him while he was asleep. There was a villain attack at a local mall, and they were having trouble apprehending the suspect. 

"What's going on, Iz?" Eijirou asked, propping himself up on an elbow with a concerned look on his face, watching the frantic hero scramble around his room for his discarded hero suit.