"I Love You."

Kiss the nightmares away

Todoroki's POV

It's been a while since I realised I have had feelings for Midoriya.

It began with him always smiling when talking to me, and always being my main shoulder of support. Sometimes I feel like he is the only one that could possibly understand how I'm feeling and after the 'incident' a few months back, I realised that he actually wanted to help me and talk to me, and isn't just doing it out of pity.

When he asked me to stay and talk with him in his room, I didn't know how to feel. I didn't want to be a burden to him and I knew that it was selfish of me to wake him up for my own personal reasons.

Despite me hesitating and desperately wanting Midoriya to let me go back to my room, I let him take my hand and lead me into his dorm. After securing the door behind us, Midoriya pushed me towards his bed, where I retreated to instantly after grabbing my favourite of his pillows.

I rest my face on the soft surface, letting my tears and pain run freely down my cheeks as choked sobs escaped my mouth.

I felt the bed tip slightly beside me as my best friend sat down, and my heart throbbed as I felt his strong arms wrap around my shoulders and push me into his chest, acting as a shield from the poisonous thoughts lurking in my brain.

We stay like that for a while before I calm down, slowly pushing myself off Midoriya so that I could retreat to the corner of the bed.

Deku followed my movements with soft eyes, scratching his neck as if something was bothering him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, our eyes locking.

I hesitate before slowly shaking my head. I couldn't talk about it – the memories too fresh and the wound too new to be safe to reopen.

Midoriya, being the incredible angel and friend he is, nodded in understanding at my silence. He has always been patient with me and never pressured me into telling him something, believing that I would come to him when I feel like I need to.

He tried to stifle a yawn, keeping his undivided attention on his friend despite him being severely tired.

"You need to sleep." I tell him, sighing slightly.

He nodded and slipped under the covers, but not before he took my hand again and pulled me with him.

My face heated and turned a deep shade of red as Midoriya silently wrapped his arms around my torso, pushing his freckled face into my nightshirt.

"Good night." He mumbled, his voice drifting off already.

I contemplated telling him about my dream while he was barely in his state of consciousness but brushed off the idea when I began to yawn and snuggled closer towards Deku.

As the silence continued, my thoughts chanted and grew louder and louder, screaming at me how it's all my fault mum was in the hospital suffering when it should be me. They mocked me, telling me that I'm useless and a burden. They told me that I'm selfish for waking up Midoriya and wasting his time, telling me that he hates me for always bothering him and that I should just leave –

I open my eyes and shift, looking down at Deku, who was laying across my arm, gripping onto my shirt as if it was a lifeline. Guilt filled me as I see the dark circles under his eyes, making him look half-dead from exhaustion.

Not wanting to bother him anymore, I slowly pull the covers off me and shift Midoriya into a more comfortable position. I then slip out of the bed.

I was halfway across the room when I feel a warm hand grab mine, and Deku slowly pulled me back towards the bed. His green eyes followed my every move, concern painting his features.