"Izuku!" {Izuku/male!classmate one-shots}

Katsuki/Izuku

"It's just a headache. I'll be fine, Kacchan."

Or:

Katsuki is frustrated.
[Referenced/Implied depression]
[Katsuki tried his best but Izuku's old habits die hard, I guess.]

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"Get up."

"Mmm, no." Izuku jolts when the end of the broomstick pokes his ass cheek, shooting a glare over his shoulder towards Katsuki- who was snickering while the younger boy held his behind. "Kacchan."

"Come on, shitty Deku," he drawls, jerking to pretend like he was about to deliver another smack- before he actually does, making Izuku cry out and huff in irritation. "It's our fuckin' dorm now."

"I did your laundry, and cleaned the bathroom yesterday, Kacchan. 's fine."

They've been sharing dorms ever since Katsuki's flooded, some pipe freak accident that led to the blood waking up with half of his fucking bed submerged in water and a sprinkler that could've drowned him in his sleep. It wasn't that bad, but Aizawa told him they were trying to restore whatever furniture had water damage, including the walls and floor.

Being stuck with Deku was surprisingly bearable- he lifted his own weight, respected Katsuki's space, didn't really mind the blond showering at ass o' clock in the morning or at the ass crack of dawn because of his spontaneous decision to go jog three laps around the whole school- unless of course he'd accidentally get a page from Izuku's hero journal wet walking around drying his hair and he'd have to listen to the green-haired hero in training's bitching and passive-aggressive snarking the whole day.

Still.

Izuku has been off.

"You sleep to fuckin' much."

Izuku shrugs, pulling up the blanket over his head until only a partition of those corkscrew curls showed. "Jus' tired."

Fine. Okay. Katsuki rolls his eyes and finishes up his homework. They currently had a week off of school since some bitch ass third year hero course students decided to have a fight right in the hallways with their powerful quirks activated, which also means busted electric cords and an eighth of the school missing a wall or a roof.

Katsuki got to spend a lot of time with Izuku, since he generally likes studying in the quiet of his own room most of the time. He wasn't in the top five for no reason, after all- only a place higher from Izuku's.

It was strange, how the nerd still kept the position, since the whole time Katsuki's been stuck with him, he sleeps.

An unnatural amount.

But he still looks tired and ruffled after, as if only waking up made everything worse- and sometimes he'd look.. blank, staring at the wall before Katsuki 'accidentally' smacks his leg against the frame of his bed, waking him up from what seemed to be like a second state of sleep.

It didn't make sense.

Izuku joked around with his friends- round face and Somei kid all day, laughter the most boisterous and the loudest compared to anyone else in his group, haunching over, wiping tears from his eyes as he tries digging into his lower lip with his teeth to stop his giggles.

He looked okay.

He looked fucking normal.

But Katsuki would catch him, sometimes, as they both retire to his dorm after classes.

The smile he wore proudly like a pin was tinier. Strained.

It's as if Katsuki's presence was the only reason why he even keeps it on.

Izuku would say a simple good night, changing before going to bed right after, always facing the wall, so Katsuki never really knew if he was sleeping.

Boring. Monotonous.

Different from before.

Their relationship had always been complicated, but they were better now. So much better. Hell, they could even talk to each other without throwing a punch anymore!

They were somewhat friends who'd known each other their whole lives- revolved each other's whole lives, like some fucked up little solar system they can't seem to pull away from.

"You slept the whole day."

Izuku pauses, blinking the sleepiness out of his eyes, before shrugging. "It's fine."

"What- I thought your ass stood late for those stupid little notebooks? Hero analysis or whatever?" Katsuki fires back, brows furrowed. "You liked cooking, right? The fuck? Why don't you cook anymore?" Red eyes were searching, hoping for an answer already there, but it was refused to be acknowledged by either teen in the room.

"I don't know," Izuku says lamely. "I'm just tired."

"You don't have any fucking hobbies, idiot."

"I train."

"That's cause you have to," Katsuki snaps, feeling something wilt inside him when Izuku laughs to deflect, eyes scrunching up just enough to hide whatever emotion was there. "It's like you're a walking zombie whenever you're not with your friends. That's not the Deku I knew. Hell, I don't even hear you mutter no more."

The words seemingly struck a cord- although, the wrong one, since Izuku momentarily trembles- but a big, wide smile suddenly emerges from his frown so fast that it almost gives the blond whiplash.

"Haha! Oh, I swear, Kacchan. I'm just tired. Studies have been catching up, y'know?" He chatters on, hand movements precise, expressions on point as if he hadn't been like a blank slate a while ago.

He'd always been a good liar.

(Katsuki feels panic flare up because now, he can't even tell if his smile was fake or not.)

Izuku finishes off whatever he was saying with a giggle, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, eyes twinkling and livelier than the whole two weeks- possibly longer since Katsuki only started observing him only when he caught sign of Izuku's weird behavior.

It feels wrong.

"Just sleep, Kacchan. You don't have to worry about me."

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His ears have been ringing.

Izuku hums, craning his head to see the board. Aizawa had always had a habit of writing too fast. It was hard to keep up, especially with his fingers cramping, sore and achy because of his scars.

You were never good enough.

Ah.

Izuku momentarily bristles, but there's a wave of drowsiness that washes over him and the effort to stay awake pushes the nasty thoughts to the back of his mind, stored for another day.

He tries to ground himself by digging nails into his thigh, and he stares at his notes, eyes straying away but not at the same time.

"Midoriya?"

Izuku snaps up, and he sees concern written on Aizawa's face, and he realizes the scratching of pencil on paper stops and everybody was looking at him with curiosity-

Especially Katsuki.

For a moment, he considers telling.

How he feels like he's constantly underwater, how hard it is to get up the bed or even open his eyes.

How he sleeps through his friends' outings, how he does the bare minimum to keep his room and himself clean sometimes.

But he gives a sheepish smile.

And hides.

"Sorry, Mr. Aizawa."

Well. He feels numb as he picks up his pencil.

The notes weren't gonna write themselves after all.

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