3:27 AM | Bakudeku

3:27 AM

3:22 AM
Saturday.

Two hours. Midoriya Izuku—ninth user of One for All, student of class 2A, has been counting the bumps on his ceiling for two hours. Evidently, the second his eyes close all he can see are mangled bodies and his friends' petrified faces, but he's trying.

Tiredly throwing the demonically hot comforter off his body, the green-eyed boy stumbled over to his desk, feeling for his phone. Suddenly slamming his limb against the glossy device, his scarred hand picked it up, ripping it from the beaten-up charger it was plugged into.

Opening his conversation with Katsuki, he death-marched towards his inevitable murder.

//

midowoiya: Kacchan, are you awake? I'm sorry to bother you if not.
( read 3:23 AM )

bakubitch: what the fuck do you want
( read 3:23 AM )

midowoiya: Um, would it be okay if I were to come over to your room? I don't wanna bother Uraraka or Iida since they have plans for tomorrow.
( read 3:24 AM )

//

Izuku and Katsuki's relationship has been steadily improving since their childhood, but as it stands now they aren't friends, nor acquaintances—but they aren't quite enemies either. Rivals, maybe. Though the term is too loose, it doesn't respect what they've gone through together.

They have a level of trust that wouldn't necessarily be normal if it wasn't Katsuki and Izuku, they've fought a countless number of people together, they have to know that they have each other's backs. If someone was to try and land a hit on one, they have to remain faithful that the other will protect them.

They make a fantastic hero duo, and both of them know that. The pair are reminded constantly that they should become an official pro-hero duo once they graduate, but there is some unsaid tension { sexual maybe? (ﾟ∀ﾟ) } that remains between them. Polar opposites, they physically repel each other, yet they both unconsciously yearn for the other.

Sighing, the green-eyed boy set his phone down. Reluctant to give up on staying awake, yet too exhausted and, frankly, too bored to do so.

He took a lone step and then his phone was buzzing, he would have been lying if he said his heart didn't skip a beat. He near sprinted back to his desk, unlocking his phone to read the notification he received.

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bakubitch: open ur goddamn door nerd
( read 3:27 AM )

//

Oh.

Oh.

This was not like the Katsuki Izuku knew as a child. Unless the blonde knew he would be gaining something from this he would never take the initiative. The dorms are infiltrated, oh god. He's gonna die, and it's not even by Katsuki's hand-

Another buzz.

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bakubitch: deku i swear to god ill knock down ur fucking door.

midowoiya: Sorry Kacchan, coming.

//

Bad words. Izuku wanted to say a lot of bad words.

Hesitantly walking towards the wooden door, he twisted the knob, expecting to be met with fists and explosions, but instead a soft comforter and roughly ten pillows were shoved into his grasp.

Izuku stared at the red-eyed Pomeranian in front of him. His eyes seeming glassy, assumingely from lack of sleep. The greenette opened and closed his mouth a few times, unsure of what to say.