A/N: yooo- this has got more than 4k reads & 140 comments- thanks sm omg!! :D 
i hope you'll enjoy this chapter!! this chapter's a bit more light hearted than most of the other ones- but don't worry, the angst will come back :P
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                              A few hours later, when class was already over for the day, Katsuki had the intention of simply retreating to his room, as he did most days, recently. He'd planned on spending the rest of the day alone, in his room, thinking about all the questions he had no answers to. Yeah, that really was all he wanted to do at the moment. 
                              But he couldn't. Why not? Because a certain someone was waiting in front of his bedroom door. 
                              He didn't even question anymore how his classmate had gotten there before him. That was just one more thing that didn't make sense. Barely noticeable.
                              "What do you want?" He asked his friend. Eijirou got worried about him easily, and it's gotten worse recently. For obvious reasons.
                              And just as expected, the redhead's answer was simply that he'd gotten worried about Katsuki again. Apparently, what worried him was that Katsuki had seemed to be completely lost in thought, completely gone, throughout the whole day. And that one time actually talked to anyone, was when he'd asked Midoriya that weird question. Katsuki rolled his eyes as he listened to his friend.
                              "Look, I'm fine. Thanks for caring, I guess, but it's unnecessary." Katsuki's voice sounded far less harsh than he'd meant it to. Actually, he sounded almost sad as he spoke. But that was nothing new, he hadn't been doing well recently, and it didn't surprise Eijirou that the blonde didn't want to talk about his issues, whatever they may be. 
                              Before he was able to say anything else, Katsuki pushed him aside, and slammed the door shut behind himself. Eijirou sighed. He wanted to help his friend, he really did, but Katsuki wasn't making it easy for him. And on top of that, he wanted to let him know that he told their other friends about those notes. He wasn't sure if he regretted telling them, but he definitely felt like Katsuki should know about it.
                              He took as deep breath, and went to knock on his friend's door. "Let me in, we need to talk about something," he said, hoping it'd be enough to convince Katsuki to open up.
                              "I told you, I don't need your help now," Katsuki replied, he actually sounded annoyed this time.
                              "Fine, then," Eijirou was about to just give up, and walk away without another word, but he stopped to think for a second. "Bakubro, come to the common room, later today. Around like 8 pm, roughly." He actually walked away before Katsuki could accept, or deny, the invitation, if one could call it that.
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Katsuki wasn't sure whether or not he should do what his friend'd told him to. He had no idea what Eijirou, very likely his other friends too, could be planning to do. He wasn't scared, he just didn't know if he had the patience to deal with whatever the hell they would've come up with.
                              Maybe they'd just ask him tons of questions again, because they were apparently still worried about him? Or maybe they just wanted to spend time with? 
                              Or maybe it was something else all together?
                              Katsuki kept trying to decide whether he should go, or not.
                              Eventually, he came to the conclusion that there probably was no harm in going, and that then he could satisfy his curiosity about what they were planning anyway.
                              So, he while he was waiting a few hours, he was still thinking about Izuku's quirk. He just couldn't really get his mind off that for more than a few minutes. It was still bugging him, and he really couldn't get it out of his head, no matter what he did. 
                              And as he was still thinking abot this same topic, he must've completely lost track of time, because when he looked up at the clock on his wall, he saw that it was already almost eight. He wasn't late to whatever this thing was going to be, yet, but he should get going soon if he really planned on attending.
                              After staring at the clock for a few moments, he finally got up, and decided to make his way downstairs.
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"Kiri, technically this idea's really good, but honestly, I doubt Bakugou'S gonna show up. You know him, he's not the type who likes spending time with friends, or anyone. Especially recently, he's spent like all his time probably sulking in his room or going who-knows-where," Denki said. He sounded a lot more pessimistec than usual.
                              "Yeah, it'd be a wonder if he shows up. Like- it wouldn't surprise me if he didn't. To be honest, I don't blame him though. Since you told us about those notes, I kinda understand a little more why he's acting like this." Mina said, as she sat down on one of the couches in the common room.
                              "Exactly! Those notes would've creeped me out too!" Denki replied, laughing. Hanta let out a chuckle as well.
                              Eijirou sighed. "Yeahh, but what if he does show up? I know it unlikely, but still."
                              Eijirou, Mina, Denki, and Hanta had spotaneously organized a movie night. All of their other classmates had agreed to come, and watch at least one of the movies with them. The only one whose attendence wasn't certain yet was Katsuki Bakugou, because who else would that one person be? Katsuki was really acting like a loner sometimes. If his friends didn't know better, it'd almost seem like he enjoyed being alone all the time.
                              The main reason why they'd organized this movie night was to cheer Katsuki up, because knowing how down he'd been recently really made them sad.
                              The fact they didn't know if Katsuki was even going to show up was pretty ironic.
                              As the others were still somewhat trying to comfort Eijirou that the idea might not actually work out, they were interrupted.
                              "Oi, what the hell're you so sad about? I'm not that late," Katsuki said. Mina looked like she wasn't sure whther he was trying to make a joke or actually immediately assumed this was about him. Well, yeah- It was actually pretty much just about him, but still.
                              Katsuki silently raised an eyebrow at her expression. Mina started laughing. Eijirou seemed to cheer up pretty quickly too.
                              "Baku, you came!" He exclaimed, happily.
                              "Are you surprised? I'm not that bad of a friend." Katsuki laughed slightly as he spoke. "Anyway.. So why's the whole damn class here? He asked as his eyes quickly scanned the room, until they landed upon Izuku, who was staring right back at him.
                              "Oh," Denki began, redirecting Katsuki's attention, "we wanted to do a movie night with the whole class today!!"
                              Katsuki seemed to ponder this for a moment. "Fine, I guess. What're we watching? It better not be shit, I don't want to waste my time." He was smirking at his friends. 
                              He was glad they weren't planning on doing something more stupid, like talking about feelings, or shit like that.
                                      
                                          
                                  
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FanfictionIzuku Midoriya died of suicide almost two years ago. Katsuki Bakugou can't deal with the guilt anymore, and his classmates at U.A. are getting worried about him. The fact that they're going to get a new student soon doesn't help relieve the tension...
