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Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 46

⚠︎︎ Warning: Blood ⚠︎︎

You shuffle around for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, Katsuki's sleeping figure lying unmoving beside you as he snores lightly in his sleep. You haven't been able to rest all night because of a horrible feeling dwelling deep in your gut.

Your gut instinct has saved your life several times too.

The last few nights since Midoriya and Katsuki's fight, you have been staying in his room to comfort him and help him with his frequent nightmares. You sleeping with him has become a constant thing, Katsuki claiming that laying on your chest and hearing your heartbeat relaxes him. That earned him a smack on the head.

You know if you woke Katsuki up and told him you couldn't sleep he would stay up with you and help you, but you can't bring yourself to. The unworried expression on his face is a blessing, considering the nightmares that usually wake him up in a panicked frenzy and cold sweat.

So you let him sleep. Putting his needs above your own as you always have.

Nevertheless, you pout stubbornly at the ceiling, wishing Katsuki could sense your discomfort and would wake up and hold you. He is currently drooling on his pillow, holding it tightly against his chest, having replaced you at some point during the night. At least you aren't being drooled on.

All you can do is glare at the rough, white edges of the ceiling above you, glancing at the slow-moving clock on his bedside.

You let a growl rip from your throat, seeing it's only been two minutes since the last time you checked even though it felt a lot longer. Not being able to stand laying in Katsuki's bed for another minute, you carefully slide out from under the covers, careful not to stir the sleeping blond gremlin.

Once you successfully escape the suffocating sheets, you slowly stalk over to where your socks were thrown across the room, sliding them on before slipping out the door. The only sound of your exit is the soft click of the handle, falling on deaf ears.

You are silent as walk down the hallway, deciding to use the stairs instead of the elevator to make less noise. You jog down the staircase, unsure of what you are going to do but feeling your gut tug you toward the main floor. You pass by the kitchen and couches, letting your instincts guide you.

You only stop once you reach the glass doors, tossing on your metal boots before continuing your journey to...who knows where you're going. Your eyes, having adjusted to the dark hours ago, gaze directly at UA, noticing the flicker of light coming from inside.

You have no idea who could be inside since it's well after one in the morning, but your spine stiffens as you realize what may be going on. The UA traitor. Either that or someone stayed up very, very late on a Saturday night to work.

Your breath hitches as you make a break for the school, your chance finally arriving to get some answers about the League. You don't bother to go back and change out of the clothes you wore to bed, a black pair of sweatpants and a grey top. This might be your only opportunity to find out who it is and stop them.

Once you're close enough to have a clear view of the window you saw the light come from, you teleport, landing on the ledge high in the air. Peering inside, you phase through and scan the meeting room. This is where the teachers meet to discuss school issues and whatnot. You have been here a couple times yourself. The wooden desk in a 'U' shape, with seven chairs around it in total.

There isn't any sign of anyone, but they couldn't have gotten far. You silently slip out of the room, willing yourself not to make any noise as you slip around the school silently. You hear a very soft voice speaking ahead of you and as you glance around the corner, you see the light too. A single phone flashlight. The flashlight is aimed at an empty wall, the person talking into the air. Or they're on a call.