Don't Touch Me, Kacchan (Rewrite)

Todoroki stared at his sleeping best friend. A bright shine in his eyes and slightly red cheeks that cracked a small smile, failed to conceal his passionate love for the freckled boy. Even in the boring atmosphere of the classroom, he still had the ability to brighten the heterochromatic teen's day.

So why, he wondered, why was it that his loved one's face was so filled with worry and helplessness, in a state when it was supposed to remain calm and serene? His faint freckles were covered in the thinest coat of cold sweat, and his face showed a slightly frightened expression. His breathing was unsteady, quite rapid but not so noticeable that it would drag attention.

Midoriya softly scratched the plastic desk as he murmured under his breath "No, please... let me go..."

Todoroki looks at the green-haired boy, quite shocked. "Maybe he's having a bad dream...", he wondered. But if so, how bad of a dream must he be having for him to look so frightened?