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It had been four days.
Four days since Katsuki had gotten any fucking sleep.
Logically - logically he knew the best thing he could do right now was to tell Aizawa and hopefully have him sort out some sleeping pills or something. It's the advice Katsuki would've given one of the shitty extras that he maybe kind of considered friends, shut up.
But fuck that.
Because. Because...
...
Okay, he didn't need to make fucking excuses for himself. He wasn't getting help, the end.
Yet it had been four fucking days.
And he was so tired.
He was currently making himself some food, because if he couldn't sleep at one o'clock in the fucking morning, he would treat himself to some extra food. He'd just have to train a bit harder tomorrow to burn off the extra carbs.
Katsuki dishes his omelette onto an orange plate that he had claimed as his and no one else was allowed to use, and stifled a yawn as he sat down and started to eat.
He leans his head on his hand at some point, and only becomes aware of it when his elbow starts hurting from digging into the bench. And his foods gone cold. Fuck.
He eats it anyway, because he was not some little bitch who was going to waste his food.
After his pathetic attempt at comforting himself with food, he stays sitting at the bench and just... Stares. At the wall. He doesn't even realize that he had been paying zero attention whatsoever until he hears someone clear their throat.
Katsuki whips around to face them, ignoring the way his heart is trying to break through his fucking ribs, also ignoring the instant relief he feels when he recognizes Aizawa.
"It's past curfew," Aizawa states blankly. *No fucking shit*, Katsuki wants to reply. Instead he sort of tales a breath to start speaking before realizing he *really* didn't have the fucking energy to talk, and ends up accidently sounding like he huffed.
"It's pretty late," Aizawa adds when Katsuki doesn't reply. But Katsuki's energy levels didn't change with that sentence, so he just settles for the fact it probably looks like he's ignoring Aizawa. The man himself sighs deeply, like Katsuki's doing something purposely annoying. Fuck him.
"Look, kid, either you tell me why your awake or you don't, but either way, your going to end up going to bed. It's late and you look dead on your feet."
And maybe, maybe there was some distant part of Katsuki that wanted to tell him everything, have someone else take charge for once and get some fucking help and just *sleep*, but even if he was stupid enough to do that, he didn't have the energy.
He can feel Aizawa's calculating gaze, and he doesn't even realize he's shut his eyes until someone's hand presses gently against his shoulder.
Katsuki flinches away instinctively, because he's not -in the right state of mind- energetic enough to pretend like he didn't get freaked out.
The hand instantly moves away again, hovering near him but not too close and not touching. Oh, Katsuki's eyes are open again. He's staring straight at the hand. Aizawa's hand. Oh, right, yeah.
"Kid? Are you alright?"
Is he alright? He doesn't really know. He's just so tired. And it feels like someone's behind him. Wait what?
Katsuki whirls his head around but there's nothing there. He turns back to Aizawa, and immediately glances back again.
Aizawa looks too, an unreadable look in his eyes as he tries to find what Katsuki was looking at.
"There's no one here but us," Aizawa says softly, as if he were speaking to a spooked child -because that's exactly what he was doing-
Katsuki glances back one more time, just to confirm, and he must be more out of it then he realized because he watches with a sort of detached feeling as he lightly grabs the hand that's still hovering carefully near him, and holds it like he's a fucking child lost in the store.
Aizawa seems surprised, or at least that's what Katsuki guesses, because he's shut his eyes again.
"Let's get you to bed, yeah?" Aizawa says with the same soft tone, and Katsuki finally places the odd tinge in his tone as concern.
Katsuki feels a sense of deja vu as he stand up and lets himself be led forward like when he was young. Didn't he have a thought like that already? Fuck knows.
As they reach Katsuki's dorm room, he accidently makes a sort of short hum sound, and Aizawa turns to him.
He couldn't go to his dorm, because then he'd just be awake and pacing and staring everywhere and nowhere at once, and *he'd be completely alone but itwouldn'tfeellikeit-*
"Bakugo, look at me."
And Katsuki does, and Aizawa looks confused and concerned and way out of his depth and for some fucking reason Katsuki bursts out into hysterical giggles.
That only adds to the emotions in Aizawa's expression, which only adds to Katsuki's weightless giggles that don't even feel like their coming from him.
Katsuki manages to stop giggling when he feels pressure behind his eyes, a tell-tale sign he could cry if he was that kind of person. Instead, he- for some reason- automatically brings Aizawa's hand that he's still holding and presses it against his forehead.
And Katsuki's not stupid, thank you very much, he knows he's touched starved by no one's fault but his own, but something about the comforting press of someones hand against his forehead, the touch controlled by Katsuki and by someone he begrudgingly trusted fully, made the stupid little tears fall down his face.
"Oh kid..."
Aizawa's thumb moves slightly back and forth, and the repetitive motion makes Katsuki feel safer, which makes him cry harder. Instead of the not-really-crying-tears-are-just-falling thing that was just happening, Katsuki's breath shudders, and he bites his tongue to try and not do that again.
"Do you want to go to your room?"
Oh, they were still in the hallway, he forgot about that. He nods slightly, and tries not to feel heartbroken when he pulls Aizawa's hand away from his forehead and let's himself be pulled forward.
Katsuki immediately goes to sit on his bed, and Aizawa carefully sits next to him. Aizawa goes to say something, but Katsuki already feels shit enough that everything else his sensei had said to him went 'ignored', so Katsuki shuts him the fuck up by resting his head against his shoulder.
Katsuki didn't even remember falling asleep, but when he wakes up, he's somehow laying down and Aizawa's gently trying to leave, but Katsuki's holding his arm.
....
Wait, fuck.
Katsuki let's his arm go in embarrassment. *Let him leave. Everyone always leaves*.
Expect Aizawa must have seen something in his expression, because he sits on Katsuki's desk chair and pulls out his phone.
Katsuki barely registers what's happening as Aizawa calmly taps away on his phone, until he realizes, *oh, he's not leaving*.
Katsuki feels like he could smile, but doesn't. Instead, he closes his eyes and drifts off back to sleep.