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Izuku awoke, thrashing and sweating, a complete mess, his hair was stuck to his forehead, and his already chronically pained arms hurt a lot. It was a lot of feelings, too many feelings all at once. His mind reeled, thinking about that fateful day at UA, he remembered the image of his best friend’s lifeless body lying on the ground, not moving, not breathing, completely, utterly, still. In his dream, Katsuki’s body came back to life just to tell him that no one cares about him, especially not Katsuki, then died again. His mind screamed at him to calm down, that it’s over now. He lay there, in both physical and mental agony.Eventually he had laid there long enough for him to calm down on his own, his breathing switching to auto pilot, going back to his regular breathing pattern without him noticing. It was the middle of winter, the dorms were always cold, the cold did not help the pain in his arms. He, along with his All Might blanket, ventured down to the common room, where the heater was. He found the god sent heater and switched it up to the highest setting, holding his arms up in front of it.The heat soothed his aching arms, bringing him some relief physically. Mentally, it still hurt. He sat there for what felt like hours, maybe it was, maybe it was just for five minutes, he didn’t know, he also didn’t care. He started thinking about Recovery Girl, and if she would still be in her office to give him a remedy for his pain. Then he remember that it was the middle of the night and shut the idea down. The stairs behind him creaked, snapping him away from his thoughts.“Why are you still awake, damn nerd?” His explosive classmate’s voice muttered, sending a shiver of relief through Izuku. He was alive, breathing? Then he remembered that no one cared about him, especially not Katsuki, Katsuki was dead.“Kacchan?” He questioned, was his delirious mind playing tricks on him? No Katsuki Bakugo was dead. So why was he stood behind him, shuffling his feet awkwardly? “Well why are you still awake?”“Stop dodging the question. I asked you first, now spill.” He stated, walking over toward Izuku, looming over his bundle of blankets. “Oh, Katsuki cares?” He thinks to himself. “No he doesn’t, stop being stupid Izuku! He’s dead, you know that!” The voices overwhelm his senses, his train of thought, his every thing. He hasn’t had a night this bad in months. Its overwhelmed him so much that he doesn’t resister Katsuki crouching down. Something touches his hand, it startles him to the core, panicking, he rips his hand away,“Zuku, hey calm down. What’s wrong?” The blond asks, eyes frantically darting across Izuku’s freckled face.“Like you care!” He yells. Deep down, Izuku knows that Kacchan cares, but his brain will only register that know one cares about him, especially not Katsuki, Katsuki is dead.“Izuku, I do care! I care about you more than anyone else in this damn class!” He reinforces, panic spreading over his face.“Then why won’t you just leave me alone?! I saw your body, I saw it not breathing. Stop making me think that you’re here when you’re not!” He argues.Realisation flickers across Katsuki’s face. Izuku had another nightmare, his mind still believes that he’s dead. His face softens slightly.“If I was dead would you be able to feel this?” He asks, planting a kiss against Izuku’s cheek. “And if I was dead would you be able to feel my heart beat?” He questions, guiding Izuku’s hand to his chest.“Zuku, you just had another nightmare. Edge Shot fixed me, brought me back to life, remember? I’m okay now.” He reassures, giving the others hand a grounding squeeze.Izuku does remember, he remembers that Katsuki survived. His eyes started tearing up. His arms still hurt so much, but the realisation that Kacchan was alive made it a little more bearable.Izuku was pulled into Katsuki’s arms, his warm, safe, comforting arms. In his arms the damn broke, hot tears rolled down his cheeks, falling off his chin. He burrowed in a little closer to Katsuki, he was warm, his aching arms adored the warmth.“Shh, it’s okay, you’re okay.” Katsuki cooed into the others ear, brushing the green curls out of his face.Izuku’s mind calmed down for the second time that night, except this time, he wasn’t alone, he had Katsuki to guide him. He had Katsuki who warmed his arms up for him. He had Katsuki, who was currently making him some lavender tea.Sitting on the common room’s couch, still wrapped in his All Might blanket, Izuku waited for Katsuki to come back with their tea. He heard the older bustling about in the kitchen, presumably digging around to find a spoon. Izuku liked his drinks sweet, not too sweet but fairly sweet. Kacchan always berated him for his sweet tooth, Izuku has never really cared about his sweet tooth, he saved the world during his first year, a sweet beverage is well deserved.Katsuki comes back from the kitchen, carrying with him, two mugs of tea which he places down on the coffee table. He throws himself down on the couch next to Izuku and wraps an arm around him. He doesn’t waste a second before leaning against the explosive boy, using the body heat to soothe his arms. Katsuki gives Izuku his mug, his senses are immediately filled with lavender and warmth, it reminds him of Kacchan and his lavender shampoo.“Kacchan?” He asks, tilting his head up to look at the other. Katsuki gives him a nod. “Why’d you kiss me?”“Tch, I don’t know what you’re talking about nerd.” He rolls his eyes, yet there is no malice in his actions, or his words.Izuku puts his mug down and uses his arms to prop himself up. He’s face to face with Katsuki, crimson eyes meet green, a freckled, scarred hand caress a stern, pale face. Izuku’s cautious lips meet Katsuki’s soft cheek in a small kiss, barely there, but done with intent.“Izuku.” His voice is low and warm. “Why’d you kiss me?”“Pfft, I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kacchan.” He says, a small smile growing on his lips.“Listen here you shitty nerd!” He yells, tackling Izuku on to the couch. He laughs, making fun of Kacchan never ceased to make him giggle. Katsuki had him trapped beneath him, his spiky hair falling at odd angles. He radiated warmth all around him, it comforted him.“Can I kiss you, Kacchan? Like actually kiss you?” He asked, inching towards Katsuki’s face, his warm breath tickled Izuku’s face. Katsuki didn’t answer, didn’t say anything. Instead he opted to surge forwards, meeting with Izuku’s warm lips. The kiss didn’t last long, an intense rush of feeling, then as quickly as it had happened, it was over. Pulling away, Izuku wraps his arms around Katsuki’s waist, searching his face for anything, but all he is met with is affection.“Ask me why I did it.” Katsuki whispers, sending shivers down his spine. Izuku gives him a confused look. “Ask me why I kissed you, Izuku.”“Why did you kiss me, Kacchan?” He asks, fingers tracing small circles on Katsuki’s waist. The older smiles a little, flashing a glimpse of his pristine teeth.“Because I love you.” He says, placing a small kiss on his nose. “Because you’re a damn nerd.” He kisses his left check. “Because I don’t have to be an angry bastard around you.” He kisses his other cheek. “Because you’re you.” He plants a light kiss on his lips, it tickles. “That’s why I kissed you, Zu.”Izuku blushes at the nickname, he pulls Katsuki down on top of him, their legs tangling together. “I love you too, Kacchan.” He flicks him on the forehead. “And I’m not a nerd.” He places a kiss over the spot that he flicked.Katsuki buries his head into the crook of Izuku’s neck, who hands roam his blond hair. “What ever you say, nerd.” He whispers, tickling Izuku’s neck. Izuku sighs.“I’m too tired to argue.” He breathes out, eyes struggling to stay awake.“Then let’s go to bed.” Katsuki mumbles, moving to get up, Izuku pushes him back down.“No!” He whines, arms tightening around Katsuki’s waist. “I don’t want to, this is too nice. If I go to sleep then it will be over.”“Calm down, nerd.” He says standing up, carrying Izuku with him. “I was gonna take you to my room anyways. Can’t have you thinking I’m a ghost again.”Izuku releases a content sigh, clinging onto the other. Katsuki carries him up the stairs and into his room, his room was freezing, like something out of Antartica. He shivers, tightening his hold on Kacchan who lets out a slight chuckle.Katsuki lays them under the covers, holding Izuku in his arms. It wasn’t cold any more, his Kacchan was warm enough to rival even the sun itself.“Do your arms still hurt?” Katsuki asks, holding onto Izuku’s hand, rubbing soothing circles over them. His hands were sweaty, they always had been, even since they were children. Izuku couldn’t care less though.“Yeah, they always do, at least a little bit. But you make it better. You make everything better.” He smiles, pressing a kiss to Katsuki’s warm cheek.“Glad I could help, nerd.” He whispers, dragging a hand over Izuku’s freckled cheek. Izuku leans in, planting a deep kiss to his lips, smiling into it.“My hero.”•-~EXTRA~-•When the boys awoke it was due to very loud giggling. A few people were running down the hall and down the stairs. A loud thump was heard, followed by an “Oh shit!” And more giggling. Katsuki looked down at the smiling boy in his arms and kissed his freckled forehead.“What are those fuckers laughing about?” He asked, getting out of bed.“I don’t know, but I’m glad they’re happy!” He smiled as he too got out of bed, hugging the older from behind, planting a kiss at the base of his neck.Something catches Izuku’s eye, something on Katsuki’s night stand. A piece of paper? “Kacchan, I think I found what they were giggling about.” He says, pointing to his night stand.“What’d you find, Zu?” He asks as he walks over, wrapping an arm around Izuku. “THOSE FUCKERS!!! GET BACK HERE YOU BUNCH OF EXTRAS!!!” He yells as he sprints down the hallway, shouting out threats and obscenities as he goes. Izuku chuckles, how did he manage to fall for Katsuki Bakugo of all people.On Katsuki’s night stand sat a Polaroid picture of Kacchan and himself cuddling. At the bottom it read, “Katsuki Bakugo has rizz??? Cuties fr tho!!!- The Extras ;)” Written in a hot pink glitter pen. He hears a lot of explosions down stairs and he decides it’s probably time to step in. Damn he loves his class.