AN: Okay, this wasn't originally going to be multiple parts but it's sooooooo long so...yeah. Enjoy :)

Warnings: Profanity

Word Count: 5200

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"No way...Kaminari!" Kirishima exclaimed quietly, grabbing his lover's shoulder and violently shaking it. His red eyes gleamed with mischief as the movie played, all of Class 1A squashing into the living room to watch it. It was the end of a long week at school and Mina has suggested that they watch a film to let them relax. Somehow, Kirishima had managed to get Bakugo to agree, only on the terms that they don't watch "a shitty romance".

It was Bakugo that Kirishima was staring at now, head tucked into his chest, hair hanging over his eyes but not enough to disguise the fact that he was fast asleep. He looked strangely peaceful, a look Kirishima had never seen on him before; even when the blond zoned out in class he had that perpetual look of irritation on his features, so seeing him so tranquil was kind of unnerving.

Kaminari glanced at his spiky-haired boyfriend, crinkling his nose. "What, dude? I'm trying to watch the movie."

Practically squealing with excitement, Kirishima unfurled his arm from around Kaminari's body and pointed to Bakugo, grinning like a madman. In that way Kaminari always did, the boy read his mind, an equally disturbing smile rising on his face. "Oh, boy." He chuckled under his breath, his yellow eyes flashing as he formed a plan in his mind.

"Yaoyorozu," they uttered in unison, voices tinted with a devilishly playful lilt. Kaminari was the first to slide off the sofa, crawling across the floor and being given odd looks - and a disapproving one from Iida who muttered something about "Inappropriate behaviour during class bonding time," that went ignored - and was closely followed by Kirishima, who wriggled after him towards the girl with the black hair who was leaned against Todoroki, dark locks loose around her shoulders. Kaminari tugged on the material of her pyjama bottoms, earning him a cursory glance.

"Yaoyorozu," he whispered, pulling again to get her attention. "Yaoyorozu!"

"What?" she huffed quietly, leaning forwards to look at the two boys who were knelt before her.

Kirishima giggled and pointed to Bakugo, who hadn't woken up. Yaoyorozu, being the smart student that she was, caught on immediately and shook her head. "No. He'll kill...He'll kill you. He'll kill me."

Vigorously shaking his head, Kaminari gave her a pleading look. "Just some handcuffs. We'll get them cut off, but imagine the look on his face. It'll be hilarious."

Just as Yaoyorozu was about to refuse again, a monotone voice chimed in from behind the two boys. "What are you talking about?"

Yaoyorozu rolled her eyes. "These two idiots," she said, pointing an accusing finger at Kaminari and Kirishima, both of whom were giggling like kindergarteners. "Want me to make some shackles for," at that she pointed at Bakugo. Kirishima craned his neck to look at Jirou, who's impassive expression had been replaced with a smirk.

"Do it," Jirou demanded instantly, her lips quirked upwards. Kirishima knew she too was imagining the after effects of this particular prank.

Looking betrayed, Yaoyorozu turned to the bi-coloured teen beside her. "Back me up here."

Todoroki, who had been watching the exchange with his usual indifferent aura, shrugged. "It could be amusing."

Kaminari pumped a fist in the air and barely refrained from letting out a victory yell Yaoyorozu realised she was outvoted. "Fine. But I am excluded from any blame."

Kirishima nodded. "Just do it quickly. He could wake up soon," he warned, flicking his gaze back to the sleeping blond to make sure he hadn't woken. He needn't have bothered - Bakugo looked like he wouldn't wake up for a while.

In the short space he had looked away, the handcuffs had been made and were dropped into his lap. "Why am I doing this..." Yaoyorozu despaired, twisting her body into Todoroki's, whose arms instantly wrapped around her and held her tight. Whilst Kaminari smiled at the cute, but rare, display of affection between the two, Kirishima began his Mission Impossible-style crawl to the armchair that Bakugo sat in. Mina gave him a confused stare, but saw his tradjectory and the object in his hand and grinned before turning back to watch the movie. Everyone else ignored him, so Kirishima made it without being stopped. Iida surely wouldn't approve.

He paused before the boy's legs, judging the best way to do this without waking him up. Ruining his plan before Kirishima could finish it would be sorely disappointing. Getting to his feet, Kirishima opened one of the handcuffs and snapped it onto Bakugo's pale hand, the skin rough and calloused, trying not to let it touch him too much lest the teen woke. Then he moved his fingers across the chain and grasped the other cuff, sliding it open wider and closing it gently onto the scarred wrist of Izuku Midoriya, who had fallen asleep next to the blond, his body tensed and angled away, although his hand had slipped off of his knee and was resting next to Bakugo's.

Heart pounding, Kirishima took a step back, checking that neither boy had woken, then collapsed back down and made his way back over to Kaminari and Jirou, both of whom were silently cheering, anticipation and passionate interest etched onto their faces.

Kirishima gave them a thumbs up as he approached then, not wanting to go all the way back to the sofa he had previously been seated on, leaned into Kaminari's side and rested his head on his chest, snuggling closer to watch the remainder of whatever was left of their film.

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When Katsuki woke, it was dark.

All the lights had been turned off and, for a split-second, he had fleeting moment where he wondered where he was. Then he remembered that, after the exhaustion of training the day before, combined with the boredom that was class, his eyes had began to shut and he had given into the enticing call of sleep. At some point, Katsuki had briefly awoken to feel someone slide into the seat beside him, but he was too tired to care.

Stretching his right arm into the air, Katsuki yawned, mouth opened wide as he let out a soft noise. As he opened his eyes, Katsuki found that they had began to adjust to the darkness. The living room was, indeed, empty, the television having been shut off and the couches abandoned. For how long, Katsuki wasn't sure, but judging from how tired he still felt, probably not too long.

Longing for the warm comfort of his bed, Katsuki leant forwards, pulling his arms in front of him to help him balance but felt a resistance on his left wrist, like something was pulling in it, at the same time as a soft thud sounded from behind him.

Eyes now fully accustomed to the lighting - or rather, lack of it - Katsuki whirled to see what he was attached to, then stopped.

Izuku was slumped over on the armchair, head resting on the place Katsuki had just been sitting; the thud must have been him falling over when Katsuki tugged on whatever was tying them together. And then Katsuki saw the metal shackles and his eyes narrowed, teeth ground together and his face burned with anger. He growled furiously, and loudly too because Izuku stirred, groaning slightly and tried to use his hand that was tied to Katsuki's to push himself up, but Katsuki stayed rigid where he stood and Izuku's eyes opened wide in surprise, irises darting about blindly.

"W-Wha..." Izuku stammered, unsure of what was happening. Katsuki's growling increased. Surprisingly, the sound made Izuku relax for a moment, just a moment, before he shrunk into himself. "Kacchan? Is that you?"

"Deku..." Katsuki hissed, voice low and threatening. He tugged his hand backwards roughly, which caused Izuku to shuffle across the couch and balance precariously on the edge, not quite falling to the floor but dangerously close to it. "What the fuck did you do?"

"Huh?" Izuku blinked, eyes having partially adjusted and focused on him. "What do you mean, Kacchan?"

Katsuki exhaled angrily, yanking his hand up to show Izuku the handcuffs. "This, shitty nerd!"

Annoyingly enough, Izuku looked just as confused as Katsuki felt, which meant that the nerd hadn't done this. Muttering something unintelligible, Katsuki pulled on the chain again and Izuku lost his balance, toppling onto the floor. Katsuki had bent down to accommodate for the fact that this would pull of the handcuffs, so now he watched as Izuku used his free hand to rub at his head.

"Ow, Kacchan," Izuku mumbled softly, placing his left hand on the floor and pushing himself to his feet. Katsuki mirrored it, holding his arm at an angle to as to keep the rest of his body as far away from Izuku as possible. Katsuki could tell the boy was still half asleep; he didn't have that constant fearful look on his features as he always did when he was around the blond (although it had diminished somewhat in the past few months), and he wasn't immediately concerned with the fact that they were cuffed together.

Katsuki, on the other hand, was running through all the people in his mind who could have done this. Kirishima's grinning face popped into his mind's view and Katsuki's face clouded over. Yaoyorozu would have to be involved too, unless shitty hair randomly had a pair of shackles lying around. Then again, Katsuki wasn't sure what him and his boyfriend, Pikachu, got up to in the bedroom-

Shaking that thought from his brain, Katsuki tugged on the metal, causing Izuku to jerk his head up to lock eyes. Katsuki couldn't see the dark green but he knew they were staring at him. "Wha..." Izuku murmured, then he straightened and looked down, saw the shackles and darted his eyes back up. "Oh. What happened?" Izuku gasped and started looking around frantically. "Was it a villain? Where are we? Have we been kidnapped?"

Katsuki inhaled deeply. "Oi, shitty nerd. Shut up."

Izuku complied immediately, pressing his lips together tightly. Katsuki rolled his eyes and walked past the greenette, heading towards the stairs. He didn't know the exact time but there was no way these cuffs were staying on him for much longer. Fucking Kirishima had better have the key because there was no guarantee that Deku wasn't going to have his hand blown off when Katsuki exploded the fucking things.

Being forced to follow the fuming blonde, Izuku dutifully trailed after him, unwillingly reminding Katsuki of the times when Izuku would constantly be behind him, admiring him, idolising him. In those days, before Katsuki got his Quirk, Izuku wasn't a nuisance to Katsuki, he was more of a reassurance; no matter what he did, Izuku was always there, cheering him on, encouraging him. In a way, Izuku was his rock, his comfort.

And, well. Katsuki got his Quirk, and everything took a turn for the worse. Suddenly everyone was treating him the way Izuku had, commending him on achieving something he had been waiting for his whole life. That power, it corrupted his young soul, and soon he began terrorising the one person who had always been there for him. It wasn't until that day Katsuki fell into the stream that Izuku didn't hang around him anymore. Seeing him - this small, weak, Quirkless kid - trying to help Katsuki, it sparked an anger in him. Izuku was left behind that day, and that left a hole in Katsuki's heart that he had never even tried to fill.

The loud banging shocked Katsuki out of his thoughts and he realised his fist, the one that wasn't attached to the silent teen beside him, was smashing onto the solid wood of Kirishima's bedroom door, denting it slightly. He stopped, waited a moment, then raised his hand to attack it again when it opened.

An eye appeared in the small crack, one half lidded and red. "Ba...Bakugo?" Kirishima mumbled sleepily. "What time is it?"

Katsuki growled. "Who fucking cares? Get this thing off me!"

Kirishima looked bemused, and for a moment Katsuki thought he had gotten it wrong, that Kirishima hadn't been the culprit, but then he saw the eye crinkle as a smile Katsuki couldn't see spring up on his face. "Oh, that," Kirishima snorted. "Sorry bro. I can't."

"What do you mean," Katsuki narrowed his eyes, speaking slowly. "You can't?"

Kirishima opened the door wider to reveal his face and the side of his body. He wore a short-sleeved shirt and long pyjama bottoms decorated in various catchphrases that Katsuki didn't care enough to read. His hair wasn't spiked up as it usually was and hung loose around his face. He shrugged. "I can't. Where's Midoriya?"

Katsuki flicked his eyes to the side as Izuku stepped forwards nervously, as if he didn't want to get too close. Kirishima's grin widened.

"Yeah, sorry. I don't have a key or anything. Maybe ask Yaoyorozu?" he suggested, yawning and shutting the door.

The lock clicked shut, leaving Katsuki and Izuku alone in the dark corridor.

Izuku was still silent, but his lips were pursed like he was thinking. After a few seconds, he spoke. "Should...should we wake Yaoyorozu? It is quite late, and I don't exactly know which room is hers. We shouldn't wake up the whole of the girls floor looking for her either..."

Katsuki scoffed. "And then what, nerd? Where do we sleep? What about that?" An image of Izuku and him lying on an unfamiliar bed, curled next to each other with Katsuki's arms wrapped around Izuku's torso, head resting on the freckled boy's shoulder, appeared uninvited in Katsuki's head and he beat it away angrily with a big mental stick.

A dark blush dusted over Izuku's cheeks, although Katsuki couldn't see it in the dim light. "O-Oh, uh...I didn't think of that, Kacchan," he stuttered, clearly flustered. Katsuki wondered what was going through his mind.

"Besides," Katsuki added gruffly, stalking past Izuku, refusing to let the shackles bonding them affect the way he walked. "I know which room Ponytail's is."

Despite Izuku struggling to keep up with Katsuki's quick pace, he frowned, brows furrowing and mouth downturning in confusion. "You do? But...how? Why?"

Katsuki stopped suddenly and Izuku practically ran into him before backing away as much as he was able, apologising. "I pay attention to things," Katsuki replied vaguely, not saying anything more and implying in his tone that the conversation was over. Izuku seemed to get the message because he went quiet once more. Katsuki pushed the up arrow on the elevator panel and the doors slid open, coincidentally being on their floor. Seeming to have gotten used to the flow of things, Katsuki could have forgotten Izuku was there because he followed him in so smoothly, not even a chink sounding from the metal chain as they entered. Pressing the button for the fourth floor, Katsuki leans against the wall, deliberately putting his hands in a position that would have it awkward for Izuku to stand naturally. In a way, the blond was testing the other boy, seeing how far he could push him before he would snap. An experiment, of sorts.

Izuku didn't react, just kept his arm outstretched and face turned away. His foot was tapping on the floor, the irritating noise bouncing off the walls as the elevator jerked into motion. He had his free hand crossed over his chest, thumb and forefinger rubbing against each other in a way that suggested it was done often, out of habit, but Katsuki couldn't remember ever seeing him do it before.

"Oi, nerd," Katsuki said. While Izuku didn't look at him, he did make a noise of recognition. "Why aren't you talking? You usually have a lot of shit to say."

Although he still wasn't facing him, Izuku stopped tapping his foot against the floor and his fingers stopped rubbing as he paused. "I thought Kacchan didn't want to talk," he answered eventually, voice quiet but not inaudible.

"I never-" Before he could finish, the ding signalling the doors were about to open cut him off. Katsuki didn't bother completing the sentence, instead leading the way out of the lift and heading right, down the corridor to the last door. He thumped on it, hard, feeling Izuku flinch at the sound beside him. "What?" Katsuki snapped, glaring at the boy. "You want these things to stay on?"

Izuku didn't meet his stare but mumbled a hesitant, "No," in reply. Katsuki clicked his tongue and banged on the door again, the sound unnervingly loud in the dead-ness of their dorm building. Katsuki generally slept through the night, so he had never been awake during the witches hour whilst in Heights Alliance. It was...weird.

The door swung open as Yaoyorozu pulled on the knob, stretching an arm out with a tired look on her face. She was wearing next to nothing, Katsuki noticed, but didn't seem at all bothered. When her eyes cracked open and she saw Katsuki, face stormy, she muttered a quiet curse.

"Just to clarify," she said firmly. "I didn't want to do this."

Katsuki could feel the rage boiling but he kept a lid on it. Yaoyorozu was the kind of person not to give in to his anger; in fact, she was more likely to ignore him if he was to start yelling. "Just give me the fucking key," he demanded.

Yaoyorozu's face paled, more so than she already was with her naturally tan-free complexion. Her eyes flickered down the the shackles, looking at the chain, then glancing at Izuku - who was awkwardly gazing anywhere but at the girl dressed in skimpy nightwear - before settling back on Katsuki. "Right," she said slowly. "The key."

It was like in the cartoons, when the character was heating soup over the stove but had forgotten about it and the pot was shaking and the soup was overflowing, except the soup was Katsuki's anger and the pot was his self control. "Where's the fucking key?" he asked, voice rising in pitch and volume.

Yaoyorozu frowned, then grasped the chain linking the two cuffs together, using it to look at the cuffs. Her hand lingered over Katsuki's one, then changed her mind and took ahold of Izuku's instead, turning it over in her palm. Her fingers ran across the cool metal, a pained look on her face. Out of character for her, the dark-haired teen cursed again.

"What?" Izuku asked, surprising both Yaoyorozu and Katsuki, since he had been silent throughout the exchange. Yaoyorozu paused before speaking.

"It was a split second thing. Kirishima just said he wanted some shackles. I didn't think about the mechanics, I just...made them. I didn't make a key or anything." She began to chew on her bottom lip.

"Can you not just make one now?" Izuku questioned. "Surely you remember how you made it. It's unlike you to forget things like that."

"No, it's not that." She sighed, and Katsuki noticed her hand creeping its way onto the door, as if she was getting ready to slam it shut should the need arise. "I...didn't make a keyhole."

Izuku's eyes widened at the same time as Katsuki lunged, but Yaoyorozu was impossibly quick, and the blond only just managed to halt his momentum before he rammed himself face-first into her door. Smoke practically curled from his ears and nose as he spun back to face Izuku, who was standing there with a shocked look on his face.

"I'm gonna blow these fucking things off," Katsuki decided, holding his left hand to the chain and preparing himself to ignite the nitroglycerin. Just as he was about to cause the explosion, Izuku trembling, a note slid between his legs.

Katsuki glances back to see the door shut again, Yaoyorozu saying nothing. He paused, eyeing the slip of paper skeptically, then glared when Izuku picked it up. His eyes darted side to side furtively as he read, and then his face crumpled. "Oh," he said simply.

"What, you fucking nerd?" Katsuki demanded, snatching the note from Izuku's hand and reading it.

I think you need to wait for a specialist of sorts, Yaoyorozu had written, the writing scrawled and messy as though she had done so in a rush. Because I was distracted, I didn't take into account that you would need to take them off. Your explosions won't break them, Bakugo. I doubt any of our Quirks could. Sorry.

There was silence as Katsuki read, reread. "Ka...cchan?" Izuku tried, voice soft. He had bags under his eyes, a clear sign that he was approaching intense tiredness. Weak.

Katsuki ignored him, heading back to the elevator. "I'm getting these fucking things off," he repeated, albeit slightly more uncertainly. The doors opened instantly, and the journey down to the ground floor was even more awkward than before. It was odd; Katsuki couldn't remember ever being awkward around Izuku. Angry, yes. Annoyed, yes. Irritated, yes. Awkward, no.

Maybe it was because Izuku was standing uncomfortably close to him, not even trying to keep his distance. Katsuki could feel Izuku's hand, inches from his own, twitching and causing the chain to rattle slightly. The blond glanced at the boy, only to find that, once again, he wasn't facing him. Katsuki's toes curled in his shoes, the overbearing silence making his body carry out the involuntary action. For some reason that Katsuki couldn't put his finger on, he felt the overwhelming urge to break the silence.

"Any fucking idea how to get these things off?" Katsuki said suddenly, surprising himself in the process.

Izuku seemed startled too, because he whipped his head around to stare at the blond, his eyes wide and mouth opening and closing, no sound coming out. The nerd even had a light pink dusted over his cheeks.

"Well?" Katsuki pressed, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, I...I'm not sure." Katsuki waited, anticipating the onslaught of words that was about to spew from his mouth. "But maybe with enough force from a sharp object, where the point of pressure is centred enough, and an impact from my Quirk, perhaps the chain could break. Your Quirk is too powerful and not controlled enough so it could hurt us, especially since we would be so close. Yaoyorozu didn't say what the metal was, did she? No, she didn't. Maybe a knife combined with one of my punches would be enough to break it."

Katsuki grunted, just as the doors opened, revealing the ground floor corridor. This time Izuku was the first to move, leading the way into the kitchen, a purpose now embedded in his head. It was always fascinating to watch the boy when he had motivation. Katsuki used to find it annoying, irritating, as were all the things Izuku seemed to do, but recently...

Flicking a light switch, Katsuki hissed and squinted as the bright lights turned on, offending his sensitive irises which had grown accustomed to the darkness. He sensed Izuku doing the same.

"Fucking nerd," Katsuki said, eyes narrowed not really in anger but more as a way to minimise the amount of light he was exposing himself to. He turned right into the kitchen, yanking open various drawers before pulling out a large carving knife. He turned back quickly, not really taking into account that Izuku would be so close to him and almost ended up slicing his face in the process. The boy, however, managed to jerk backwards to avoid the blade, eyes wide. "Kacchan! Be careful!" he scolded, putting a hand to his forehead and rubbing circles into it.

"Tch," Katsuki rested his wrist on the counter, pulling Izuku's with him. The teen mirrored his positioning and for a moment they just stayed there, the cool marble surface making Katsuki want to shiver. He didn't, though, instead placing the point of the steel onto the metal, holding the handle between two fingers and glancing back at Izuku. "Well?" Katsuki asked, staring at him expectantly.

Izuku, who had completely zoned out, snapped his head up. "R-Right," he mumbled, holding up his left hand. Katsuki saw his lips move as his skin flowed for a split second, just before the lightning crackled, curling around his forearm.

His fist came down, hard, smashing against the handle full force. There was a crack, a loud one, and the sound of something clattering across the floor. Katsuki wasn't even aware that he had flinched at the impact, shutting his eyes. He opened them and realised he was no longer grasping the knife handle. In fact, the actual blade was lost from sight, the wooden handle lying on the edge of the counter, jagged edges of steel poking out from where the blade had snapped off.

"Oh."

Katsuki glared at Izuku. "It wasn't powerful enough," he accused, gesturing to the shackles, which were perfectly intact. Not even a dent.

Izuku's face crumpled. "Kacchan, I broke the knife."

"Whatever." Katsuki barely managed to hold back a yawn. "How the fuck are we going to break this thing?"

In the bright lighting, Katsuki could see how terrible Izuku looked. It was like those few months before the UA entrance exam, when the teen would come into school exhausted, eyes underlined with heavy bags, lids drooping, barely able to keep his head up in class. Although it was nowhere near as extreme, the drowziness the nerd was presenting revived the memory. Katsuki had forgotten how badly the boy coped when he hadn't had much sleep.

"Maybe we could-" Izuku cut himself off as Katsuki suddenly opened his mouth wide, unable to prevent the yawn from emerging. "Kacchan, are you tired?"

Katsuki but his tongue, trying to hold back from commenting on Izuku's own appearance. "No."

"Are you sure?"

"Do I look sure?"

"Uh..."

Katsuki turned away. "Fine, I'm tired. But I'm not sharing a fucking bed with you, so let's get these shitty things off so we can both get some sleep." He paused, then exhaled, somehow making the noise sound angry despite it being fairly neutral. "I'm gonna fucking murder Kirishima."

A snort sounded from behind Katsuki, so he whirled. "Why are you laughing, shitty nerd?"

Izuku's eyes were screwed shut, a small smile resting on his lips. "Nothing, Kacchan. It's just...you always say that, but you won't kill him." Izuku opened one eye hesitantly. "Why do you say it?"

Katsuki blinked. "What?"

"W-Well," Izuku mumbled, clearly regretting asking the question but not daring to not respond. "You always threaten people, like...'Die!' and 'I'll kill you!'," Izuku waved his free hand in the air in some odd imitation of the blond. "But you never do. I've always wondered about it. It almost doesn't seem angry. More...defensive."

Katsuki said nothing.

"Not that I'm prying!" Izuku exclaimed, hiding his face in the crook of his arm. "I don't want to upset you. Just...forget I said anything." Even though he had his face hidden, Katsuki could see the burning red peeking through from the slivers of skin that were showing. Izuku moved slightly, an involuntary reaction that Katsuki realised was him yawning as well.

"Come on nerd." Katsuki abandoned the broken knife and headed back for the doors that lead to the hall. Izuku peered our from his cover as he was dragged after the blond.

"Where are we going?" he asked quietly, gaining a more steady footing and straightening up to match his pace.

Katsuki pushed at the doors and they swung open, giving him a view of the hallway. He turned to the left and pushed the up button on the wall beside the elevator. "To my room. You're tired."

Despite Katsuki being unable to actually see his face, he knew Izuku was frowning. "But you said-"

Katsuki turned his head to look at Izuku out of the corner of his eye, giving him a half-hearted glare. "Do you really want me to change my mind?"

Izuku shut up, dipping his head, albeit maintaining the confused expression, eyes darting back and forth like he was trying to read something only he could see. Katsuki knew, from years of witnessing him do the same thing, that he was just trying to understand. It was another one of his habits, thankfully one that wasn't half as annoying as the muttering thing.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, so Katsuki walked forwards, not feeling the tug of the handcuffs meaning Izuku was following him.

The ride was short as Katsuki's room was on the second floor, and the silence was comfortable and companionable, oddly enough. It was like the decade of animosity and terrorising had evaporated, just briefly. Izuku shifted beside him, and Katsuki could see he was murmuring something to himself, so quietly that it wasn't audible; only his lips were moving.

The doors opened before Katsuki could ask him was he was saying, so instead he just headed straight for his room, throwing open the door, the conviently-placed door stopper preventing it from slamming loudly into the wall and waking up the whole dorm. Izuku was gazing around in awe. Of course - no one had been in Katsuki's room before.

"So clean, and tidy!" he commented approvingly, eyes sparkling, the interest piercing through the tiredness. While Katsuki hadn't done much to change it, he had added his own duvet cover and pillow, along with a mirror and slatted blinds. Everything else was the same, pretty much.

"Tch," Katsuki muttered. "Whatever."

Izuku yawned again, stretching both arms up, pulling Katsuki's with him. "How..." he mumbled. "How do we do this?"

Katsuki glanced at the bed, then back at Izuku, who's eyes were half lidded with exhaustion. In fact, itlooked like he was about to-

Katsuki's arm shot out to catch Izuku as his legs gave out and his eyes closed, his body giving in to unconsciousness, head lolling back and his body limp.

"Fucking typical," Katsuki groaned, pulling him over to the bed and unceremoniously dropping him onto it. He then spent the next few minutes trying to figure out how to lie down without breaking both of their arms. Eventually, and with great embarrassment and regret, he slid his cuffed arm underneath Izuku's chest so that the scarred one was resting atop of his hand, and then lay on the bed so that his chest was against Izuku's back, neck tilted awkwardly to avoid his face being buried in the boy's hair. Even though he wasn't actively trying to, Katsuki could smell the fruity shampoo. He tried not to think about the fact that he was basically spooning the smaller teen.

The heavy blanket of drowsiness settled over him and Katsuki stopped focussing on the fact that this was possibly the worst moment of his life and happy succumbed to the call of sleep.