A/n:
Comfort sex in the next chapter so-
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He had rushed to Izuku's place quicker than he would ever admit, trying to escape the burning feeling of being watched from afar.

Inko wasn't home, instead, she had gone out to a business trip abroad to the United States to discuss a franchise of her brand- as Katsuki had learned from Izuku. Deku was thankfully there to open the door for him, any greeting dying down his throat at the sense of his Kacchan's distress and uncharacteristically fidgety nature.

He had been excessively running his fingers through his spiky hair, flinching whenever he brushed against his nape by accident. When Izuku shut the door quietly behind him, only then did the feeling of being watched die down- but a tingly sensation still manifests all over his body whenever he thinks about eyes glued to him.

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"-we're better safe than sorry, Kacchan," Deku murmured, his hand slipping perfectly into Katsuki's, the warmth feeling reassuring and had Bakugou clasping on for more. Izuku sat across of him in the dinner table, cups of Jasmine tea in hand as Katsuki practically gutted and spilled himself in front of Izuku- the disturbing feeling slightly alleviating when he finished ranting about the feeling of being watched.

"You still have Tsukauchi's number, correct? Give him a call. We're going to the station tomorrow morning." Izuku's voice was firm, no room left for Bakugou to argue against him. "Fine," Katsuki Bit out on his last strand of energy, slumping back into the cushioned chair- the kitchen light's glare  slightly blinding him. Exhaustion washed over him like waves- but the presence of Izuku made him feeling needy for more warmth.

He wanted reassurance.

"Deku.." Katsuki's eyes were so tired that it made Izuku frown. He has been through many rough situations brought by fame- both good and bad consequences. Being stalked wasn't one  of them, since he usually waits until it blows over like the wind. And they usually do, to some extent.

But seeing Katsuki like this- so paranoid and jumpy- made his skin crawl.

It really took something special to freak the Bakugou Katsuki out- especially since he looked so defeated.

"Could we..?" Izuku's hands intertwined easily with the other's. Katsuki's voice was hoarse from the lack of water, a small whisper that Izuku wouldn't have caught if he hadn't been listening intently. "It's okay, Kacchan. What is it?" Izuku was patient. He always was, and right now wasn't any different.

He rubbed comforting circles on the back of his boyfriend's palm, hoping to sooth him and maybe coax whatever he was saying out his mouth.

Bakugou seemed to lighten up, red eyes gaining a slight bit more of brightness.

"Could we h-have.." Bakugou stuttered, his hand giving a nervous twitch. "Sex..?" Izuku blanched- choking on his own tongue at the suggestion.
"K.. Kacchan. Why so sudden? I-" "Fucking hell, Deku. Just.. Please."

Izuku regarded Katsuki with a concerned, deadpanned expression. Bakugou had been strangely clingy when he got through the door, always wanting to be in contact with him the moment he stepped foot inside.

"Kacchan.." Izuku murmured carefully, dancing around his words as if he were stepping on eggshells. "Were.. You drugged?"

Katsuki immediately smacked his hand, making Izuku recoil. "Ow-! Kacchan!" He whined, rubbing the red patch on the back of his palm- it turning a bit splotchy at the surprising amount of force Katsuki hit him with. Bakugou looked somewhat offended, his nose scrunching up at the suggestion and his glare deepening at the suggestion of being drugged.

"Shut the fuck up!- it's just..!"

Katsuki's voice died down his throat into a whisper. "I just want reassurance. You're still here, right? Whatever fucking happens?"

Izuku paused his action of trying to sooth the prickly sensation on the now forming bruise on his hand.

He has heard snippets of news stories about Bakugou- how some creeps went to extraordinary lengths to.. Keep him in check. He doesn't know the full story but whatever Katsuki had encountered before had thoroughly freaked him out, old scars beginning to reopen- thus the cause of his constant paranoia.

(Katsuki remembers how a woman with blonde buns in her hair and feline eyes giggled as she cut a clean wound just below his waist- a manic form of happiness bubbling in her laugh at the panic attack bursting in his chest. After all, she found them cute when they squirmed.)

".. We'll do it later, okay?" Izuku's voice was gentle- a far contrast against the flashbacks of the memories drowning him in his own head filled with a deep, dark ocean. "Let's take a nap first. You look tired."

Izuku attempted to lighten up the mood, before receiving an annoyed scowl from the latter. Ah well, at least it was working.