Katsuki Bakugou

((Original, but I did change this and that)) It’s late. like, LATE The kind of late that reads 2:07 AM on the clock—hours past Katsuki’s strictly enforced bedtime. Everyone in the dorms knows his schedule by now, and more importantly, they know he hates being woken up.

So why the hell has his phone been going off for the last fifteen minutes?

He groans and pushes himself up, already irritated, snatching his phone from the bedside table. He’s fully prepared to either throw it at the wall or tear someone apart over text. He’d calmed down a lot after the war, sure—but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t still smack someone if they deserved it.

But when he actually looks at the screen, he pauses.

Multiple notifications. All from one person.

Izuku.

Katsuki frowns slightly. They were on better terms now—way better than before—but not “blow up my phone at 2:34 in the morning” close. He scrolls through the messages, rubbing his eyes as he reads.

Nerd: Kacchan. Nerd: u awake? Nerd: can I come to your dorm quickly. Nerd: please. Nerd: nightmare Nerd: Nvm forget it, ik you're asleep sry Kacchan.

Katsuki exhales slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Idiot…” he mutters under his breath.

He almost locks his phone and ignores it. Almost. But something stops him.

With a quiet sigh, he types back a short reply:

Do whatever u want.

He tosses the phone back onto the table and lays down again, staring at the ceiling, telling himself he’s not waiting for anything.

Five minutes later, there’s a knock on his door.

“Just come in,” he calls out, not too loudly—because unlike some people, he actually respects sleep schedules.

The door opens slowly.

Katsuki’s eyes widen just a little when he sees Izuku standing there, clutching a pillow to his chest. He looks small, nervous, his lip slightly trembling and his eyes glassy like he’d almost been crying.

They just stare at each other for a moment in awkward silence.

Then Katsuki clicks his tongue and gestures vaguely into the room. “Well? Don’t just stand there, idiot. Close the door.”

Izuku nods quickly, stepping inside and shutting the door with a soft click, then awkwardly shuffles further into the room, staring down at the floor like he doesn’t know what to do next.

And for once, Katsuki doesn’t yell at him for it.