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Chapter 13

Bakugo's POV

Tch stupid nerd fell asleep already. I guess he was really exhausted.

I sigh and look down at the green haired boy in my arms. I love his freckles. He's so.. precious.

Okay what the fuck brain?! Fuck off.

I carefully open the bedroom door and step in. I walk over to he bed and set Izuku down. His wavy green hair falls onto his face a bit.

I take my hand and tuck a few green locks behind his ear. God dammit Katsuki what the fuck are you doing?

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and get pulled out of my thoughts. I take the phone out and see a notification from..

Shitty hair.

I walk out of the bedroom and close the door behind me. I go to open the notification while plopping down onto the couch.

-shitty hair-

🪨: Hey bakubro! What's up man you haven't been on the group chat for a while.

💥: Tch why does it matter to you?

🪨: I'm just curious! Usually you text us a least a little.

💥: Well it's nothing. Just been sorta busy.

🪨: Cmon dude tell me the details!

💥: Fine. I met this dude mk? Nothing special.

🪨: Oh? 😏

💥: FUCK OFF I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!

🪨: Well if you don't want me to think stuff like that tell me more!

💥: Oh my god shitty hair you are so annoying. Anyway if you're so persistent fine. I'm helping this boy I met and I'm letting him stay at my house. He didn't have anywhere else to go alright?

🪨: Awww look at that! Bakubro helping people!

💥: SHUT IT! I WASNT GONNA LEAVE HIM ON THE EDGE OF THE BRIDGE I'D BE AN ASSHOLE!

🪨: Lmao sure bakubro. But why was he on a bridge?

💥: No reason. Fuck off hair for brains.

🪨: Damn ok! Well I gotta run, Mina just got her coffee and we're gonna keep walking around the mall.

💥: Bye then shitty hair.

I exit out of the messages app and just scroll through social media for a little.

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Izuku's POV

I bolt upright and wake up in a cold sweat.

Another nightmare.

I've been having nightmares for a long time now. Usually they're about Monoma or the others at the orphanage and I can handle those, but when I have dreams about dad.. those are the worst.

The nightmares never let me forget the things he did. Him hurting mom, his violence and abuse towards me. It's like my brain just wants me to be miserable and make me remember.

My breathing quickens and my view gets blurry from the tears that appeared in my eyes. My body is starting to shake and I feel panic and anxiety wash over me.

My hyperventilating worsens and I feel like the world is spinning, horrible thoughts cloud my mind.

It's your fault he did that stuff.