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Helping Others

Katsuki looked up from the textbook he was studying. Izuku walked in almost three hours after leaving. He looked exhausted, but he gave Katsuki a smile. Katsuki was on his feet and at his side before he even realized he was moving.

"You okay?" he demanded.

"I'm fine." Izuku hugged him. "I really liked her. She wants to meet once a week. I'll probably need to take it easy after our sessions, so she thinks Saturday after school might be best."

"I'll drive you home," Aizawa offered.

"Thanks, sensei," Izuku said with a tired smile. He hadn't let go of Katsuki.

Frowning, Katsuki didn't even try to get free. All his shit could stay here overnight. He kept his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders and held him close to his side as they made their way through the school. The sun had set an hour ago, so there was no one there to see, and even if there were, Katsuki didn't give a damn.

Izuku was unusually quiet as they made their way to the parking lot. Katsuki opened the door to Aizawa's car and Izuku slid in. Katsuki slid in after and shut the door. Izuku immediately put his head on Katsuki's shoulder. Heart twisting, Katsuki gently sank his hand into Izuku's curls to hold his head steady.

"Ivy said I'm compartmentalizing," Izuku finally spoke. "It's an important skill for heroes, but I might be doing it too well, and I don't deal with the stuff I put aside. It's probably why I have such a hard time sleeping. All that stuff's still working away at the back of my mind, and it only grows more sour the longer I force it away. She said the panic attacks and stuff were actually good signs. Signs that I was letting what was effecting me bleed through. It's one way of dealing with it, you know? But there are less stressful ways, and she's going to help me with that."

Katsuki's hand tightened as he felt tears wet his shoulder.

Izuku's voice hitched on quiet sobs as he continued. "I know she's right. I can't just not deal with things. You'd never do that, but it's like there are doors in my head, and I'm scared of what's behind them. What if I can't shut them again once we go opening them? What if I can't handle it?"

Katsuki shifted, turning so he could face Izu. He held the boy's face in his hands. His freckled cheeks were warm and wet, his eyes so fucking frightened. "You're not alone, remember?" he demanded, fierce and strong the way Izuku needed him to be. "I got you, I promise. I'm not going to let you fall. We can handle it together. "

Sobbing, Izuku flung his arms around Katsuki's neck.

Katsuki held him close, his veins burning with the need to protect the boy in his arms. He caught Aizawa's eyes in the rearview mirror watching them and he bared his teeth in warning. Aizawa actually nodded, his own eyes hard. They weren't going to let this beat Izuku.

Inko was beside herself when they walked in. She immediately wrapped Izuku into a hug. Izuku melted into her embrace and she cooed over him and told him how proud she was. Izuku didn't feel up to eating. Inko shooed him to bed, but when Katsuki made to follow, she caught his arm.

"Nothing more than kissing," she said firmly.

It took everything he had not to yank his arm away and snarl in her face. With superhuman self-control, he pulled his arm away with a tight glare and stomped off after Izuku. The hell did she think? He was going to force himself on Izuku? Or, what, did she think he was going to shove Izuku away if he needed comfort? Either way, she was out of her fucking mind. She didn't get to decide what they needed from each other.

"Kacchan?"

Tired green eyes lined in circles looked up at him worriedly. Izuku was sitting on the edge of his bed. He hadn't had the energy to undress. Katsuki forced his expressions smooth and offered his hand. "Come on. Let's get this off."

Izuku stood and let Katsuki strip him. Katsuki hung the uniform up while Izuku pulled on baggy boxers and a t-shirt. They took turns in the bathroom and Katsuki borrowed some loose cotton pants to sleep in. Teeth freshly brushed, they crawled under the covers, the air conditioner humming quietly.

"Do you think I'm a coward?" Izuku asked into the dark. His head rested on Katsuki's chest.

Katsuki pet his hair. "No, I don't."

"Then why am I still so scared of this?" Izuku's voice was tense. "I know it needs to be done. That I can't keep everything bottled up or I'm going to fall apart for real. I know you're there and Ivy. So why?"

"You're tired, Izuku," Katsuki reassured him. "Sleep deprivation can really mess with you. You'll feel more confident tomorrow."

"I am tired," Izuku confessed. Fresh tears dripped onto Katsuki's skin.

"I know. Hush. I've got you," Katsuki soothed.

Izuku cried for a while, but eventually his breathing evened out and he finally let himself fall asleep. It had been nine days since the full moon and Izuku hadn't slept for more than a couple hours a night since then. On top of fighting for their lives in Hosu, \ training with Gran Torino, and then being so energetic and upbeat at school, Izuku was running on fumes.

Katsuki stayed up as long as he could, stroking Izuku's hair and soothing him when he began to dream. It was almost three in the morning when he finally passed out. He woke up to Izuku gently running his fingertip down his forehead and bridge of his nose.

"Morning." Izuku was propped up on his elbow looking down at Katsuki with a peaceful smile.

"Morning." Katsuki smiled back and rolled so that Izuku was under him, his green hair splayed out on the pillow around his head. He leaned down for a kiss. "How long have you been up?"

"Not long. Fifteen minutes," Izuku answered, winding his arms around Katsuki's shoulders.

Katsuki glanced at the clock. It was a quarter after five. Izuku had let him sleep and extra fifteen minutes. More importantly, that meant Izuku had gotten nine solid hours of sleep without a single nightmare. Katsuki didn't know if it had been the exhaustion forcing Izuku to finally sleep or meeting Ivy.

"You're thinking too much." Izuku slid his hand up into Katsuki's hair and gently scratched at his scalp.

"What're you going to do about it?" Katsuki purred, pressing his body down against Izuku's.

Izuku kissed him.

Katsuki's eyes widened and then fluttered shut, melting into the warmth of Izuku's kiss. He didn't resist as Izuku rolled them or when Izuku's thigh slipped between his knees. Katsuki felt every thought drain from his head as Izuku slowly thrust down against him. The kiss never ended, Izuku's mouth claiming his with a gentle insistence that Katsuki felt down to his soul.

They hardly made any noise at all as Izuku moved slowly on top of him. Izu's reached down to tug their their pants out of the way. Katsuki broke the seal of their lips with a gasp as Izuku caressed his length, his hand slick and warm.

Skin on skin, Izuku rolled his hips in a steady rhythm that made Katsuki's back arch. With his forearm braced against the bed beside Katsuki's head, Izu's green eyes stared into his eyes from only a few inches away. The love in his expression was so pure, so powerful, Katsuki suddenly felt tears fill his eyes.

Feeling exposed, he turned away, but Izuku used his free hand to gently pull his face back around. His fingers were warm and slick against Katsuki's cheek and jaw, and Katsuki felt an erotic shiver knowing those fingers had just been touching them both so intimately.

"Don't look away, Kacchan," Izuku whispered sweetly, his hips never breaking their slow rhythm. "Wanna see you… So beautiful…" he breathed in awe. "Love you so much, Kacchan."

Katsuki's breath hitched on a sob. He clung almost painfully tight to Izuku's shoulders. He refused to look away, opening himself to Izuku's unblinking gaze and letting him see the tears that spilled down his flushed cheeks.

"I've got you, Kacchan," Izuku promised, kissing him tenderly.

As Izuku's body worked against his own, Katsuki actually sobbed. He pulled Izuku against him and buried his face against Izuku's strong shoulder as he came between them. It felt like it went on forever. Wave after after wave crashed over him, making him gasp and moan. Tilting his chin up, he instinctively exposed his throat and felt Izuku suck softly at his pulse.

Katsuki's hand slid up to the back of Izuku's neck, cradling it, holding Izuku's lips in place. Deliriously, he wanted Izuku to suck harder, to bite him and drink in his life's blood. He wanted to nourish Izuku's body, wanted to fill him and become one with him. Instead, Izuku pulled away and kissed him deeply, spilling his own pleasure between their bodies.

Slowly, slowly, the waves of pleasure receded. Katsuki's tears dried and his heart calmed. He smiled sleepily, body limp against the sweat-damp sheets as Izuku pressed soft kisses along his jaw to his ear where he sucked gently at his earlobe.

"What was that?" Katsuki asked, voice a husky rasp.

"Just love you," Izuku answered sweetly. He pressed up on his forearm again and traced his sticky fingers along Katsuki's bottom lip. "Love you so much."

"I love you, too, Izuku," he confessed and pulled him down for another slow, deep kiss.

A knock on the door made Katsuki's heart leap in his chest. "Izuku? Katsuki-kun?" The doorknob turned.

"We're almost dressed!" Izuku called, eyes wide. Katsuki turned his face into the pillow to hide a laugh. "Be out in a minute!"

"I'm heading to work. Breakfast is on the table," Inko answered from the other side. "You better hurry or you'll be late to school!"

Cheeks a bright red, Izuku poked Katsuki in the side with a cute glare. "Okay, mom! Love you!"

"Love you, honey!"

Katsuki retaliated by tickling Izuku. The teen collapsed in a fit of smothered giggles. Katsuki felt his heart clench, overwhelmed with love for this boy. "Come on, nerd. We've got to get cleaned up." He looked at the clock. "It's six thirty."

Izuku gasped and practically flew from the bed. "We're going to be late!"

Katsuki threw his head back and laughed.

Even though they had dressed as quickly as they could, eaten on the train, and ran to school from the station, they still were seven minutes late to homeroom. Izuku blushed bright red as everyone applauded when they entered. Katsuki simply gave them all a sneer and dropped into his chair.

"Sorry I'm late." Izuku bowed deeply. Straightening, he took position at the podium. "Has any of the study groups I've created met so far?"

Not many had managed to arrange time to meet, but Izuku encouraged them to take it seriously. The practice test was only three weeks away now and their final four weeks after that. There were some nods and some grumbles about this, and Izuku made a mental note to speak to those who needed a little extra push.

As the bell rang to signal the end of homeroom, Izuku noticed Uraraka put her head down. He scanned his memory and realized she'd been a bit flushed in the face while he'd been trying to motivate the class. Worried, he made his way to her desk.

"Uraraka? Are you ill?"

She picked up her head and gave him a smile and the victory sign. "Just a little tired," she denied, but her eyes were glassy and her cheeks were definitely red. I mean, they were always a little pink, but not this dark. Izuku felt her forehead.

"You have a fever," he told her gently. "Come on. I'll help you to the clinic."

"No. I'll be fine!" she insisted and sat up as if to prove she could. "I can't afford to miss class right now."

"I take really good notes, you know that." Izuku wasn't taking no for an answer. "I'll make copies of them in the teacher's lounge for you."

Iida who was hovering nearby added, "It would be more practical to go now for a few hours than be bedridden for a day or two later."

"Oh, fine." Reluctantly, she let Izuku help her up.

"Do you know what caused your fever?" Izuku asked as he let her lean on him.

"Not getting enough sleep, I guess," she admitted.

"Why?" When she didn't answer, Izuku frowned. "Uraraka, you're the one who made me promise to tell you guys if I have something going on. How can I do that if you won't do the same for me?" He gave her his best begging look. "You trust me, don't you?"

Uraraka's cheeks reddened further and she huffed. "I just didn't want anyone to worry." She looked away, clearly embarrassed by what she had to say. "You know how I told you how my parents were struggling with their business? Well, they officially had to close it all down. They're not getting any income at all right now, so they had to stop sending payments for my apartment. I had to get a job at a convince store to cover the rent. I work the third shift after school and don't get home until late. That plus studying and I've had to cut back on sleep a little." She lifted her head and tried to look cheerful. "It's not a big deal, really. I mean, lots of people have to work while they go to school. I'll be fine! I just have to get used to the new schedule!"

"You're really strong, Uraraka," Izuku said, deeply impressed.

She blushed and hit his arm. "Stop. Don't make it a big thing, okay?"

Izuku promised her he wouldn't, but he didn't promise that he wouldn't try to help.

Uraraka didn't return to class all during their morning classes, and Izuku felt more determined than ever to do something to help her.

"Yaoyorozu," he called with a friendly smile. "Can I talk to you for a minute? I wanted your opinion on a study regimen I was thinking of implementing next week."

As predicted, the rest of the class was uninterested in such a boring topic and went on without them.

"What were you thinking of?" she asked, interested. Of everyone in class, she loved studying the most, which explained when she did so well. She was constantly competing with Kacchan on every test. It pissed Kacchan off to no end that about half the time she beat him.

"Sorry for the misdirection," Izuku apologized. "I actually have something else I wanted to talk about."

She lifted an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"As class president and vice president, it's important that we make sure everyone in class is successful, am I right?" Izuku began. He didn't know Yaoyorozu as well as some of the other kids in class, and he wanted to feel her out.

"Yes," she agreed without hesitation.

"Well, I don't mean to betray Uraraka's confidence, but she needs some help."

Yaoyorozu looked genuinely concerned. "With what? Does this have to do with her fever?"

Izuku nodded. "She has a fever because she's been working every night to pay her rent. I'm worried how this will affect her health as well as her grades. I was hoping you'd have some ideas for how we can help support her."

Yaoyorozu looked horrified. "I would suggest paying her rent for her with my allowance, but Uraraka has a lot of pride. I don't think she'd find that solution acceptable."

"No. She'd be really hurt and angry if we tried anything that direct," Izuku agreed with a frown. "Not to mention in a few months, the second half of the school tuition will be due. She might be working so hard to save up for that as well."

"The school might offer scholarships," Yaoyorozu suggested hopefully.

"That's a good start," Izuku smiled at her. "You look into that. I'll try and find out if anyone is looking for a roommate. If she's sharing, it should help lower her rent."

Yaoyorozu nodded, her expression set and determined.

Katsuki shut his notebook with an annoyed sigh. They'd had another law and procedure class instead of basic training for their afternoon Heroics class. It was a lot of information and he noticed even Izuku looked overwhelmed. Suddenly, Aizawa appeared in the class doorway, knocking his fist against it to get attention.

"Midoriya. Come with me."

Izuku's eyes immediately locked on him. Katsuki shoved his things in his bag and got up, determined to go with him. Izuku gave him a smile and said goodbye to Cheeks and Glasses. He also shared a special nod with Ponytail girl. Izu had probably pulled her in on whatever was going down with Cheeks.

"Is everything okay?" Izuku asked nervously.

Aizawa nodded. "All Might's waiting in his office."

Katsuki frowned. It had to be about Izuku's quirk if Aizawa wouldn't mention the topic in the hallways. He gave Izuku a look and understanding dawned in his expression.

All Might wasn't in his hero form. He stood gangly and thin by the window. With him was Nighteye. Katsuki glared, but the man didn't even care. His golden eyes were locked on Izuku from the minute he walked in.

"Good afternoon, young Midoriya!" All Might greeted Izuku with a grin. He was clearly happy about something. "Have a seat. Mirai has something to show you."

Katsuki followed Izuku to the couch and perched protectively on the arm. He decidedly did not like Nighteye. He didn't like his cold attitude or his focus on Izuku's quirks. He wanted him to have nothing to do with Izuku, but All Might clearly disagreed.

All Might sat next to Izuku and opened a laptop that had been sitting on the coffee table. A window was already open with a video of a woman sitting in a police interrogation room. Katsuki couldn't see much of the detective sitting across from her, but his distinct square jawline gave him away. It was Tsukauchi. All Might pushed play.

"Have you ever seen this man before?" Tsukauchi's voice came over the small speakers. He showed her a photo.

"No," the woman answered. She had long, dark hair and big eyes. Her nose and mouth were tiny. She looked young, in her twenties, and seemed a little ditsy. "I was heading home from work and I heard something behind me. A clank sound. It scared me, so I started running. This guy came out of nowhere." She started crying and Tsukauchi handed her a box of tissues.

"I know this is difficult. I appreciate you coming in to give your statement."

She nodded and dabbed at her eyes.

"Can you tell me what happened after you started running?"

"I fell," she said hoarsely. "I thought for sure he was going to kill me, but then, I don't know, I just knew I had to fight back. It's all a blur really, but I remember kicking him and then grabbing his arm. I knocked him down." She shuddered, cowering in fear. "That's when I grabbed the crowbar…" She looked horrified at this. "He was on the ground… I'd never hit anyone in my life!"

"You were protecting yourself, Ms. Ishikawa," Tsukauchi said gently. "You do understand that, don't you? This man was going to hurt you, possibly even kill you."

She nodded, sobbing into her tissue. "Is he… dead?"

Tsukauchi patted her hand. "He's in the hospital for intensive care, but they think he'll recover."

The girl nodded again and All Might reached forward to stop the tape. He gave Izuku a large smile. "You did it, my boy. You saved her."

Izuku had tears in his eyes, but Katsuki was relieved to see they were happy ones. "I'm so glad," he said in relief.

"I was worried you'd be upset by her distress over attacking the man," All Might confessed.

Izuku shook his head, his eyes dark with knowledge he shouldn't have. "I've experienced being murdered. Trust me. It's a lot worse than being upset she hit a guy. At least this way she has time to recover."

"Well said," All Might said approvingly and clapped Izuku on the shoulder.

"I also found the rapist and rescued the two women he was holding captive. They should recover in time." Nighteye strode over and dropped a folder onto the coffee table. Izuku eagerly picked it up. "We also warned the president you saw assassinated. What he does with that warning is up to him. We're monitoring the pedophile. Unfortunately, we don't have enough evidence against him, but we'll catch him before he hurts another child and put him away for life. I also connected social services and they're now monitoring things with the abusive man. The apartment with he home break-in has a police officer surveying the house at all times."

Izuku flipped through the reports and pictures with wide eyes. "Thank you," he said softly. "I never imagined you'd be able to do so much with how little I gave you, and so fast!"

"You gave me plenty," Nighteye dismissed. He never once looked away from Izuku's face. "Do you understand what this means?"

Izuku blinked, confused.

"It means he can fucking save people," Katsuki said sharply. Finally, Nighteye's attention turned to him. Katsuki met his eyes, his own promising violence should he hurt Izuku.

"I told you I could," Izuku said almost gently.

Katsuki clenched his hands into fists. He had no idea what Izuku saw in this man that deserved compassion.

Nighteye turned his attention back to Izuku. "It's more than just changing the future," he said intensely. "You not only see the future and then can alter it from the present. You managed to possess someone in the future and control their actions. She didn't even know she'd been possessed. Do you understand the implications of this?"

"Mirai," All Might said warningly, frowning.

"I could create a site of crucial information," Nighteye went on, completely ignoring the hero. "While you're in the future, you could use a smartphone and go to the site. The information you could bring back to us, the events you could prevent…" His voice dropped to an intense whisper. "You could change the future of humanity, guiding the entire world to a better future."

Izuku sat pale-faced as he stared up at the madman.

"No," Katsuki growled, rage boiling over. "Just because a fucking quirk can do something, doesn't mean it should. I mean, I could go out there and start executing criminals that the law hasn't managed to stop. I could be like Stain and wash the world clean using my blood-soaked hands." Voice rising, Katsuki stood and stared down the fucker who wanted to put the fucking fate of the world on Izuku's shoulders alone. "Izuku isn't responsible for the fucking world. The world is responsible for itself."

Nighteye gave Katsuki the coldest look he'd ever received. Like he was some bug under the man's microscope. Nighteye reached forward. Katsuki thrust his chin out, refusing to move, but Izuku suddenly jumped in front of him and pushed Katsuki back. Aizawa braced him as he staggered, his scarf writhing and his eyes red as he stared at Nighteye dangerously.

"What do you think you're doing?" Izuku demanded of Nighteye, furious. "Why would you use your quirk on him?"

"Mirai…" All Might was on his feet. He looked wounded. "You know the cost of this quirk. You can't possibly think it just to make him responsible for even more."

"His quirk is meant to help the most desperate," Aizawa said firmly. "That is all."

Nighteye looked at them arrayed before him and pushed his glasses up his nose. Without a word, he picked up the laptop and turned to the door. Katsuki expected him to slam it, but he shut it softly behind him. Aizawa's scarf went slack.

"What a fucking asshole," Katsuki spat, hands fisted to hide the small pops of his quirk going off.

All Might sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "He's just overwhelmed. Izuku's quirk is unlike anything the world has ever seen."

Katsuki scowled and slapped Izuku on the back of the head hard enough for the nerd to feel it. Izuku faced him with a wounded expression, holding the back of his head.

"Don't even think about it," Katsuki growled. "You're more than just a glorified future tv. You have shit to do in the present."

Aizawa nodded. "Overly focusing on one aspect of a quirk usually means under developing other useful aspects."

Izuku held up his hands. "I'm not going to obsess about the full moon or act like it's the only thing I'm good for," he protested. "But if I have the opportunity, like with the boy who was about to commit suicide, I had a chance to use his phone. If something like that happens, it might not be a terrible idea."

"Who gets to decide which stories get posted to this website?" Katsuki demanded. "What if someone hacks in and tracks down the people using it? You could put those people in danger. What if Nighteye tries to convince you to just let the people you see in your visions die? Convinces you that he'll save them before it happens? That it's more important to get him information? What will you do?"

Izuku just stared at him, eyes wide.

Katsuki's fury continued to rise in a flood that refused to be reigned in. Dozens of scenarios flashed through his mind and they all felt evil. Why couldn't Izuku see it? "That asshole said he wants to guide humanity. No single human, no matter their fucking intelligence or good intentions, has the right to control the direction of the whole goddamn world! We have free will for a fucking reason. As much as I hate the way most shit heads use their free will, I still fucking know better than to try and take it away! To manipulate the entire system! People won't fucking allow it! The world won't! It'll end in fucking disaster!"

"Okay!" Izuku put his hands up. "Okay, Kacchan. I hear you." He moved forward as if to hug him, but Katsuki took a step back. He was too jacked up right now. Izuku dropped his hands, respecting his need for space, but he held his eyes with a serious look. "You're right. We shouldn't try manipulating my visions. We still don't understand the longterm effects of them or if my visions are going to continue changing. It's too risky."

Katsuki felt his shoulders relax and his hands uncurl. His heart rate slowed. He gave a nod and flashed his eyes over to All Might. "Just so we're all clear, I fucking hate that guy. He has his own fucking agenda, and it was never Izuku's wellbeing. Let's not forget he was raised at that fucking Institute place. Who knows where his loyalty lies? I think he should have as little contact with Izuku as possible."

All Might looked distressed at this, but Katsuki didn't give a rat's ass.

"I'm going to go work out in the gym," he said in disgust and slammed the door behind him.

Chapter end.

A/n: The chapter was short, but I figure fast updates balance that out. Unless you guys would prefer longer ones more spaced out? It's actually a good question. Let me know!