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Izuku couldn't sleep that night. His mind kept spinning from all that happened in one day. He went from living alone to living with his teacher. Who would be able to sleep after that?

I'm definitely not going to be able to.

He let out an irritated huff. He had been tossing and turning for the past three hours trying to fall asleep. But his mind just wouldn't shut up. He kept thinking of different scenarios that came with the dangers of living with Aizawa. He could kill him much like how he killed his mother. Despite the man's reinsurance that he would be fine since he could erase his quirk, Izuku still didn't feel safe. Although it wasn't his own safety he was concerned about, it was Aizawa's. He grabbed Mr. Gooey and held the blob above his face.

"What am I going to do Gooey? I can't get out of this and honestly, that makes me scared. I'm terrified I'll hurt him. What happens if I do Gooey? I don't think they will be so forgiving if I kill two people. Especially since one of them would be a pro-hero." Izuku waited for Mr. Gooey's silent reply. He nodded at the small blob.

"I guess you're right. I'll just have to wait it out and hope for the best." He sighed tiredly. He stuck the blob back to his chest. He didn't let Mr. Gooey roam around at night anymore, not since his panic attack a few days ago. It was proven that he needed the blob with him at all times. That fact annoyed Izuku, he thought he was better than that, but it wouldn't be the first time he was proven wrong.

It was four in the morning when he finally felt himself start to drift off into sleep. He could feel sleep's embrace slowly taking him away but was startled out of the nice feeling due to a loud noise coming from his window. He felt his relaxed body's muscles tense in seconds. He felt like he had been electrocuted, his heart started to beat rapidly.

Izuku slowly craned his neck towards the window that resided beside his bed. He let out a shaky breath that he had been holding in and waited. Silence. Just as he was starting to relax again he heard another noise.

Tap tap tap.

It sounding like someone was lightly knocking on his window, or tapping it with their finger. Izuku slowly pulled himself up into a sitting position and turned his body towards the window. The curtains were drawn closed and it was so dark outside he couldn't make out any silhouettes through the curtains that could give him a clue to what was at his window.

Tap tap tap.

The noise rang out again. His heartbeat started to pulse loudly in his ears. He swallowed harshly and let out a panicked breath.

What was at his window?

Izuku hadn't spent a night here before so how could he tell if this wasn't a common occurrence? What if there was a tree that knocked on the window? How could he know it was nothing to be scared of? He wasn't about to wake up Aizawa over such a silly thing. It was just a window it was nothing to be scared of. Images of the icy blue-faced horror played through his mind.

But what if it isn't just a tree?

He told his thoughts to shut up. He was being silly, it wasn't the horror. He hasn't seen it for six years, and he was positive he wouldn't see it ever again. He forced himself to lie back down and pulled the covers over his head. He shut his eyes and attempted to fall asleep.

Tap tap tap.

He pulled the covers tighter around his body trying to muffle out the taps.

It's just a tree, it's just a tree, it's just a tree.

Tap tap tap.

The taps were starting to become more frequent and louder. Izuku took in a shallow breath. Maybe it wasn't a tree? He unwrapped himself from his blanket and stood up. He brought himself right in front of the window and quietly waited.

TAP TAP TAP.

Izuku let out a startled gasp, fear instantly clutched his heart. That was not a tree. Tears sprung to his eyes as he stared at the curtains. He felt paralyzed.

"Mr. Aizawa?!" He called out. He waited patiently for the man to come. He didn't. More tears started to fall down his face, he was getting a horribly familiar feeling from this situation.

Where is he? Where is he? Where is he? Where, where, where, where?

BAM BAM BAM.

The sound escalated to wall-shaking smacks. Izuku let out a terrified scream that turned into a sob.

"MR. AIZAWA!" He screamed out. Still, Aizawa did not appear. Izuku was openly sobbing now. He felt his arms raise up, his hands gripped the curtains ready to pull them open.

Stop. What are you doing? Don't open those!

More sobs erupted from his throat, he slowly started to pull the curtains open.

NONONONONONONONO! STOP! STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

His slow start quickly morphed into him speedily ripping open the curtains. What was revealed was nothing but the night sky. Izuku felt his body delate with relief, there was nothing there he was freaking out over nothing. He let out a loud and long sigh of relief and turned around. He was about to go back to bed when he paused and glanced back out towards the window. There was no tree.

Then what was making the noise?

He stiffly brought his face right up to the window and squinted, trying to make out what was in the dark. He couldn't see. He quietly slid open the window and stuck his head out and glanced around the building's exterior. It was then that Izuku got a very bad feeling. His muscles tensed so hard it felt like they were going to tear, he felt sweat start to drip down his forehead. His heart went from fear-filled rapid pulsing to a panicked crescendo. He felt like he was being watched. He slowly craned his neck upwards to above the window.

He screamed.

He screamed loud and hard. He rapidly brought his head back inside the building and slammed the window shut. The curtains fluttered back over the window, successfully blocking Izuku's view. He heard morbid screeching laughter coming from the other side.

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM.

"MR. AIZAWA HELP!" He screamed out. Izuku bolted out into the hallway and ran towards the door that was supposed to Aizawa's room. He gripped the door handle and sharply turned it only to find out it was locked. He loudly rapped on the wooden door.

"MR. AIZAWA HELP! PLEASE HELP! PLEASE, PLEASE IT'S COMING!" He screamed at the door. Aizawa still didn't answer. Izuku heard the sound of shattering glass coming from his room. More panic filled his system.

It got in. Run, run, run, run, RUN RUN RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUN!

He made a sharp turn towards the front door, he was there in seconds. He harshly turned the doorknob only for the brass knob to fall out of its socket, effectively locking Izuku inside of the apartment. "NO!" he sobbed out.

What now? What now? What now?

He quickly searched the room for any other exits, he was dismayed to find that the door he just broke was the only one. More sobs left his body, he felt himself start to give up. His trembling knees started to collapse, soon Izuku found himself sobbing on the floor.

It's almost here. It's coming. It's almost here.

He brought his hands up to cover his face, he didn't want to look at it again. He knew it would only be a few seconds until he was caught, but it felt like ages. He felt two cold rotting hands grip his shoulders. That's when he knew it was the end.

I'm sorry.

Izuku was forced awake by two hands firmly shaking his shoulders. He had let out one last ear-piercing scream and heard sobs leave his mouth. Two arms wrapped around his body and he was pulled into an embrace.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I got you. It's okay. Shhhh." A tired gruff voice quietly rang out.

Izuku's muddled brain took a minute to catch up. That's right. He's at Aizawa's. That meant the person currently hugging him was Aizawa.

"Shhh, shhh calm down. It was just a dream. You're safe now." More comforting words left the man's mouth.

Izuku distantly realized he was still crying. He was crying into Aizawa's shirt. Wait. When did Aizawa show up? Did it get him? Is he okay?

"Of course I'm okay. You had a nightmare, everything is fine. It was just a dream."

Izuku felt a hand rub up and down on his back. It was then he finally remembered his place and quickly pulled himself out of the man's embrace with a panicked expression.

"I'm s-sorry. I didn't m-m-m-m-mean to wake y-you!"

Aizawa shot him a worried expression. "I was already awake. You have nothing to apologize for, you can't control your dreams."

"I-I'm s-sorry anyways, f-for bothering you. You sh-shouldn't h-have to d-d-deal with th-this. I understand i-if you d-don't want me h-here after t-tonight." Izuku stuttered out remorsefully. Why did he always have to go screw things up?

It's because you are a screw-up. Screwing up is what screw-up Deku's like you do best.

"Hey, kid, look at me." Aizawa demanded.

Izuku slowly brought his line of sight up to Aizawa's face. "I don't mind. You aren't a bother. Understand?" Izuku hesitantly nodded his head. "I want you to repeat it back to me."

"I u-u-understand." He stuttered out.

Aizawa let out a disapproving hum. "No, I want you to repeat all of it back to me." He said sternly.

"O-oh uhm…" Izuku started. He felt his heart rate start to speed up. Was complimenting himself really that hard?

It's because there is nothing worth complimenting. Worthless Deku.

"Y-you don't mind and I'm n-n-not a b-b-bother." As soon as the words left his mouth he felt like he was going to vomit from the backlash of his thoughts.

How dare you say something like that? A Deku like you has no reason to say stuff like that. Not a bother? What a joke. You are the most bothersome of them all. You're an annoying piece of shit, everybody hates you. They only put up with me because they have to. Just go die. It's what murders like you deserve.

Another small sob left his tired form at his mean thoughts. He felt Aizawa lightly grip his shoulder.

"Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying again?" Izuku could hear the small traces of confused panic in the man's tone. He probably thought that he made him cry.

"N-n-nothing. It's f-f-fine. I was j-just remembering my dream again." Izuku lied.

Aizawa hummed. "Do you want to talk about it? It might help."

"I-I uhm it was… uhm" Izuku hesitated, should he really talk about it? "I…dreamt of my m-m-mom… I d-don't think I r-really want to t-talk about it." Izuku quietly muttered. It was better not to talk about it, he didn't need Aizawa worrying about him more than necessary. He felt Aizawa's disapproving gaze on him.

"You're going to have to talk about it eventually." Aizawa said sternly.

"I d-d-don't think I really w-want to. It w-will be fine, it's o-only a d-dream." Izuku tried to argue back. He felt his temper slightly flare, not that he let it show. Why did the man keep digging? He was trying so hard. Why did he even care?

You don't deserve it.

"Midoriya." Aizawa started with a sharp and commanding tone. "You were screaming at the top of your lungs. You sounded like you were under attack. I understand it was a nightmare, but dreams like that can't be good for your mental health. It doesn't have to be with me and it doesn't have to be now, but you have to talk about it with someone. Isn't there anyone you trust that you can talk about this with?"

Izuku didn't want to talk about it with anyone. He just wanted to bury it away and forget like all of his other nightmares. He was fine, he didn't need to talk about it. He's made it this far without talking about his problems so he's pretty sure he will continue to survive.

Now, did he have someone he could talk to that he trusts? No, he didn't. He really didn't trust anyone but Mr. Gooey, but like hell, he was going to tell Aizawa that the only thing he trusts is a blob. So he lied.

"Y-y-yes I have s-s-someone I can t-t-t-trust. I'll talk t-t-to him when I feel ready." Izuku left out the part where he was pretty sure he would never be ready.

Aizawa gazed at him skeptically. "Alright… I have no reason to not believe you. You can wait until you are ready, but I will be checking if you did later on.

Izuku internally sighed with relief. He could tell that Aizawa didn't believe him fully, but that was fine with Izuku he really only needed him to believe him a little bit. He absentmindedly started to twiddle his thumbs when the room started to fill with an awkward silence. He went to go glance at the time when he noticed there wasn't a clock in his room. He would need that fixed, not knowing the time made him anxious.

"W-what t-time is it?" The room was pretty dark so Izuku guessed it was still early in the morning.

"It's 6 in the morning. I was just about to start making some breakfast for myself before I heard you scream." Aizawa replied.

Izuku nodded awkwardly. He felt extremely guilty that he bothered his teacher. He had nightmares frequently, but he didn't have ones that were so bad they caused him to scream very often. Hopefully, they would not become a common occurrence.

"Would you like some?" Aizawa asked.

"W-what?" Izuku already forgot what they were talking about.

Stupid Deku.

"Breakfast. Would you also like some?"

Oh.

"U-uhm, sure if it's n-n-not too much of a b-bother." He replied quietly.

Aizawa let out a patient sigh. "What did we just say earlier?" the man asked sternly.

"Th-that I'm not a bother…?" Izuku asked hesitantly.

Liar. You are a bother. You will always be a bother, don't you ever think otherwise.

"That's right. Now, follow me." Aizawa waved his hand in a following gesture towards the hallway.

Izuku stood up and silently followed the man to the kitchen. He took a seat at the table and watched Aizawa cook. He couldn't really see what the man was making from where he was sitting, and he was too shy to ask. One thing was for sure, it smelt really familiar. He noticed his mouth was watering slightly at the pleasant smell. His stomach let out a growl.

"It's almost done." Aizawa stated with an amused sounding voice.

Izuku felt his face heat up. His stomach must have growled so loud that Aizawa heard it over the sizzling pops coming from the frying pan. That was embarrassing. True to Aizawa's words the meal was done and placed in front of him a minute later. The man turned back to the stove to make his own breakfast.

Izuku stared down at the food that was placed in front of him. He felt tears start to prickle his eyes which quickly gathered and silently streamed down his face. It was an omelette. It was the same kind his mom used to make. His absolute favourite breakfast. He delicately cut a piece of the omelette and placed it in his mouth. He savoured it and let the taste coat his mouth. It was delicious.

A small sob left him, he quickly tried to muffle it. It was too late as Aizawa heard it. Said man turned around with a curious and concerned face.

"What's wrong? Is my cooking really that bad?" Aizawa questioned. He sounded concerned but was clearly trying to lighten the mood.

"N-no it's not th-that. It's my f-favourite a-actually. My m-m-mom used-used-" Izuku's voice broke into a louder sob. Aizawa took his pan off the heat and kneeled by Izuku and wrapped him into a hug.

"She u-used to m-make this for me a-a-all the time. I haven't h-h-had it since she d-d-died." Aizawa gently hushed his cries. "She u-used to claim that her s-secret ingredient was love. She k-kept an e-empty salt sh-shaker beside the s-salt and p-pepper, it was labelled 'Love'. S-so whenever she cooked she would sh-shake the sh-shaker over her f-food, and she would t-tell me it was m-made with love. It w-w-was really dumb, but w-when I was a k-kid I loved i-it." Izuku let out a broken sounding nostalgic laugh. The laugh quickly faded and Izuku adopted a more serious tone.

"Around th-three y-years ago I accidentally knocked the shaker over a-a-and broke it i-into pieces. It w-was something s-so small and it w-w-wasn't even real, b-but when it shattered I c-could feel my h-heart shatter with it i-into a m-million pieces. Th-throwing it out was o-one of the most p-painful things I w-went through since my m-mom died. It was the only thing I h-had left with good m-memories tied to i-it. Everything else was j-just all faded memories that I'm s-starting to forget as I g-g-get older." He finished sadly. He let out a small sniffle, his tears finally stopped. "I'm s-sorry f-for the d-dreary s-story." Izuku muttered lamely. He hadn't meant to go off like that.

Aizawa gently patted his head which turned into a small hair ruffle. Izuku thought about telling the man to stop but quickly decided not to. It felt oddly comforting.

"It's alright kid, I can understand how that would trigger some painful memories. If you don't want me to make any more omelettes in the future, just let me know. Alright?"

"Y-you can make them as m-much as you want. I j-just felt like I h-had to explain myself. Omelettes don't u-usually make p-people cry." Izuku said humourlessly. Why did he have to be so weird?

Freak. Worthless Deku.

Ah, that made sense. It was because he was a Deku and of course all Deku's are weird. His world felt like it was slightly more balanced at the self-hate. Why did he need to insult himself to function? Things just didn't feel normal when he didn't. Things felt… wrong. Unnatural.

"I-is it alright if I g-go back to my r-room?" Izuku questioned. It was the weekend and he really just wanted to crawl into bed and never leave. In his room he could let the negative thoughts consume him, then he could start to feel normal again.

"Actually we have plans today." Aizawa casually said.

"W-we do?" Well, there goes Izuku's idea of crawling into bed. Darn, he was really looking forward to it too.

"I couldn't help but notice that you brought back a lack of clothes and other things. So I figured we should go to some stores and buy some."

Izuku's eyes widened. He could never ask Aizawa to do something like that for him, the man had already done enough. "W-wait! You d-d-don't have to do that. I'm h-happy with what I a-already have." Izuku said while rapidly waving his hands back in forth, in front of his face.

"Kid, you need more clothes. I know it probably makes you feel uncomfortable but it needs to be done. Before you continue to tell me that I don't have to do this I'm just going to correct you. As long as you're living here you are my responsibility. So if I think you need some more clothes then we are going to get you some more clothes, alright?" Aizawa ended with a look that dared him to rebuttal him.

Izuku didn't, he was afraid if he did the man would get upset with him. Izuku nodded his head in agreement with Aizawa. He guesses this is happening now, it's not like he really has a choice. He internally sighed and left to go change in his room, it was going to be a long day. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad?

Shut up. You know how you are in stores. A stupid stuttering mess. Idiot.

His thoughts were right it was probably going to be a disaster. He could only hope that Aizawa wouldn't get too mad at his nervous anxious self on their trip. He knows that he can be a handful and he rather not annoy the man that was letting him stay at his apartment.

They left on their shopping trip around 10 am, Izuku could feel the beginnings of anxiety bubble in his chest. It was stronger than it usually was. When they arrived at the first store a bad feeling settled in his stomach. It was the kind you get when you're caught doing something you're not supposed to, or when you are called out in class for not paying attention. He felt his body tense up and his hairs stand on end. His skin started to crawl like thousands of bugs decided to explore his body. For whatever reason Izuku felt like something terrible was going to happen.

They entered the store. Izuku didn't like what he saw.