Honey and cinnamon.

That's the first thing that comes to his mind when Katsuki stirs awake. It's gentle, soothing in a way he didn't know could be soothing(who the fuck knew a smell could be soothing of all things to Katsuki Bakugou?) He can't help but chase it, nuzzling his nose further into the source of the sweet smell and breathing deeply. Whatever it was, it was also warm as fuck. He tightened his grip, dragging the source of warmth closer to him. One of his legs was thrown over it, entrapping it completely. He felt the most comfortable he's ever been upon waking up. Katsuki thought, maybe he should be concerned about the mysterious, sweet-smelling heat bag in his bed, but in his hazy, half-asleep state, couldn't find it in himself to care. He could deal with that when he decided to actually open his eyes and get up, but that time was not now.

The dull orange light behind his eyelids was beginning to piss him off in his endeavors to fall back asleep. He growled and yanked the covers over his head, sighing in relief as the darkness enveloped him again. Katsuki nuzzled his nose back into the soft curls. He knew it was long past the time he usually got up at, but he had been awake far too long last night after his... discovery(he tried not to think about it. It wasn't as if Izuku had told him he loved him, Katsuki just came to the conclusion on his own and he could be completely wrong) not to mention everything else that had gone on the day before. He was allowed to sleep in some days. There was no school to get ready for and Kana was probably still asleep if he couldn't hear her. There was no reason to get up from the comfy haven that was his bed, yet. He wouldn't have been able to go for a run even if he had decided to get up at his usual time anyway.

Contrary to popular belief in class 3-A, Katsuki was not a morning person. It was only by his sheer force of will and his determination to be the best that got him up at six every morning. You could imagine what his mornings were like when he didn't have anything to do.

"Kacchan?" Izuku asked, his groggy voice cutting through the silence and startling Katsuki, who had almost fallen back asleep. He growled lightly at the disruption and didn't bother opening his eyes, not that it would've helped him even if he did, the blanket was still covering his head. "Kacchan?" Izuku said again. His voice was much closer and less muffled than it should've been considering there was a blanket between them. Tch, whatever. He just wanted to go back to sleep.

"Fuck off, Deku.'m tryin' ta sleep," Katsuki grumbled, snuggling closer into his cocoon of blanket and pillows and... whatever the hell that was, burying his nose into it. The thing twitched and he heard a strangled giggled from Izuku.

"Ka-kacchan! Stop, t-that tickles!" He squeaked, shuffling his body again. Deku's voice sounded suspiciously close, like right-next-to-his-ear close. Katsuki's eyes snapped open and in the dim light leaking in through a hole near the top of his head where the blanket didn't cover, he was greeted with the sight of curly green hair and creamy freckle-dotted skin. One of his arms was resting underneath his mossy head, and the other was tightly wrapped around Izuku's waist. Deku's back was flush against his chest and his legs were trapped beneath one of Katsuki's own.

In short, Katsuki was clinging to Izuku like a fucking koala.

And that sweet smell? It was his shampoo, the scent still lingering in his hair, where Katsuki's nose was currently buried in.

He looked up when Izuku's body stopped twitching, his giggles fading. Crimson eyes widened when they met hazy jade ones mere inches from his face that blinked slowly. His sleep riddled brain probably trying to process what exactly was going on. Hell if Katsuki knew. He had no fucking clue how they ended up laying on the bed or how he started cuddling him in the first place. Another thing that caught his attention was that - and this may just be because he was still half asleep - Izuku didn't even look bothered by it in the slightest.

Kana, on the opposite side of Izuku as Katsuki, was also clinging to him in her sleep. Her face buried in his chest and one of her hands were gripping his curls, her mouth was wide open; a thin line of drool leaking down her chin and she was snoring lightly, which Deku also seemed unbothered by. Or maybe his brain just didn't fully register any of the things that were going on around him.

Like Katsuki's full-body hold on him.

He shot up and away from Izuku as if the other boy had just burst into flames. The blanket that had been a comfort moments earlier only tangled up around his body, causing him to fall off his bed in his haste to get away. He landed with a thud on his ass and he hissed, his back colliding with his desk with enough force to shake it. Katsuki tore the blanket off his head, looking up just in time to see one of his textbooks hurling towards his face. Pain flared in his nose and he felt a wetness trickle over his mouth and chin.

"Ow! Motherfucker!" He snarled, bringing one of his hands to his bleeding nose.

All of this happened in about three seconds.

"Oh, my god! Kacchan, are you okay?" Izuku shouted frantically, scrambling off the bed and stumbling towards him and dropping onto his knees in front of him. His fall must have been enough to wake Deku up because his voice no longer heavy with sleep.

Katsuki looked up at Izuku, squinting from the pain. His hair was flattened on one side and the other was sticking up messily, more so than Katsuki had ever seen it. He immediately knew it was because Kana had slept with her hand threaded through it for who knew how long. Izuku's hands were waving wildly around his face as he shouted about blood and tissue. His jade eyes scanned the entire room quickly, too quickly to really be searching for anything to help stanch the blood flow.

He must've come up empty because before Katsuki could process what was going on, Izuku slipped his shirt off and was bunching it up and dapping his face - he may have said something, but Katsuki didn't hear it - Katsuki blinked and his cheeks started heating up despite himself, staring at the bare, freckled chest as if it was the first time he ever saw him shirtless. Which was ridiculous because he saw him shirtless almost everyday in the locker room after combat training, this shouldn't be any different.

But it was.

It felt oddly intimate.

Too intimate.

"The fuck you doin' shitty nerd? You're ruining your shirt, dumbass!" He blurted, hoping Izuku hadn't noticed him staring and because he couldn't think of anything else to say in this admittedly embarrassing situation. Still, he grabbed the shirt and pressed it under his nose better - it already had blood on it, shut up. He could feel Izuku's worried eyes on him - he could feel it and not see it because he was completely avoiding looking at him.

This was not how he thought his morning would go. For one he never would've began to imagine he would wake up clinging to the nerd. Especially after everything that went down the day before. How the fuck had that even happened anyway? He had been sitting upright, leaning against the wall and nowhere near where the spot he woke up in when he went to sleep. Had he moved in the middle of the night and was so tired that he just didn't remember? Seemed more likely than if he moved when he was still asleep. That still left the question of how Deku had gotten there.

Did he...

Did Katsuki bring him down with him? There was no way Izuku had moved in the middle of the night unless it was intentional. He remembered that when they were having sleepovers as kids, Izuku slept like a rock. Literally. He wasn't a heavy sleeper, no that wasn't it, he meant when Deku fell asleep, he didn't move from the position he fell asleep in. Katsuki on the other hand - though he denied it vehemently - was very touchy-feely in his sleep. (Kana had obviously inherited that from him if her sleeping with a hand fisted in Izuku's hair meant anything.)

So, yeah Katsuki had to have been the cause of it. Fuck.

"It's fine, Kacchan. It's just a sleep shirt and the blood will come out fine with stain remover- is that really what you're worried about right now? Your nose could be broken!" Irrational anger flared in his chest at those words, but it was more of a default reaction wired into him from years of believing Izuku looked down on him, not because he was really angry.

"S'not broken. I'm not a weak little bitch, I don't need your help, Deku." He bit out harshly. Katsuki snapped his mouth shut and glared at the ground. He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, but he didn't know how to take them back. Funny how he claimed to love Izuku when he so easily reverted back into the asshole he was before, even if it was only reflexively. They were fucking over that already. Why the fuck couldn't he move past it? Izuku forgave him when he built up enough courage to apologize in their second year. They were friends now.

But that was it, wasn't it?

He didn't deserve it.

Izuku didn't so much as bat an eyelash at his outburst and Katsuki didn't know how he felt about that. He hoped it was because he knew he didn't mean it and not because he was just so used to his angry outbursts. "Of course, not. I wasn't implying you were." He said simply. It made Katsuki wonder just when did Izuku become so at ease around him. "But, you know, Kacchan? It's okay to accept help from people, it doesn't make you weak." Not for the first time, Katsuki found himself really thinking about those words instead of instantly rejecting them. When did he start sounding so reasonable? So convincing?

Without thinking, Katsuki glanced back at Izuku who was smiling softly at him. It made his heart twist painfully and warm simultaneously. He felt the urge to clutch his chest and rid himself of the feeling, but he couldn't do anything without notifying Izuku that something was wrong. He settled for digging his nails into the palm of his hand.

Stop,

Don't look at me like that.

Don't look at me as if I'm someone deserving of your love.

"Whatever," Katsuki mumbled just loud enough for Izuku to hear. The latter smiled even wider at that, he almost felt the need to shield his eyes before Izuku's bright smile blinded him.

I'm not.

The rustling of bedsheets caught Izuku's attention and he turned, giving Katsuki a direct view of a sleep-ruffled Kana sitting up sleepily and rubbing her eyes with a tiny fist. Her ash-blonde hair was like a mane around her head, curls sticking up in nearly every direction.

Izuku laughed lightly before standing up and going to Katsuki's closet and pulling out a shirt before muttering a small "Kacchan?" as if he was asking permission. Katsuki grunted out a "Fine," and pulled himself off the ground to sit at his desk. He wasn't going to deny him permission to use his clothes when he was literally wiping the blood off his face with Izuku's.

The black shirt Izuku slipped on was loose around his chest, not fitting like they were on Katsuki, but not noticeably big on him. Izuku was smaller than him, but not by much. The only thing that was noticeable about it if anyone else were to see him was that it was most definitely not his shirt. It screamed 'Katsuki' with the white skull and crossbones printed across the front. Katsuki stared at him for a moment, but said nothing.

It was not because he sort of liked seeing Izuku wearing his clothes fuck you very much.

"Good morning, Kana!" Izuku said brightly, his jade eyes sparkling with delight. He couldn't understand what about seeing Kana awake made Izuku look so happy, but he was similar when he was around other children, so maybe it was just children in general. He didn't mean that seeing Kana just waking up wasn't cute, it was, he just wasn't sure why he looked so happy about it.

Kana didn't say anything, she only lifted her hands towards him with grabbing motions, signaling she wanted to be picked up. The greenette beamed and scooped her up where she wrapped one arm around his neck and the other went straight to his hair, knotting her chubby little fingers in the soft curls. She didn't seem to notice Katsuki holding a bloody shirt to his face and just closed her eyes sleepily. It was probably best she didn't, he didn't really want to potentially set her off first thing in the morning.

Katsuki watched Izuku hold her gently in his arms, mumbling words of comfort to her as she snuggled into him(which looked way too fucking domestic for Katsuki's poor heart) and let his own thoughts drift back to the moment before he flung himself off the bed like an idiot and gave himself a bloody nose(he panicked, okay?). He was just glad Deku didn't seem to realize what was happening or if he did, he was doing a good job of hiding it. Whatever the case, it meant Katsuki wouldn't have to try to explain himself, even if he didn't do it consciously. In fact, Katsuki had went to sleep as far away from the nerd as possible after the conclusion he came to regarding Izuku's actions.

Mostly because he refused to believe it. But also because it just made things a shit ton harder if it did turn out to be true. Not that it had worked at all, he still woke up clinging to Deku despite his efforts. It was strange how he would subconsciously seek Izuku out as a source of comfort, even if he was the cause of his distress in the first place. What the fuck was that about anyway? Seemed stupidly counterintuitive to him.

Izuku turned around to look at Katsuki, the movement pulling him out of his own head and making him look up, but the moment he did, Kana flickered. She fucking flickered like she was disappearing. Her entire body going transparent and slipping right through Izuku's arms as if she were some kind of ghost and landing on the ground silently as if she had no weight. Her body flickered again and she was back to normal again; tangible and not see-through anymore.

Katsuki stared wide-eyed, his hand slipping from his face to his lap and his jaw dropping, just like his heart. He glanced at Izuku who looked as pale as when he first brought her to Katsuki's room the night before, claiming something was wrong.

Kana blinked, looking up at him with a slight pout, tilting her head in confusion like she didn't just ghost through Izuku's arms a second before. "Why'd you put me down, P-"

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"

Katsuki sat in an uncomfortable, black, plastic chair in the teachers lounge across from Aizawa's desk. His knee bounced in a nervous habit, shaking the small girl sitting on his lap, but she didn't seem to mind. Kana actually seemed to think it was fun or some other shit that he didn't understand, too caught up in his own head to listen to what she had been saying. Even so, he couldn't find it in himself to put her down after what he just saw.

Deku had been right before, Kana had flickered as if she was disappearing, becoming intangible and slipped right through his fucking arms and not because she was going back. It was almost like she ceased to exist for a moment and he didn't know how to handle that thought. The idea of her just disappearing, simply blinking out of existence like she was never there in the first place; it fucking terrified him.

After seeing it with his own eyes, he could completely understand why Deku had been so upset and concerned the first time. He also felt even more like an asshole for not completely believing him and taking her to Aizawa right away. Even though they knew nothing about the quirk, or how it worked, Katsuki was sure her flickering a second time(or at all) wasn't a good sign. Especially if she wasn't going back to her time, or even world.

Nervous energy was rolling off Izuku in waves right next to him, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been last night. He was holding his chin, staring at the floor intently and muttering under his breath, too quietly for Katsuki to hear. Not that the blonde was trying to understand the word vomit the nerd was currently spewing. Izuku probably had a million theories about what could be happening to Kana.

The door to the teachers lounge slid open and in walked the familiar form of their homeroom teacher for the past three years. He was wearing his usual black garb and gray scarf-like capture weapon.

"Problem children," He muttered as a way of greeting before he closed the door behind him. "Why am I not surprised."

"Aizawa-sensei!" Izuku said with a relieved sigh as he shot out of his chair.

"Shouta!" Kana nearly shrieked suddenly, scambling off his lap and running towards the perpetually tired looking man. He only raised an eyebrow and squatted down to her level, but before he could say anything Kana bowed. "I'm sorry for screaming at you yesterday! Daddy told me you're finding a way to send me home!"

Aizawa seemed surprised Kana knew his name, and Katsuki could understand why considering her reaction to him yesterday. But instead of commenting on that, instead he ruffled her hair and stood. "It's alright." he said to Kana before redirecting his attention to Katsuki. The blonde knew from the look on Aizawa's face that he already knew why they were there, or at least had an idea.

Katsuki didn't want to think about what that meant.