Katsuki had had a very long day, holy shit. And it was only 6 PM.

Now, don't get him wrong, he will always be there for his friends when they need him, but fuck was he tired. He hadn't even had to do much physical labor, just had to get up early and provide some emotional support, but the few missing hours of sleep and getting in touch with his emotional side had drained him fully. So much so, that he fell directly into bed for a nap when he got back to the dorms from class that day.

He was proud of himself though. He, Bakugo Katsuki, was able to get in touch with his emotions and show affection enough to actually have been helpful. First- year Katuki could never, but third-year Katsuki? He knew that explosions alone aren't enough to be number one, so while providing affection or being caring would have been a solid no from first-year Katsuki, third-year Katsuki occasionally provided emotional support on the field and to his closest friends. He's still working on it, fuck off very much.

So, naturally, when an aggressive knocking came from his dorm door, waking him from his peaceful, emotionally rejuvenating nap, he was pissed. He was comfy, dammit, and warm and cuddly, and yes first- year Katsuki would never admit to being cuddly but he's growing up dammit. The point being - he did not want to get up. He was not going to get up, and whoever it was could royally fuck off.

"Problem child, open the door." Well, fuck.

On a scale from 'ice cream with Eri' to 'being suffocated to death with a sleeping bag' how mad would Aizawa-sensei be if he didn't open the door? Pretended he wasn't here?

Honestly, he couldn't think of something more important than him being here, cuddly, in bed. But then again, Aizawa-sensei never comes to the students' rooms unless it's important. Maybe he could open the door for maybe 4 minutes max, then be back in bed? And avoid the impending anger?

But damn, he did not want to get up. He thinks he had a damn good reason why too.

Okay, it's settled, he's not getting up, and- "Bakugo open the door, I know you're in there." Fuuuuuuuck.

Fucking why.

He waited only a moment more before, slowly, quietly he made his way out of bed, careful to not jostle the bed too much.

He socked his way to the door and noiselessly slipped into the hall to talk to Aizawa-sensei, shutting the door behind him.

"What the fuck is it now? I was sleeping," He grunts. "This had better be good," is tacked onto the end with a grumble. He fisted his closed eyes, trying to force some energy back into himself.

"I need you to get dressed and come to the common room. We are forming a search party." His hands paused, processing, then dropped to his sides. This is just fucking great, he spent the crack ass hours of the morning being a fucking emotionally stable saint, still went to school like a good little boy, and has to spend his evening in a damn search party?

He gets it, he's a hero in training, what the fuck ever, but god at this moment he wants nothing more than to snuggle back into the heat in his bed, and fucking sleep until morning. He's half tempted to tell Aizawa that whoever is gone is better off staying missing because if Katsuki is the one who finds them, they are dead. DEAD.

His face remains blank as he tries (and fails) to find a single fuck about this missing person until Aizawa- sensei opened his damn mouth again.

"Midoriya is gone." FuuuuuUUUUCK.

This is literally the last, the LAST, thing he wants to deal with right now. He was sleeping so nicely, so warmly, so peacefully, and he has to deal with a not- actually-missing missing person?

Because here's the thing, he's not. Katsuki knows exactly where Deku is, but he'll be damned if he's telling Aizawa-sensei that. He could be standing at the entrance to the last ring of hell, and he would never fucking admit where Deku was right now. This is a secret he is more than content taking to his grave, even if that means he's digging it right now. Therefore, instead of responding, he remains carefully blank.

There is literally no way he can explain himself out of this one if Aizawa knew that he knew-

"You know where he is."

WHAT THE FUCK. "What the fuck?"

Could this day get any worse? Can he catch a fucking break? Holy shit? "What would draw you to that bullshit conclusion?"

He's in deep shit. Like, 'his knees are fully submerged and he's sinking and the shit is rising to his upper thighs, and he's going to have to take a year-long shower to get fully clean again' deep in shit.

"Bakugo, I understand your tenuous history with Midoryia, but I was prepared to use my quirk on you immediately to make sure you did not burn down this dorm building. You do not have a history of under- reacting." His sensei explained. Had he not used up all of his emotional capacity earlier today, he may have been able to fake the appropriate reaction. But Katsuki had never been one for faking reactions. Hence, his tendency for reacting in the amount he feels necessary and not what is appropriate. Some called it "over-reacting". Some could fuck off. It seems as if his history of overreactions has bitten him in the ass.

Katsuki only huffed in response. So yes, technically, he knows where Deku is. But telling the truth is 100% not an option. He's never been much of a liar either, so he doesn't know a single damn thing to say to un-fuck this situation.

Aizawa sighed, dragging his eyes to Katsuki's, piercing him with the stare of a thousand demons. "Midorya has been unaccounted for over 24 hours. The last time he was seen was leaving after class yesterday. He wasn't in class today, he isn't in his dorm room, or in his usual hiding places, he won't respond to the multitude of people trying to contact him. Hero's have been contacted and will be arriving shortly to join the search." He paused for a moment, letting the information sink in, before continuing. "All that to say, if you know where he is, problem child, you are going to tell me right now."

FUCK. He has to supply something. God, any other day and he could probably find a way out of this but he did not have the capacity right now.

You are the best. You can fix this situation. "He's... at his mom's." Fuck yeah, great lie, awesome job, I'm still the be-

"His mom is downstairs helping lead the search party." What a bitch.

"No, I meant he's at... my mom's?" I've still got it.

"After Inko was contacted, she contacted your parents to come and assist the search party. They are also in the common room waiting for it to start." Aizawa supplied, rather aggressively, losing patience.

Bitches, all of them.

Aizawa stepped forward, pushing Katsuki back into the door, looming over him. Katsuki felt his dick shrivel and his body freeze up. He had never once been this terrified, and he'd been kidnapped by the fucking League of Villains and almost absorbed by a sludge monster for fucks sake. Yet, this is the single scariest moment of his life, Aizawa-sensei leaning over him menacingly, backing him into a corner, radiating impending doom if Katsuki did not supply something sufficient right now. It turns out, the last ring of hell is here and now, and Aizawa is its keeper.

Fuck, maybe he should just tell the truth. The nerd would understand, right? His day could not get more fucked if it tried. Honestly, what was one more thing to add to the fire? God, he wanted to be back in bed right now.

Around the time he felt Aizawa's breath ghost across his face, reminiscent of a fire-breathing dragon about to incinerate its prey, is when he finally gave in.

"He's... fuck..." He sighed, Aizawa waited. He could see his life flash before his eyes. "He's in my bed."

A blink. "He's... in your bed."

"Yes."

"Right now."

"Yes."

"The bed you were just sleeping in." "Mhm."

A pause.

"Open the door."

"What? No-" he shifted so that his body blocked the door handle. "The fucker is finally asleep, you're not waking him up."

"Bakugo, let me in the room." Aizawa reached out to move him out of the way of the door, but he resisted.

"I said fuck off, he's had a rough day. He's finally fucking asleep and-"

Aizawa had leaned into his space again, effectively utilizing his 'I will kill you with post-it notes' aura, and lowly demanded "Get out of my way."

Katsuki sighed, not willing to die anymore now that the secret is out. He grabbed the doorknob pressed into his back, and slowly cracked the door open, entering the room and letting Aizawa in behind him.

Tired eyes flitted around the room, there were two backpacks, two pairs of shoes by the door, one a bright red, two shower caddies, but most importantly, there was a mop of green hair on the bed, a blanket pulled up to his waist. He was facing the wall, wearing a black shirt that was clearly much too large, a shirt that Katsuki knew would reveal a white skull on the front if shit nerd rolled over.

Katsuki walked over to the bed, sat on the edge, and twisted to face the sleeping figure, careful to not jostle the nerd. He reached out a tentative hand and nestled his digits into the dense of curls, trying to slowly coax the boy awake.

God he loved this idiot, and though it kills him to wake the nerd up after the hell of a morning he had, he also knows that somehow Deku's isolation with Katsuki caused the goddamned extras to report him as missing, so he has to raise the idiot to prove that everything is fine. Or as fine as it can be. The war fucked all of them up, in their own way.

A small hum left the sleeping boy, and he slowly pulled himself up to a sitting position, revealing the white skull Katsuki already knew was there, rubbing his eyes, still blissfully unaware of the additional presence in the room. "Kacchan?" he mumbled, dropping his forehead to Katsuki's shoulder in a way that would have been cute in literally any other situation.

Katsuki's hand found its way back to the nerd's hair as he slowly coaxed him back to consciousness.

When he was sure the nerd was mostly back, he dropped the bomb. "Aizawa-sensei is here."

Deku raised his head, peaking at Katsuki from under his sleep-tussled curls, and let out a confused "Hmm?"

Okay, maybe not fully back yet.

Green eyes searched his face, glanced over his shoulder, and widened to saucers when he processed what he saw. Jumping back, Deku yelped, hiding behind his hands for a moment before finally peeking out.

"H-hi, Aizawa-sensei, uh - this isn't what it looks like, and it-, uh-, um, well, I'm so sorry I wasn't in class today, but I promise I have a good reason!" He gasped in a breath and held it in anticipation as he looked at their sensei, waiting to be sentenced to the chair.

Unamused eyes bounced between the two boys, a simple "explain."

"Um," Deku started, "I- explain what exactly?"

Katsuku sighed and turned to face his now least favorite instructor. "Deku had a pretty bad panic attack around 4 in the morning from a night terror. Finally fell back asleep around 7, and he didn't feel like he could go to class after that. He stayed here, and I stayed up and went to class. Came back here to crash after, since I'd been up so long. Woke up to you banging on my door."

"And where was he yesterday after class, when he reportedly disappeared?"

There was a simultaneous "when I what?" and "here, with me."

Aizawa let out his umpteenth sigh for the afternoon. "And do I want to know where he slept last night? Where he was when he had his panic attack this morning?"

"Here, with me."

The silence that followed could be heard around the country, or so it felt to the two fidgeting boys on the bed. Finally, the dork spoke up, daring to ask "Um, can someone tell me what's happening?"

Aizawa closed his eyes, patience undoubtedly spent. "Your friends had not seen or heard from you since yesterday, could not find you in your room, and reported you missing, given your... History."

Viridian eyes grew impossibly wider, and a small squeak escaped.

"I'm going to inform the search party that you have been located, I recommend you find your phone and respond to your friends and family." Aizawa turned to exit the room until Katsuki called out.

"Wait up," when Aizawa turned back around, "What are you going to say about where he was found?" He spared a glance back to the nerd, who was already looking at him.

"I do not make a habit of outing my students, therefore I will leave it up to you, Midorya, to explain to your loved ones where you have been." A pregnant pause, "though the three of us will be having a discussion about this in the morning."

Identical "yes sensei's" were uttered, as Izuku climbed off the bed to grab his phone from the dresser, where it had died yesterday and he had not bothered to charge today after the events of this morning.

As the door swung shut behind Aizawa, he plugged in his phone, and waiting for it to come to life, meandered back to the bed. "It'll probably take a few minutes for it to turn back on," he mumbled while laying back down, pulling Katsuki with him.

"Let's take a nap and deal with all of that afterward." "Great idea."

And Katsuki found himself warm and snuggly, just like he was 30 minutes ago before this shitshow started. He'll be damned if he lets something else interrupt his sleep one more time today.