[some nights were easier than others, the smiling faces of his hero being a comfort in the early hours of the morning before he would drift off into a tumultuous rest. other nights he could scarcely look at them, remembering how far he had fallen from what he had set as his goal. how a period of months could change someone. how the world could flip his view.
but he didn't want to think about it anymore, he had been thinking about it too much. he didn't want to go mad, he didn't want to wallow and fall into a darkness that even iida couldn't reach. he had just been laying here, an arm across his forehead as he focused on the sound of his own breathing. the voices inside were blissfully quiet, staying true to their word to give him peace when he wasn't training or fighting.
it still felt weird to be privy to them. the ghosts that haunted him. would he hear them forever? would they stop when they dealt with all for one? they were quiet now too, when his mind went to them. but kacchan's footsteps brought him out of it, his arm moving to rest across his abdomen, tired eyes taking in the sight of the other teen, trying not to linger anywhere inappropriate.
though he does move to shield himself from the onslaught of pillow and blanket, a faint smile on his lips as he set kacchan's stuff next to him.
he scoots over wordlessly, waiting for katsuki to get in and comfortable before he settled himself proper. there was something warm and safe in the arrangement, not like he couldn't take care of himself, but izuku was learning that maybe it was okay to have others care for him too.]
...Thanks.
[there was more he could say, more he wanted to say. but he didn't have the heart to, exhaustion settling heavy in his bones. an encompassing 'thanks' will do for now.]
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but he didn't want to think about it anymore, he had been thinking about it too much. he didn't want to go mad, he didn't want to wallow and fall into a darkness that even iida couldn't reach. he had just been laying here, an arm across his forehead as he focused on the sound of his own breathing. the voices inside were blissfully quiet, staying true to their word to give him peace when he wasn't training or fighting.
it still felt weird to be privy to them. the ghosts that haunted him. would he hear them forever? would they stop when they dealt with all for one? they were quiet now too, when his mind went to them. but kacchan's footsteps brought him out of it, his arm moving to rest across his abdomen, tired eyes taking in the sight of the other teen, trying not to linger anywhere inappropriate.
though he does move to shield himself from the onslaught of pillow and blanket, a faint smile on his lips as he set kacchan's stuff next to him.
he scoots over wordlessly, waiting for katsuki to get in and comfortable before he settled himself proper. there was something warm and safe in the arrangement, not like he couldn't take care of himself, but izuku was learning that maybe it was okay to have others care for him too.]
...Thanks.
[there was more he could say, more he wanted to say. but he didn't have the heart to, exhaustion settling heavy in his bones. an encompassing 'thanks' will do for now.]