Crimson eyes frantically opens as his body shoots out of his bed, his vision is blurry, white dots scattered everywhere. The taste of iron lingers in his mouth, he must've but his tongue in his sleep. He runs a rough hand through blond locks and feels the bed hair standing tall in their wake; poking into all directions. His heart pounds erratically behind his ribs, the high of his nightmare still in motion. This has been going on for awhile, the endless nights filled with terrors of the girl he likes dying in his arms.

Usually, he would simply fucking ignore the nightmares, they're pointless and stress you out for no damn reason. However, the stress of feeling her lax body in his arms lingers in his bones through the days. His sleeping schedule has been completely fucked over since the nightmares started a few weeks ago. His overall ability to focus has decreased severely as well, at this point, his grades will start to slip, he has to be number one.

He can't fall behind, he isn't a damn laggard. He has to become to number one hero and show them all that he-

He doesn't know what to do in this particular situation. Should he reach out to someone? He can't allow anyone to see this part of him. The fragile section of his mind, pondering about it, he'd rather shoot himself than turn to his witch of a mother, his dad is off charts as well; he worries too much. He could always divulge his nightmares to Kirishima, he has always been easy going and even more so to talk to.

Bakugou isn't too keen on the idea of  taking help from others, at all. And no, his pride is completely extraneous in this matter, he just likes to keep his inwardly struggles to himself. No one needs to know. He runs his eyes off sleep, thumb and index finger painfully digging into his swollen eyelids. Everyone but her of course, he can't open up about this to (your name) he can almost see the scene unravel before his eyes. She'd laugh it off like the dork she is and then brood about it behind his back. The last thing he wants is for her to endure a rivaling amount of stress that he has.

His mind wanders back and forth, should he tell someone? There's simply and uneasiness about completely opening up to someone and spilling ones guts out that he can't seem to shake off.

Bakugou feels a tight knot form in the center of his throat. A few days prior, it hadn't felt like much other than a small aggravating sting but gradually it increased to the point where he now has to fight back a groan whenever swallowing down on something.

As the days pass he feels himself growing more tempered and easily annoyed by everything within his vicinity.  He's certain that a few of his classmates has noticed the faint, yet noticeable change in the blond's behavior.

"Bakugou. Are you ok?" The red headed boy asks with concern in his voice. Kirishima Eijirou was probably Bakugou's closest 'friend' or what he would call it. Minion, company whatever. Compared to the rest of the extras in his class he could easily say that he respected the boy with the over-gelled red, spiky hair. Even if he never says it, Kirishima knew all too well that they are close.

"Yeah, you look really tired." Shouto says, icyhot, according to Bakugou. Because of their ranks, you could say that they were kind of rivals but over time they started to loosen up around each other and now Bakugou only wants to beat him up and not kill
Him. Now they actually spare together, more times a week than their classmates would guess. Usually the blonde's first pick when it came to slagging would be Kirishima but the dude never listens to the teachers which results him to having to study in his dorm room. And academically wise Shouto and Bakugou were kind of in the same rank. And Shouto has a very high stamina, Bakugou notices, he likes challenges. Bakugou just shrugs. First off how the hell did they notice, and secondly why do they care? Christ.

"It has nothing to do with you extras." He says and grabbed his bag. Shouto just shrugged it off and continued talking with the class's Vice President, Yaoyoruzu Momo and his friend Midoriya Izuku.

Bakugou felt the need to see a psychologist or a therapist. He went to the school's library and sat down in front of a computer.

Therapist, psychologist and counselor was what he got. He read about a place for all three close to the hospital Todoroki's mother and Iida's brother was staying at.

Bakugou thought for a while before he pushed the button, reserve. It was official, Katsuki Bakugou was going to see a therapist.

Maybe this would help. Just maybe.

BAKUGOU's POV

"At least she doesn't attend to the same damn school as I do." I muttered under my breath as I stood in front of (Y/N)'s school. She attended to a regular school called Eastwood high.

The school was one of those rich kid schools. I stood outside her classroom, she should be ending soon. Her last period was Spanish.

"Bakugou-san. I see you are here again. Waiting for (Y/N)?" The principle, Aoi Kobayashi said and looked at me. I simply nodded before she smiled and continued walking.

I heard a loud sound and a door opening. I looked at my side and saw some for (Y/N)'s classmates going out.

"Hi Katsuki!" A beautiful voice spoke. (Y/N) was standing there, in her school uniforms. Dark blue skirt, pale pink sweater with long sleeves that was reaching to her fingers, black shoes with stockings.

Cute

THIRD POV

She pulled him into a hug, like she hadn't seen him in years but she actually saw him yesterday and spoke with him today this morning. She always acts like this,

If she knew what her hugs do to me.

"I have a shit load of work to do." Bakugou said as they stopped by the park. From here they'd have to go their separate ways. This is always the place where he hates to come to. She frowns, and bears a fav expression as if she has more to say.

"Good luck and I'll see you tomorrow!" She said happily and walked home. He sighs and walked home as well. All he needed to do was to drop his bag so he could go to the therapist.

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Bakugou took his phone and saw what the time was. He was shocked to see that he actually spent 2 hours there. It was actually pretty good, so he took the same time for tomorrow as well.

When he got home he had gotten texts form Kirishima, asking if he was ok but Bakugou decided to not tell anyone for now.

Some maybe thought that he was just being Bakugou but what none knew was that every time he closed his eyes and let the dark embrace him, someone he deeply loved and cared about was dying in his arms.