~Third Person P.O.V~

*Edited*

Izuku collapsed on his bed, Katsuki imitating his actions right beside him. They had just come back from the show, it was nearing 8 o'clock by now.  

Surprisingly, Izuku had managed to do well while being up on stage, his nerves had begun to calm down after the second commercial break...so that's a plus. The audience adored him, constantly laughing at his sarcasm- or something he said but didn't mean as a joke.

He wasn't going to lie though, it still hurt- the whole 'Katsuki talking about his crush on live television' thing. So it was a bit of a mouthful. Izuku couldn't help it though, his thoughts were all over the place- they almost kissed...twice.

Yet he liked someone else.

'Just my luck!' Izuku sarcastically thought, climbing all the way onto the bed and flipping on the TV.

Katsuki had been alarmingly quiet ever since they got back- which started to concern Izuku...a lot. He seemed to be lost in thought, his eyes not holding any emotion particular as they just stared into space. Honestly...Katsuki felt like shit.

(Don't we all though?)

All of those emotions he felt during the interview, the thoughts, memories- it was haunting him like a ghost. An annoying, angst-filled ghost. It just wouldn't go away, no matter how hard he tried- he couldn't shake the weighing feeling that everything was his fault.

He told Izuku to kill himself.

He bullied him to no extent.

He made the boy's life a living hell.

He's the reason behind his own kidnapping- maybe if he were strong enough it wouldn't have happened.

He's weak- Katsuki Bakugo is weak, broken, scared.

Katsuki hadn't even realized that he had begun to shake at this point, his knees pulled up tightly to his chest. He teetered back and forth on the bed, his eyes already brimmed with tears- begging to spill over.

"Kacchan? Kacchan! Hey- hey look at me, it's okay. You're okay, just calm down, do you need anything? What's wrong?!" Izuku attempted to soothe him, which wasn't going well at the moment seeing as though he was freaking out.

Then it hit him, Katsuki was having a panic attack.

Izuku's gaze softened on the male before him, cautiously, he pried Katsuki's arms and knees apart- fitting himself in between his legs and hugging the blond. He hugged him tightly as if his life depended on it. Softly caressing his hair as he whispered soothing words in his ear. 

Izuku's mother used to get these, panic attacks, so he had gotten fairly good at calming someone down when they were having one. 

"It's okay Kacchan, I'm here. I'm right here, just try and focus on my breathing, yeah?" Izuku instructed, taking controlled breaths in and out.

Katsuki copied his breathing, his began to slowly even out- becoming less ragged and more calm.

It was still for a while, Katsuki kept on breathing in and out while Izuku raked his fingers through his hair. Katsuki's grip around Izuku's waist tightened, he buried his face in the crook of his neck- being swarmed with Izuku's calming scent of lavender and vanilla. He tried- he tried so damn hard to fight them off but the tears in his eyes betrayed him, rolling off the tip of his nose and onto Izuku's skin.

"Hey- hey, why're you crying Kacchan?" Izuku asked softly, pulling back and wiping away stray tears.

"I-I... nnnh, I don't know wh-why I'm crying." Katsuki's voice shook, and it was terrible- Izuku had never heard him waver.

"It's fine, it's okay, nothing's wrong with that." Izuku cooed, continuously wiping away the tears with his thumbs.

"I'm not weak," The blond gasped wetly. "I've be-been through worse than f-f-fucking panic attack!" Katsuki growled as the tears kept up a steady flow.

Izuku's heart broke at what he said, he hated seeing Katsuki like this...so broken. He wanted his Katsuki back, the one who didn't cry, the one who kept a teasing smirk on his face. He wanted his Kacchan back.

Katsuki's breaths were tumultuous, his mouth agape. Tears flooded down his face, dampening every nook and cranny.

"I know. I know you're not weak- you're the strongest person I know Kacchan. Crying... crying doesn't make you weak, it makes you human." Izuku breathed, managing to calm the teary-eyed boy down just a bit.

Izuku could feel his own eyes wetting, the sight of a broken Katsuki was something he knew he never wanted to see again. It didn't feel right.

"Do you want to tell me why you were having a panic attack, Kacchan?"

He shook his head. Katsuki just wasn't ready to let him know yet, he didn't think he could handle telling him right now.

"Okay. That's okay, do you want to watch Arrow... and cuddle?" Izuku asked in a hushed whisper.

Katsuki just gave a simple nod of his head, pulling Izuku onto his chest as he laid back on the bed. The green-haired male turned on Arrow, as promised, tracing small circles into Katsuki's chest- he wasn't exactly paying attention to the TV at the moment. Izuku was far too worried about his childhood friend to care about a silly show right now.

So many questions were racing through his brain. Why did he have a panic attack? How long has he been having them? What happens when he has a panic attack and he's alone?

Fatigue soon came over the both of them, Izuku trying his best to fight it off...but was failing at the moment.

"Kacchan...." Izuku mumbled, his breathing evening out.

"Hm?"

"Stay the... night." He demanded more than asked.

Katsuki felt a small smile slip onto his lips, his eyes were already closed- he gave Izuku a tiny squeeze in response.

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"You owe me twenty bucks!" Ashido said smugly.

 Her and Uraraka stood in the middle of Izuku's room, he and Katsuki still curled up with one another.

"Bakugo's ass is lucky you brought him clothes." Uraraka chuckled, while Ashido placed the blond's duffel bag on the bed- both of them turning around to head towards the kitchen.

The two figured he would be there, seeing as though they went to his house that morning and nobody was home. (Mina has a fucking key to his house, try and convince me otherwise). That's when they placed a bet on whether or not he was at the freckled heroes apartment- which he is...so there's that.

Uraraka took a seat at the counter, while her fiancee prepared breakfast everyone. The brunette doesn't think she'll ever get over that, getting to call Ashido her fiancee. It felt way too surreal to her.

"How much you wanna bet that they'll get together soon?" Ashido giggled, moving the sausages around in the pan a bit.

"Another twenty bucks that they'll be in a relationship after our wedding." Uraraka countered, a smug smirk on her face.

"I say before the wedding!" The pink-haired woman chirped, whisking the eggs she cracked in a bowl.

"Why the fuck are you guys always here when I wake up?" Katsuki asked, yawning loudly and taking a seat next to Uraraka.

The women chuckled, a devilish smirk adorning Uraraka's face as she turned to the blond. "Why the fuck are you and Deku always cuddling when we come here?" She shot back, watching in amusement as Katsuki's face flushed a deep red.

"I- uh... that's an invalid question." He sputtered, nearly choking on his spit.

"Mmmhhm, sure Bakubabe... sure," Ashido commented, scrambling the eggs now. "I feel like it's my job to just come over here and cook for us all at this point." She mused, poking her bottom lip out.

"Pretty much," Katsuki snickered.

There was a muffled thud, followed by a string of angry curses coming from the back- minutes later Izuku came hopping in, a sleepy pout on his face.

"Look who's up!" Uraraka beamed.

Completely ignoring her statement, Izuku directs his pout to Katsuki. "I woke up and you were gone, then I fell off the bed." His voice sounded that of a child's at the moment, which was how it always sounded when he first woke up.

Ashido and Uraraka were both having mini seizures of how cute that was. Uraraka already pulling out her phone to secretly record.

Katsuki tried his best to fight off the oncoming blush, scratching the back of his neck as he gazed at the smaller hero. "Shit- I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you." He explained, his voice going surprisingly soft.

Again- Ashido and Uraraka were having mini seizures.

(Fun fact...I can't say the word 'seizure'....it always comes out as 'caesar'. Unfortunately for me, my best friend always teases me about it T^T)

Izuku sat down next to Katsuki, still somewhat half asleep as he laid his head on his shoulder. Uraraka pressed her mouth into a hard line, trying to contain the squeals she had building up in her.

"So are we just going to sit here and not talk about the obvious gay elephant in the room?" Ashido snorted, causing both boys to blush.

"Oh shut up- we're...friends?" Izuku looked up at Katsuki for reassurance.

"Yeah...friends." Katsuki sighed, "Friends."

Howdy fuckers!!

So two of my stories got to 1k reads (this one included) and Off Limits has 7k reads...wtf? TYSM GUYS I WUV ALL YOU CRACKHEADS!

I feel like I should have a name for my very small fan-base...how about Cricket Crackheads? Idk I'm open to suggestions!

Until we meet again!!!