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Hey everyone, here's a shitty fic I wrote in like two hours last night because I am gay

A bad dream is no new experience to Todoroki Shouto, yet a whole week full of his worst fears is uncommon. He thought he had moved past this after Midoriya had freed him from feeling bound to be his father's tool, but it seems he was mistaken.

Night after night, he woke up drenched in sweat, panting, and the room frigid with ice frosting his bed sheets. "I'm better than this. I'm better than him," Todoroki murmured to himself as he stumbled out of the bed. No matter how hard he tried, he could never escape his past for long; his father and the intense training he forced upon him always loomed in the back of his thoughts.

Todoroki shuffled slowly down the hall and took the elevator down to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of water and took a long sip of the cool drink.

"Oi, Halfie. What are you doing up at this time?" Todoroki chokes a bit, then collects himself.

"Good morning to you as well Bakugou." He receives a glare from the blonde as a response.

"The hell are you doing up at this time? Can't tell me you just so happened to travel down give floors by accident."

"I was thirsty, so I got a drink. It's not unusual for people to do," Todoroki flatly answered.

Bakugou narrowed his eyes at him and threw a thumb toward the clock in the room. "Like hell it is at three fuckin am! Not to mention you barely get up on a good morning to begin with!"

"Might I ask why you are up as well then? As you've pointed out, it's quite a late hour." Bakugou rolled his eyes.

"I'm up a lot you know, part of my bad insomnia you knew about forgot. Still doesn't explain why you're dodging my questions though." The two boys locked eyes, and Bakugou continued. "You aren't sleeping and you aren't fooling anyone pretty boy, wanna just tell someone what's wrong?" At this, the heterochromic boy scowled.

"And pray tell, why would I tell you of all people?" Todoroki's mask of indifference was slowly morphing to anger, and he quickly set down his glass on the counter. "There's no issue, I just woke up early. That is all." Bakugou balled his hands into fists, and moved closer to the other boy. Todoroki sharply said "Goodnight Bakugou." as he abruptly turned and walked away.

Bakugou let out a small string of explosions out of frustration. This is why he doesn't usually bother people with their emotions and feelings, especially emotionally stunted teenage boys with father issues. He grumbles for a bit before going back to his room.

A few hours later into the morning, and everyone is slowly emerging from their rooms to get ready for another day at UA. Bakugou is almost always one of the first ones there, already eating breakfast he made himself because he'd be damned if he went to school on an empty stomach. Becoming #1 hero meant starting your day off right with a good meal, he thought as he took another bite.

After half an hour, he surveyed the room for Todoroki, but saw no sign of him. "Why should I even care anyway, it's not like we're friends or anything," he thought as he glanced around. Kirishima was trying to steal some of his food and failing miserably, Deku was rambling on about God knows what like always, and Kaminari was trying to charge his phone with his quirk because he forgot to the night before; a normal morning.

By the time everyone got to class, Bakugou finally saw Todoroki and realized he looked even worse in brightly lit places. His hair was disheveled, his uniform was sloppily put on, and the bags under his eyes were apparent. The resident pretty boy of UA looked absolutely horrible, and everyone noticed.

Midoriya and Yaoyorozu tried to talk to him before class began, but he just waved them both off politely. Even during class, Todoroki noticed his best friends' worried looks and huffed. Perhaps his lack of sleep made him more irritable than usual. He made a small mental note to avoid most people if possible, and tried to focus on Aizawa's teaching instead of falling asleep.

After class, Todoroki had given up and just had started back to the dorms as soon as class ended. Yaoyorozu had reassured him that she was always available to speak to and support him should he need it, and he thanked her for her consideration and gently told her to not worry about him. Midoriya had given him a similar speech, but with more hinting to his issue. While Todoroki loved the green haired boy as his best friend, he also kindly told him this was no new issue and that he could certainly deal with it himself.

Unfortunately, someone had grabbed Todoroki's hand as he was walking, causing him to tense up and stop where he stood. "Excuse me, do you n-" Todoroki saw Bakugou's glare and attempted to pull his hand away, already uncomfortable with the situation.

"Yeah, I fucking need you to open up to someone for once in your goddamn life." He let go of Todoroki and crossed his arms.

"You just grabbed me, and now you demand I speak to you? I see you're a master of charm," Todoroki said sarcastically. "Also, your hands are sweaty and gross."

"They're not that sweaty dear prince, get over it. But yeah, because you avoid anyone else unless they force you." Todoroki opened his mouth in protest, but he was cut off. "Pinnaple hair and fucking Deku couldn't even get you to talk for more than three minutes to them, so something is definitely up."

Todoroki glared back at Bakugou. "Why do you care all of a sudden? Don't you hate me?"

Bakugou let out an annoyed tsk. "Maybe sometimes I actually try to help people you stupid candy cane!"

"Coming from the guy who delivers threats on a daily basis and explodes something with a poor temper, I feel I have reason to doubt this sentence."

"You know what-" Bakugou threatens, sparks already forming at his fists, "For once, just stop pretending you're okay! Just talk to me! You're a shitty liar and no one buys you're okay!"

"That's absolutely amazing to hear coming from you of all people," Todoroki sneers. "I haven't needed anyone's help for this, and I certainly don't need yours."

"Why the hell are you getting so defensive! Just open up to someone, it doesn't have to be me, just get some fucking help." Bakugou shoved his hands deep in his pockets and let out a deep huff. "In case you missed it, people fucking care about you. They're all worried as hell because of all the shit we've gone through lately and just want to be sure nothing is wrong."

Todoroki wanted to be mad, and he wanted to tell Bakugou he was wrong, but he knew he was right. "... You may have a point, but no one can help me with my problem." At this, Bakugou raised an eyebrow.

"I'm always right," Todoroki rolled his eyes. "but shoot, we've all dealt with a shitton of things lately, so maybe I'll know someone who's got your issue too." Todoroki tenses, and pondered on how to say his problem vaguely.

"I have been... suffering from reoccurring nightmares as of late," he quietly admitted. "It's nothing new, but they're happening much more frequently, and..." To Todoroki's surprise, Bakugou placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Dumbass, you think you're the only one who gets nightmares?" Todoroki shakes his head.

"No, it's just... something, I can't change, but it haunts me and I-"

"You hate it and wish it were different? Wish it would have ended differently?" Bakugou asked without missing a beat.

"How did you know?"

"Like I said, you're not the only one who gets nightmares. We've all been through our rough patches. All these villains are really getting sick of us now, don't you think?" A realization suddenly hits Todoroki.

"Oh. Bakugou, I'm-"

"I don't want your pity. It's nothing new, and life goes on strawberry milk." Bakugou says harshly. "Listen. We both got nightmares. If you can't sleep, try talking to someone. Even me if you really wanna, okay?"

Todoroki smiled a bit, "I think I can manage that." He bit his lip for a moment. "Thank you. I'm sorry for being-"

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Now stop moping or whatever and take a nap or some shit."

The nights were a bit more peaceful after that.