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The second the classroom's globe blows up, Katsuki and Izuku both freeze.

It was an accident, not that that means anything. Katsuki hadn't even been aiming for Izuku that time. He'd been trying to show off for his other friends, on a day they were all waiting for their parents to show up.

And maybe it should have said something, that none of his friends react in ways other than awe, even after the globe is destroyed. But Katsuki will only realize that in hindsight. In the moment, his quirk dies, and his limbs lock up, and he looks right to Izuku.

Izuku is already staring back at him in horror.

They're both eight, at the time. Old enough that Katsuki has started pushing Izuku to the back of his friend group, but before the active bullying has started. Not from Katsuki, at least.

But the thing is, they've both seen teachers smack Izuku on the back of the head for breaking chalk, or drag him forward by the arm when he wasn't moving fast enough in the hall, or make him stand all day for getting his desk scratched (usually by another kid). And nothing Izuku's done has ever actively, entirely destroyed school property before.

Katsuki is so screwed.

Evidently, Izuku thinks so too, because as soon as he fully processes what's happened, his first words are, "I did it."

Katsuki scowls. "It blew up, you idiot. There's scorch marks."

"Well then I— I made you. I was teasing you, and the globe was right behind me, and I ducked."

"Shut up," Katsuki snaps. "I don't need you to fight my battles for me, Deku."

"Then— then come home with me," Izuku says. "I know where Mom keeps the first aid kit."

Katsuki doesn't say anything to that for a minute. Around them, his friends are giving them confused looks, like they've somehow never noticed the way that teachers react when somebody messes up.

He tries for a moment to weigh the pluses and minuses. Going home with Izuku is a decently sized minus, but not having to explain his screw up to his mother is also a big plus. Probably big enough.

Katsuki opens his mouth, ready to swallow his pride, but the door opens before he can speak.

"What was that?" their teacher asks as she walks in. "Is everyone okay?"

Izuku opens his mouth, and Katsuki clenches his fists and takes a step forward before he can do something stupid. Like cover for Katsuki and make it look like he's too weak to deal with his own screwups.

"I broke the globe," he says. "With my quirk." He debates for a minute saying sorry, but it never seems to help Izuku, so instead he looks down at the floor to hide the way his chin is trembling.

"Oh," says his teacher. "Yeah, that sure is burnt. Guess we'll have to get a new one."

Katsuki braces himself. This is usually around the time Izuku gets smacked upside the head.

Then their teacher laughs, and Katsuki looks up in surprise.

"That's some impressive firepower you've got there," she says. She's smiling down at him. "Don't worry about it, sweetie. Just be more careful in the future. Kids have to practice their quirks sometime, after all."

Katsuki blinks at her.

"Wait, what?" Izuku asks, from somewhere next to him.

Their teacher doesn't acknowledge him at all, just turns and walks back up towards the desk, humming a tune.

"Please do sit down though," she calls as she gets there. "I understand getting antsy, but your parents should be here soon."

They all sits down. Katsuki looks up at his teacher for another moment. He's starting to feel silly for being so scared. Of course he's not going to be punished for breaking things. He's not Izuku. He has good reasons. He has a quirk to practice with. He's not such a waste of space.

He's better.

Izuku's mom shows up first, and Katsuki watches as Izuku runs to her, throwing himself in her arms. He scoffs, and rolls his eyes.

Only a useless deku like him would be mad at the way the world works. Though oddly enough, Katsuki still feels calmer after Deku leaves the room.

Maybe he's just glad he's gone.

…

It's a testament to how horrible Katsuki is that the teachers at U.A. weird him out at first.

He doesn't have an excuse, other than the fact that he's not used to being called out when he does something wrong, that he's not used to rules being applied to everyone, that he's not used to having to push himself to be worthy of acknowledgement. He adapts, eventually. Throws himself into chasing Deku of all people until it becomes normal, until it becomes natural, until it becomes… what they are.

Katsuki hates how much better it feels, being rivals with Deku in comparison to just being an asshole to him. Or maybe he doesn't hate how much better it feels. Maybe he just hates himself for ever trying to prefer the former. Or for changing from one to the other far too slowly.

And what exactly gives him the right to enjoy this? To like what he's found with Deku when it's his own damn fault they didn't have this all along?

The teachers, is the point. The teachers weirded him out at first.

Aizawa had been the obvious example, the opposite of what every teacher he'd ever known had been. Strict, and fair, and somehow caring for all of his students. The number of times Katsuki has seen Aizawa throw himself into a fight for them… sometimes he tries to imagine a teacher from Aldera doing that, and it makes him laugh. In a bitter, god that school was fucked up sort of way.

But Aizawa isn't even his only example. Present Mic makes classes fun and lighthearted in a way they never felt before. All Might's classes matter in a way they never did. Midnight's classes teach him things about aspects of heroics he's never considered. The more Katsuki attends his classes, the more he absolutely despises his middle school.

He doesn't think Deku's considered the same.

It kills him a little bit.

He watches him, sometimes. The way he still tenses when Present Mic raises his voice. The way he ducks his head when Midnight asks if anyone has any questions. The way he flinches whenever Aizawa takes out his capture scarf.

He doesn't know what to do about it. Knowing him, he'd just make everything worse, anyway. It's not like he'll be able to help Deku see that no one here is going to hurt him on purpose.

(Unless the fact that everything's more equal here just means Deku won't be the only one targeted. But that's not what it means, right?)

(…Deku sticks a little closer to him in the days after the sports festival, though. Eventually Katsuki yells at him to fuck off. He hasn't earned anyone's protection, much less Deku's. Yeah, he's gonna let Deku protect him from a teacher. Give him a fucking break.)

And then Deku breaks Aizawa's capture weapon.

Well, okay, that's oversimplifying things. Dunce Face was the one who started messing with it. And that's not to mention that Aizawa was the one who left it out, while he was taking Shitty Hair to Recovery Girl.

(He'd overused his quirk and it had worn off right before he'd gotten tossed into the wall. Personally, Katsuki just thinks he's being a baby. He's not worried. Shitty Hair probably just doesn't know what a concussion feels like.)

The point being, Deku was trying to stop Kaminari from goofing off with it. Because teachers don't like their shit messed with, and even Dunce Face should be smart enough to know that.

But even though Katsuki should really know better than to expect common sense from Kaminari, he doesn't plan on getting involved. Not until he hears the riiiip and sees Deku fall back with the torn piece of fabric in his hands.

In Deku's defense, the whole class goes quiet. They all know how big of a fuck up it is. Kaminari is staring at Deku in abject horror. Deku looks like he expects death to come for him soon.

Most likely, in however long it takes for Aizawa to get back from Recovery Girl.

Katsuki watches Deku stare down at the scarf. He sees his hands start to shake.

He's moving before his thoughts finish forming. Everyone turns to look at him, except for Deku, who doesn't stop staring at the capture scarf and shaking until Katsuki pulls it from his and Kaminari's hands.

Deku turns to look at him, and winces like he expects Katsuki to get Aizawa's inevitable reaction started early.

Katsuki holds the capture weapon up in Deku's line of sight. "I did it."

Deku stares at him. "…What?"

"I did it," Katsuki repeats. "Tore it like an idiot. I should really know better than to mess with Aizawa-sensei's things."

Deku starts to shake his head. "Kacchan—"

"I did it," Katsuki says firmly.

"Uh, what are you talking about?" Dunce Face asks. "It was me and Midor—"

"I told you guys to keep running drills," comes Aizawa's voice. "Why is everyone just standing around?"

Deku starts to climb to his feet, but Katsuki's already standing, meaning he makes it to Aizawa first.

"I tore your scarf," he says, shoving it into Aizawa's hands. "Because I was being an idiot."

Aizawa looks down at the tear, and Katsuki sees the obvious irritation cross his face. He forces himself not to tense up. He does not think about how that muzzle felt on his face. Whatever Aizawa decides to do, it's only the start of everything he owes Deku. There are countless other times he should have done this exact thing. Katsuki always got the lesser sentence, so he should have taken it.

Aizawa opens his mouth.

"No," comes a voice, and then Katsuki is yanked backwards, away from Aizawa. Katsuki is suddenly staring into Deku's face. "No, don't— don't be stupid, Kacchan!"

"I already was stupid," Katsuki says, slowly and firmly. "I was an idiot for even touching it. I should know better."

Deku narrows his eyes, stubborn as always, and turns to face Aizawa. "He's lying, Aizawa-sensei," he says. "I tore your scarf."

Aizawa raises an eyebrow, looking back and forth between the two of them. "Alright, what—"

"What are you guys talking about?" Dunce Face yells from behind them. "I was the one who started messing with it!"

"Shut up!" Katsuki and Deku both snap at the same time, without turning around.

"Alright," Aizawa says firmly, "that's enough. Does someone other than these three want to tell me what happened?"

Katsuki turns around and glares at everyone within his eyesight. Unfortunately, some of his classmates don't know how to read his murderous glares.

"Kaminari was the one who started messing with the scarf," Iida says. "Midoriya was attempting to stop him. I do not understand what Bakugou is doing."

"Alright," Aizawa says. "Thank you." He casts a glance at Katsuki, then at Deku. "I can get a new scarf. You don't need to cover for anyone."

Katsuki's chest loosens. Next to him, Deku stays tense.

They go back to drills, after that, with Aizawa wearing a noticeably torn capture weapon. Katsuki is almost grateful, because by the end of the day, everyone but Katsuki and Deku seems to have moved on from the capture weapon incident.

Well, except maybe Aizawa. Katsuki sees him looking at the two of them throughout training. He tries not to make it clear that he notices.

Then, as they're leaving, Aizawa brushes his arm— and then steps back immediately. Enough to get his attention, not enough enough to hold him in place.

"Stay here for a second," he says. Then he walks to the other side of the training ground and does the exact same move with Deku.

Shit.

Katsuki can tell Deku is thinking the same thing, but they both wait anyway. Aizawa doesn't take them inside at all, which is another sign that he's not going to hurt either of them. Katsuki puts himself in between him and Deku anyway.

He can tell Deku notices, and that he doesn't like it. Katsuki still stays there.

Aizawa walks them over to a bench, then sits down right in the middle of it. There's space for both of them on it, but Aizawa is looking up at them like he doesn't expect either of them to take it.

Katsuki shifts a little closer to Deku again, just in case. He can feel Deku glaring at him. He ignores it.

"Okay," Aizawa says. "I'm sure you both understand that there's certain things I know how to look for, as an underground hero."

"Look, Aizawa-sensei, if this is about Kacchan lying to you, I thought it would be funny," Deku starts. Katsuki gives him a look. He can't actually think that's going to work.

Sure enough, Aizawa just says, "I'm going to tell you what I've noticed in the past hour or so, and what I think it means. Okay?"

Katsuki scoffs. He kicks at the ground below him. "Do whatever you want," he grumbles.

Aizawa looks at him. "You two both seem very ready to pull blame onto yourself when you think you've upset someone," he says. His voice is low, and calm. "Specifically onto yourself and away from other people. It seems to me like you're doing this because you're trying to spare others from what feels like an inevitable punishment. Is that correct?"

Katsuki clenches his hands until his fingers dig into his palms. He feels sweat build up, and he releases his fists before they spark.

"Sensei, that's not— that's not it," Deku stammers. "It's not like that."

Aizawa doesn't look like he believes him, but he nods anyway. "What is it like, then?"

"It just— it wouldn't be fair for anyone else to get in trouble for something I did," Deku says. "That's all."

Sometimes, when Katsuki did actually mess up, broke something on the playground or hurt a kid too badly or started a fight, he'd blame Deku for it. No one ever called him out on it. Hell, sometimes the worst of the teachers even started it. "Katsuki, you saw Deku break that toy, didn't you? I think I remember you saying that."

He'd take the easy out. He always did. Because he's a fucking villain masquerading around as a hero.

Katsuki glares down at Aizawa and says, "You don't know what you're fucking talking about."

"Kacchan!" Izuku exclaims. He looks scared, as he looks at him. As if Katsuki deserves worry.

"Alright," Aizawa says calmly. "Why don't you explain it to me, then?"

"I'm not sparing anyone because it's a habit," Katsuki spits. He jerks his head at Deku. "I just owe him. Because it's my fault he does that."

"Kacchan," Deku says quietly.

"What," Katsuki snaps, glaring at him, "you're trying to tell me it's not? That every time I blamed you for something or called you names or watched someone beat the shit out of you or did it myself it just, what, rolled off your back?"

"No," Deku says weakly, "but, Kacchan—"

"I'm not gonna let it happen again," Katsuki snaps. "Any of it. It's not happening again."

"That's not your job," Deku snaps back at him.

"The hell it isn't!"

"It's not," Aizawa says suddenly, firmly, and both of them turned to look back at him.

"I don't know the particulars you're referring to," Aizawa says, looking between them both. "But it is neither of your responsibilities to protect your classmates from your teachers. It is our job to protect you. I'm incredibly sorry that hasn't been your experience in the past."

Katsuki glares to the side and doesn't say anything.

"What are you talking about," Deku says. He sounds angry, all of a sudden. "You didn't."

Katsuki glares at him. "Shut up," he snaps, even though he doubts Deku misses the way his shoulders tense.

"What, so you get to say that you're not gonna let it happen again, but I have to sit there and watch while it happens to you?" Deku snaps. "No one ever muzzled me!"

"No, dumbass, because we weren't ready for that yet," Katsuki snaps. "And the only reason no one ever fucked with me was because they were as horrible as I was!"

"Wait. Stop." Aizawa holds him hands. He looks significantly more bothered than he was a second ago. "You're talking about the sports festival?"

Deku glares at him, and Katsuki steps closer on instinct. "Weren't you there?"

Aizawa pinches the bridge of his nose. "I wasn't supposed to be." He sounds incredibly frustrated, though Katsuki isn't sure who it's directed at. "I was technically still on strict bed rest. They wouldn't let me down on the field to stop anything."

Katsuki snorts. "Don't be ridiculous," he says. "That's just what teachers do when you say no."

"No," Aizawa says. He gives Katsuki a firm look. "It's not. That never should have happened, Bakugou. I'm sorry it did. That was an unacceptable failure on your teachers parts, myself included. I should have found a way to stop it."

Katsuki stares at Aizawa, unable to figure out what to say. He… doesn't know what to feel about that. It's not like it sucks to get an apology. He was not a fan of what happened. But that's just… not how it works. As soon as he realized the teachers here were more equal, he'd accepted it was probably his turn to get what he'd deserved for years now.

"I will be speaking to the other teachers about it," Aizawa says, looking back and forth between him and Deku. "And it will never happen again. That also goes for class. I will never injure a student for a mistake they've made. Ever."

Deku bites his lip. He looks a little calmer than he was a second ago, but Katsuki stays close to him anyway.

"But," Deku says hesitantly. "I tore your scarf."

"Yes, and that's the last time I leave it out around you problem children," Aizawa says, but it's clear he's more exasperated than really upset.

Deku still seems tense, and Katsuki watches Aizawa notice. Watches him soften again.

"Midoriya, it's just a scarf. It's an object. It doesn't matter," he says quietly.

"It's part of your hero costume," Deku says in bafflement. "You save people with it."

"And the saving is the part that matters," Aizawa says simply. "Not what I do it with. If I thought I would be more efficient with a different weapon, I would use that instead. It does not matter. Certainly not more than my students feeling safe to make mistakes."

Deku stares at Aizawa, like the idea of feeling safe to make mistakes is a foreign concept. Katsuki kind of agrees. Deku's always made the mistakes, and Katsuki's always been safe. The two coexisting is… weird.

Deku thinks so too, apparently, because he just shakes his head and says, "I don't understand."

Aizawa nods. "That's okay," he says, even if he doesn't sound like it is. "It's a new concept. Just know that I mean it, okay?"

Deku nods, hesitantly. "Okay," he says softly.

Katsuki glares at the ground. "Whatever," he grumbles, because Aizawa will call him out if he doesn't say anything.

Aizawa sighs, still not seeming satisfied. "Alright, go enjoy the rest of your day," he says after a second. "And get some rest, if you can manage it."

Katsuki tries not to stomp, as he walks away.

He thought the teachers here were supposed to know better. He'd just gotten used to U.A. teachers being better than his old ones, and then they go and pull shit like this?

What the hell is Aizawa playing at? Did he not hear Katsuki say that he made Deku's life hell too? That it's his fault Deku is so fucked up? That Katsuki doesn't deserve his charity, doesn't want it? Things were supposed to be different here.

"Hey!" Deku calls, and Katsuki hears his footsteps the second before he runs up alongside him. "Kacchan, wait!"

"No," Katsuki snaps, and before Deku can say anything else, he fires up his quirk and shoots off into the distance.

He knows Deku will chase him with his own stupid quirk, but he'll make it back to the dorms first. He's not talking to anyone for a fucking week.

…

Katsuki isn't surprised at all when Aizawa says he wants to talk to him again. It might have been a good idea to not scold him in front of Deku, because they both know the nerd is too forgiving for his own good. But obviously they have to address the whole part Katsuki openly admitted he played in this.

He sends Katsuki an email, which is the best way to do this for sure. Find a way to talk that doesn't let the nerd know they're doing it. Otherwise Deku would probably try to show up and defend him or something. Because he's too forgiving for his own good.

As it is, Katsuki shows up in Aizawa's office a couple hours after school ends that Friday. Aizawa has a handful of papers already in front of him that he's grading, which Katsuki supposes makes sense. It's hard to find time to grade papers when you also have to be pulled away for hero work at the drop of a hat. No wonder he never gets any sleep.

He does look up when Katsuki walks through the door, however. He gestures at one of the two chairs across from his desk and goes back to his paper, writing one last thing down before he sets his pen to the side.

Katsuki sits, but doesn't say anything. He has a feeling he knows where this conversation is going to go, and he doesn't want to give up any ground first.

Thankfully, Aizawa doesn't seem to have any issues starting things. Except he starts by already surprising Katsuki, because he stands up, walks around the desk, and takes the other empty chair. He sits sideways, at an awkward angle, so he's facing Katsuki.

"Bakugou," he says, like he didn't just do something weird for no reason. "I'm sure you have an idea why I want to speak with you."

Katsuki glares down at the floor. He nods.

"I didn't want to talk about this with Midoriya present," he says, "but I got the impression that you were saying Midoriya's teachers weren't the only ones who made his life difficult before U.A."

Katsuki snorts. "Understatement," he tries, but it falls flat.

"Would you care to elaborate on that?"

He can't think of a single thing he wants less. But it's not like he has a choice in the matter.

So he just glares harder at the floor and pretends he's doing it because he's angry, and not because he's trying to lower his head enough to avoid Aizawa's gaze. "I was a piece of shit," he grumbles.

"That's not what I asked, Bakugou."

"Well, how else do you want me to explain it?" Katsuki snaps. "Do you want me to go over everything in detail? You want me to talk about all the times I beat him to a pulp? Or all the insults I sent his way because it made me feel strong? Or all the times our teachers encouraged it when I threatened him, because they thought it was funny? Do you not have enough information already? Just expel me and get it over with."

"Bakugou," Aizawa says. "If I was going to expel you, we wouldn't be talking right now."

That finally gets Katsuki to look up, if only because he doesn't believe what he just heard.

Aizawa is looking at him calmly.

"Are— are you fucking serious?" Katsuki snaps.

Aizawa raises an eyebrow. "Language."

"No, that's fucking bullshit! Are you serious?" Katsuki shoves himself to his feet, feeling a small bit of satisfaction at the chair smacking into the ground behind him. He turns to glare at Aizawa. "How can you— everyone here is supposed to be better than fucking Aldera! How— how does everyone just let this shit slide? You can't keep acting like it's okay! It's not okay! Nothing I did was okay! Why will no one ever do anything?"

Aizawa, like the asshole he is, hasn't moved. Instead he just sits in his chair, still facing Katsuki and looking up at him.

Katsuki jabs a finger in his face. "It was not okay," he insists, and he realizes, to his horror, that he's talking around a lump in his throat. "Don't you dare say it was okay."

Aizawa folds his hands together. "I wouldn't say that," he says. "Because you're right. It wasn't okay. Treating someone else how you did is unacceptable."

The lump in his throat doesn't go away, but some of the tightness in Katsuki's chest dissipates. He grits his teeth anyway.

"Then why the hell aren't you doing anything?" he asks.

"I never said I wasn't doing anything," Aizawa says, raising an eyebrow. "I said I have no intention of expelling you."

"What—"

"You know me by now," Aizawa says. "You know I have no qualms about expelling students. But I let that lesson speak for itself. If I thought you were still the same kind of person you've told me you were, then I would have expelled you already, and we wouldn't be talking right now."

"Well then why the hell are we?" Katsuki snaps. He has to snap. If he doesn't snap, he'll do something stupid like cry, and he is not going to cry in front of a teacher.

"You said your teachers encouraged your behavior," Aizawa says, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Is that correct?"

Katsuki glares down again, unable to meet his gaze. He doesn't see what the hell that has to do with anything. Yeah, sometimes they laughed when he picked on Deku. Sometimes they encouraged him to blame him for things. Sometimes they irritated him, pushed all his buttons and wouldn't leave him alone, because they knew he'd take it out on the nerd. But that doesn't matter. He threw the punch, so it's his fault. It doesn't bother him, anyway. The fact that they riled him up, like an angry dog. It doesn't ever make him feel like someone's trying to scoop out his lungs from the inside.

"What the fuck does that matter?" he growls instead of any of this.

"It matters quite a bit," Aizawa says. He sounds angry. It surprises Katsuki enough that he looks back at him.

Aizawa does look angry. But he's been calm this whole time, so why on earth is he angry now?

"Bakugou," he says. "I hope you understand that you were failed by your teachers too. Not only Midoriya."

Katsuki shakes his head, baffled and still, always, angry. "This isn't fucking about me—"

"It is right now."

Katsuki growls again, clenches his fists. He sets off several small sparks in an attempt to calm himself down. "Stop making it about me. I'm not the important one here. No one ever tried to help Deku. You're supposed to be better."

"I've already spoken to Midoriya," Aizawa says, which… what? "I am perfectly capable of helping two students at once, Bakugou. In fact I try to help twenty at once, most days."

That… that doesn't work. How could it be possible to help Katsuki without hurting Deku? That doesn't work.

"A teacher's job," Aizawa says, pulling Katsuki's thoughts firmly to the side, "is to help a student develop into the best version of themselves. What that looks like varies depending on the student, and the subject being taught. But there are some things that span all areas of teaching. One of the worst failures of a teacher is knowingly letting a student suffer. That happened to Midoriya, and please understand that I mean this when I say I am furious about it."

Katsuki looks up. With Aizawa's words, and the look in his eyes… Katsuki believes him.

Aizawa leans a little closer to him. "And another of the worst possible failures a teacher can commit," he says pointedly, "is actively encouraging a student to be a worse version of themselves. To teach them lessons they will later have to unlearn on their own. To notice faults and flaws in a student's behavior, and actively work against correcting them."

Katsuki stares at Aizawa. He finds himself in the rare state of being struck entirely speechless.

"I am furious about that, too," Aizawa says. "Because that is also a massive failure on your teachers' part. While it is true that you hold the blame for your own actions, you are not at fault for the people around you who were actively trying to make it worse. Midoriya's relationship with teachers is not your fault. And you are not responsible for fixing it. Do you understand?"

Katsuki opens his mouth. He can't make any words come out.

Eventually, Aizawa seems to realize this. His gaze softens. "Bakugou," he says. "I need you to know how proud I am of you."

Katsuki takes a completely involuntary step back. His breath shakes.

"Unlearning lessons like the ones you were taught is not easy," Aizawa says. "And I can see how hard you're trying to become someone you want to be. That's something you should be proud of. I want to help you get there any way I can. And that includes," he gives Katsuki a small smile, "calling you out on your bullshit when you need it. Got it?"

Katsuki stares in shock. "Did you just fucking swear?"

Aizawa raises an eyebrow.

Katsuki laughs, more than a little amazed. "Holy shit."

Aizawa smiles a little wider for one more second, then lets his face go back to normal. He stands for only a second, to pick up the chair Katsuki knocked over. Then he sits back down in his own. Hesitantly, Katsuki sits back down too.

"All this to say, no, you're not expelled," Aizawa says. "But if it is alright with you, I would like to set you and Midoriya up some sessions with Hound Dog. I think talking to someone about this will benefit both of you. Someone who isn't a teacher."

Katsuki swallows. The lump in his throat is back. He nods.

Aizawa nods back. "I'll set up your first session next week," he says. "Go enjoy your weekend."

Katsuki doesn't trust himself to speak, so he just nods again. Aizawa stands up and walks back behind his desk, then picks up his papers to keep grading them.

Katsuki leaves. He doesn't have a word for whatever the fuck it is he's feeling right now. He just knows he's going to hide in his dorm room until the lump in his throat vanishes.

…And apparently he's going to talk to a shrink next week. God, why didn't he refuse that? Aizawa just made it sound so reasonable in the moment.

Katsuki scrubs at his eyes.