#thank u for letting me write baku being the most awkward socially stupid man alive

[hwitzr]

@crem8 threads that r like oh no both our charas had nightmares …. and accidentally meet/hang out during the night …… and then they talk abt deep philosophical things n never mention it again …

katsuki wakes with a tremor obscuring his senses and a gleam he can not smother. behind lidded eyes, there is the weight of thought that shines like star-dust, and no matter how hard he tries they won't open. he watches himself shatter, choke and vanish under cold benevolence, feels cloying flesh block his airways as he tries to scream. [ varying selves of inexperienced youth haunt at the edges where he should have been smarter, stronger, kinder. they fade to wordless snap-shots and he wishes that growing up meant forgetting. ] the memories repeat like a reel before the grasping hands that loomed melt into blurry vision. katsuki's next breath leaves him gasping. instinctively, flickering panic alights in his lungs as palms rub hard enough across his eyes to see shapes before he realises, oh. i'm crying.

it takes several moments before the disorientating wave that shudders through him finally eases. it takes several more, before he can even think. counting helps, up to ten and down again. as he does the rooms serene silence seems more familiar when removed of weltering shadow. [ he ignores the way the man watches him, half-lurking in the recess of his mind. ] touya had offered a room after a long night shift and naively, katsuki agreed, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he'd feel safe enough to sleep through the night with a pro just steps away. it hadn't. there's still that unsettling sensation in the pit of his stomach, the paranoia of someone waiting outside or any movement being a body. he sits up, throwing the twisted blanket off and stands. suddenly, the room is too dark. too quiet. head still spinning, katsuki stumbles before he's slipping on shoes and opening the door as softly as he can. touya won't mind if he passes out on the couch. hopefully.

what katsuki hadn't anticipated, was seeing the pro in question already sat in the living room. guess being quiet was a waste of effort. unsure of what to say or do, he stares. the flooring underneath creaks. shit. now what?

❛ uh... morning. ❜ what the fuck is wrong with him.