It's late, stupidly late. 2.34am kind of late, which is hours past Katsuki's routinely bed time. Everybody in the dorms has become accustomed to his and knows he despises being disturbed while he's trying to sleep.

So why has his phone been blaring for the past 15 minutes..?

He groans, sitting up in frustration and snatching his phone off of his bedside table, prepared to either launch it at his wall or give someone one hell of a scolding. He'd chilled out a lot after the war, but that didn't mean he wouldn't smack someone upside the head if it called for it.

He pauses when he registers what exactly is on his screen though. He has multiple notifications, all messages from one person.

Izuku.

They'd been on better terms since after the war, but not 'spam text me at 2.34am' type of close, Katsuki thinks to himself. He checks over the messages, realisation dawning over him as he rubs at his eyes.

The messages are all from the same time period, reading;

Nerd: Kacchan.

Nerd: u awake?

Nerd: can I come to your dorm quickly.

Nerd: please.

Nerd: nightmare

Nerd: Nvm forget it, ik you're asleep sry Kacchan.

Katsuki sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. He grumbles, moving to shut off his phone and pretend he never read them, but something stops him. With a sigh, he acts on impulse, typing back a simple 'do whatever u want', before shutting it off and attempting sleep. A knock rings on his door only 5 minutes later, to which Katsuki shouts for him to come in, but at a moderate volume because he actually cared about sleep, unlike some people.

His eyes widen slightly at the sight of Izuku. He was clutching his pillow, a worried expression on his face and his lip wobbling, eyes glassy as the door swings open. There's a moment of awkward silence, before he gestures for Izuku to come in. He does, shutting the door behind him with a click and awkwardly shuffling in the room, gaze downcast.