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“Bakugou!” Aizawa's voice is drained, as he huffs, holding both of Katsuki’s wrists. “You need to breathe and you need to regulate-” He’s cut off by a piercing scream- Katsuki jerks and twists his body going limp in the knees in an attempt to crawl away from Aizawa- the effort is futile his grip is too firm which only results in Katsuki using his legs kick into Aizawa’s chest.
They’ve been at this for an hour.
Aizawa makes no effort to release the position he has Katsuki in, he’s not planning on letting him go. He’s already broken a chair, plates and has basically emptied most if not all of the contents in the fridge and freezer. Some students have begun to clean the mess that is splayed all across the dining area. Despite the amount of people that were occupying the common area, it is surprisingly silent. Expect Katsuki’s screaming and coughing.
Momo has begun to create a new chair, while Kyoka has turned down the lights slightly- Mina grabs blankets and Eijirou stands a little close to Aizawa in case Katsuki breaks free from his wrist hold. Izuku, tugging Shoto’s hand, as they leave the room suddenly.
“Bakugou, can you tell me what’s-” another scream, but with this comes another, and another and another and another.
Shouts, yelps, no’s, whimpers, gurgles.
Every rough inhale that Katsuki’s takes leads to a shrieking exhale. His body is writhing in whichever direction, his kicks are lacking in power and uncoordinated, he’s cough gagging. His side pinching, it hurts to scream to move, to be touched. It fucking hurts.
His screaming dies down to coughing, wheezing as Aizawa slowly allows him to fall to his knees, his sniveling snapping body whichever direction. Aizawa sits on his knees as well observing the motions before releasing his hold, allowing Katsuki’s hands to wander. They grab at the floor attempting to wrap his hand around something-anything.
Eijirou takes a step back, when Aizawa gazes at him, he directs his head in the direction of the kitchen. Letting out a small “Ooh!” as he understands what Aizawa is asking of him.
He can’t scream anymore, he’s been trying for the past minute and a half which results in a quiver and pinching side pain. He needs a release, to remove that smashing crushing feelings that’s in his chest- festering in his skull.
He grabs his strands of hair, yanking- pulling as hard as he can. Bits of blonde hairs fall to the ground and Aizawa had to once again grab Katsuki’s wrists, which received a sniveling inhale. “Bakugou, that’s too close to your hearing aids we can’t pull-” he breathing quickens at the statement. He needs something- something anything-!
“You’re going to pass out if you keep this up problem child, do you want to regulate yourself with me?” Katsuki can’t process what Aizawa is talking about, it sounds muffled almost underwater, if he had said something else Katsuki definitely didn’t hear as he was suddenly brought upwards and against Aizawa’s chest, face placed against his heart.
Katsuki whines at the new position, much preferring his previous position of being on his knees, arms harshly placed against the carpet. The roughness felt fine for a moment. “I know, I know, but we’re going to try this for a second okay?” Aizawa informs him holding his torso close, as his shirt dampens from Katsuki’s tears.
“Let’s breathe along to my heartbeat alright- In and out.” He mimics the actions as well, breathing softly as he encourages Katsuki to do the same. His panting and sobs soon turn into soft exhales after ten minutes of pushing his head away and nearly tearing the front of Aizawa’s shirt.
The position has changed once more in that small window of time. Katsuki’s legs wrapped around Aizawa’s torso, ears harshly pressed in his chest as he stared off into space. Aizawa had to fully sit down, legs crossed in the middle of the floor while the rest of the class worked around him. Katsuki didn’t mind the noise, but they were pretty sure that he didn’t know what was going on. Eyes blankly focused on a wall, he doesn’t blink for a while. Breaths steady and quiet.
“You must be tuckered out huh? How about we both move to a comfortable position okay?” He can’t see Katsuki’s face, his body is still, breaths barely noticeable. “Bakugou?” he rubs his shoulder getting no response. “You don’t have to talk, but can you just squeeze my shoulder or yank so I know you understand?” he waits for a moment, before he feels a light tug. Katsuki’s position stays the same.
Aizawa lets out a sigh before lifting him and Katsuki off of the ground. Katsuki’s head lays against his chest, eyes still staring straight blinking occasionally. He walks to the counter taking a no spill cup filled with juice previously poured by Eijirou, making his way back to the common area sitting with a huff on the couch.
“You must be dehydrated from all that crying, your throat might be sore too.” He pries Katsuki legs from around his body, he says nothing throughout the change as his head is laid in the crook of Aizawa’s arm as he pulls the sippy cup towards his lips.
Katsuki's eyes are still fixated forward, glazed as he sips with no expression. He’s like this for a while. Yaoyorozu places a blanket over them both as she exits the room, the room is empty now. Giving Katsuki space to feel content.
Katsuki finishes his juice, turning his head as an indicator. Aizawa sits it down on the coffee table, as Katsuki begins to drift off.
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When he wakes he notices that he’s in the same position. Despite the nap he feels drained, his face hurts and his head is throbbing. “How did you sleep?” Aizawa asks, looking down at him, Katsuki’s face flushes with embarrassment as he attempts to open his mouth but the words don’t seem to be able to form. He squirms-
“It’s okay if we’re having a verbal shutdown day.” Aizawa states sitting him upwards with a grunt.
Katsuki buries his face into Aizawa’s shoulder, he rubs his back soothingly as he hears footsteps approaching. Muttering is heard as Aizawa lightly touches Katsuki’s shoulder to gain his attention. “Midoriya and Todoroki bought you something, would you like to see?” He gazes upward seeing Izuku and Shoto- Izuku plastered with goofy smile and a to-go bag while Shoto avoids eye contact eating a bowl of Soba.
“Kacchan, Kirishima told me that he ate the last of the spicy curry and he didn’t realize that you didn’t have any other safe foods and were looking forward to eating it all day. He thought it was communal and didn’t see your name on it.”
Katsuki says nothing.
“He felt really bad when you got upset so he gave us some money to get you some spicy curry from that restaurant you like, and Soba for Todoroki”
“I like Soba” Shoto states.
Izuku holds out the bag for Katsuki to take but his body doesn’t move, only his gaze as he stares at the bag intently. Aizawa takes it from Izuku sitting on the table giving him a thank you as they both head towards the elevator.
He holds Katsuki steady as he takes the food out of the bag, opening the styrofoam container, taking the large spoon, creating a small scoop before pulling it into Katsuki's mouth. “Let’s eat something okay.” Katsuki opens his mouth and body relaxes, he takes a look around the room, taking in the dim lighting and the soft blanket on his body.
It feels good.
Aizawa takes another scoop, feeding him steadily. “We’ll take a store trip to get some snacks and drinks so that way we don’t have any mishaps. How does that sound?” Katsuki opens his mouth, not really paying attention to Aizawa’s comforting words.
Aizawa huffs a sigh with a small smile on his face as he gives him one more spoonful.
Katsuki hums , turning his head- he’s done eating. As he finishes Eijirou is stepping off the elevator, he looks dejected as he shuffles over to Katsuki. “Hey Bakugou-?” he mumbles out, Katsuki looks up at him with a whine as Aizawa is attempting to wipe his face with the wet wipes provided, as he squirms his head away from the cold touch Eijirou keeps talking-
“I’m really sorry I ate your safe food. It wasn’t manly of me- and it made me upset since you were talking about eating it all day and I ate it for dinner last night. I’m really sorry Bakugou…”
His head is bowed “S’kay” he spits out. “I um.. Like the curry so we can share it next time..” Eijirou picks his head up with a toothy grin on his face “Really! You’re the best Bakugou.”
Katsuki slides down from Aizawa’s lap, making his way to Eijirou, and giving him a quick awkward side hug. “M’not mad so it’s kay.” he quickly states before clamoring back into Aizawa’s lap tucking his face into his neck. “Thank you for apologizing Eijirou, that was very big of you. Eijirou flushes “Katsuki is still a bit small, so how about tomorrow I take you both shopping to get snacks together.” Eijirou's smile manages to get larger as he chirps out “Yeah! Totally, It’s going to be fun!” he excitedly races back to the elevator waving off.
“Goodnight Bakugou, Aizawa Sensei I’ll see you in the morning!”
“Night Night.”
“Have a goodnight Kirishima, I’ll knock on your door in the morning when it’s time to start getting ready.”
As they once again are left in silence Katsuki fidgets with his hands before speaking up “Time out?”
“What?” Aizawa asks
“Time out?” Katsuki repeated
“No Bakugou, you don’t need a time out-”
“But I-”
“Bakugou, how you process things are different from others and that’s not a bad thing. It's just like with Izuku we need to take some measures so you have what you need, so you’re not emotionally and physically drained.”
“Safe foods and having things that you can eat and how to regulate is something that you haven’t had to deal with until you came here. You’ve been by yourself, that's all. I won’t give you a punishment for slipping up and being exposed to something you haven't, just trial and error, we’ll figure it out together. Okay?”
“Okay.”