Insomniacs

The few hours after the incident were grueling. The wounds weren't too deep but enough blood was lost to make it dangerous. Anzu wound up needing five stitches in her shoulder and the other two wounds needed to self-heal. Recovery girl couldn't be of much help due to Anzu's weaker state. Physical injuries aside, she couldn't remember anything after the blonde girl turned from Bakugou into someone else. No matter how many questions she was asked, it was like her subconscious had ripped the memory out and thrown in away. There was no explanation as to why. Bakugou was checked out to make sure he wasn't poisoned, turns out the girl used under the required dosage of sedative and that was why he woke up so quickly. If he hadn't woken up, Anzu most likely would've killed the girl off, or been killed. Because Bakugou was the only one with a license, to save Anzu's reputation Bakugou took full responsibility for the blonde's knife wound. The girl was now recovering in a cell. Ever since the incident, Bakugou could do nothing but worry.

Anzu opened her eyes to a white tile ceiling. It looked so similar to her old home, she simply sat there for a few moments. Dreaded leaving the comfort of the blankets and going to study her meaningless life away. Wishing she could adjust the sweltering or freezing temperatures that she was forced to live in.

"You up?" Someone asked next to her. It took her a moment to remember the voice. It was so raspy and hollow she almost didn't recognize it. Anzu sat up a little too quickly, regretting the action and wincing as she looked over. Bakugou was sitting across from the bed, looking at his phone. His hair was matted down and though he hid it well, had visibly dark circles under his eyes. "Took fucking long enough. You were out all night." He said standing up and walking over. It was slow at first but once it got going it wouldn't stop. The memories up until... That one moment. When Bakugou's face melted into... damn what was it?

"Where's the villain?" Anzu asked, shocked at her own voice. It came out so quiet she worried she may have to repeat herself. Bakugou leaned back against a wall, stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"They got her patched up then chucked her ina prison cell. Should be ready for questioning soon." Anzu looked over to the blood pump. Did she really lose so much blood? She couldn't remember. The blatantly obvious pot holes in her memory began to annoy her greatly.

"What did she do to you?" Anzu asked staring at the eyes she knew. She missed the warmness compared to the icy glares she had received all of yesterday.

"Drugged my coffee. I couldn't see straight around three yesterday, so I went to the bathroom to get some water. She followed me in and waited till I passed out, then hid me in a janitor closet." He scoffed at the idea, smiling ruefully at the floor. A burning desire for revenge lay in the depths, and she had to remind herself to keep him from doing something stupid, for his sake of course.

"How'd you know where to find me?" She asked, digging her fingers through her hair. Despite her night long sleep, she still felt exhausted.

"When I wen't to the haunted house Kirishima asked how it went and where you had gone. I assumed the fake went in there with you and I went through all the doors till I found the one you were in."

"Thank you." Anzu smiled. It was grim, and she hoped he didn't catch it.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"You didn't have to come looking for me... I don't know. I'm sorry I don't really remember much, but I just feel like I should thank you... that's all." Anzu looked up at him. She disliked him seeing her in such a pitiful state. She was met with the deepest look in his eyes she had seen yet. He wasn't hiding it anymore. It was blatant, untainted worry. He looked upset as well.

"Do you really think that... That I... ugh nevermind." He said, turning towards the door. Anzu grabbed his sleeve. She wanted to know what he was thinking for once. She had never been this close. "Do you really think... after all the time we spend together that I would treat you so badly? Am I really so bad to be around that I could pass as that bitch?" He asked still turned towards the door. Anzu felt icy claws up her back. Did he really think she felt that way?

"How did you know she was being an ass hole?" Anzu asked pulling his sleeve closer to her.

"I could tell. It was last time too. You always seem uncomfortable around me afterwords. I thought that maybe... if I started acting a bit better you would be able to tell the difference. In the end it was my fault you got injured." He spat to himself. She felt unattached to the conversation, like he was simply thinking out loud. He really did notice how much the Fake bothered her then. She hadn't even thought about how it must make him feel.

"You're so dumb you know that?" Anzu snickered pulling his sleeve in and tugging at a loose string at the wrist. "You really think that just because I went along with it that I didn't have suspicions? Everyone has bad days, even if Kirishima himself, the walking rainbow started acting like that, I'd just think he had a sucky day." Anzu smiled and the tense look in his eyes softened. It was so out of character to see him like this and it made her brain fuzzy. She didn't know why, but just seeing him made her giggly. It was humiliating.

"Tch, shouldn't have said anything." He grumbled. Bakugou never could admit that he was wrong, however she was used to it by now.

"Don't get all grumpy now! I'm just messing with you." She smirked, watching as he struggled with hiding embarrassment. Anzu was just waiting for the fit of anger at this point.

"This isn't important right now!!! Anyway... why didn't you use you quirk on the chick rather than letting her stab your shoulder!?" He asked, changing the subject and pulling up a chair.

"I couldn't get a break. I know that there's more to my quirk... Thirty seconds of eye contact is just... too much. There has to be another way." She said, looking out the window. She hadn't realized until now, it was pretty early. The sun wasn't even out. "Wait... were you up all night!?" Anzu whipped around, she hoped for his sake that he didn't. He looked to the side, checking the time on his phone.

"Tch... What's it to you?" He said, glaring out the window, silently hoping she wouldn't fuss. She could act just like his mother sometimes.

"What's it to me? Bakugou! You literally stayed up since five o'clock yesterday till four in the morning, With a sedative in your system!" Anzu huffed, pulling him even closer. She couldn't tell if she was mad because he was treating himself badly, or because that meant he was in the room with her all night. She knew the same thing happened when they shared a dorm, but he was usually the first to fall asleep. He wasn't watching her while she slept. She felt her face grow to a burning red, and compensated with arguing. "Go. To. Sleep." Anzu gave him a look. No questions asked, that was what it meant. He gave her an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not leaving you here alone." He muttered, brushing her hand off and plopping back in his chair. Anzu fumed, Was he trying to make himself sick!?

"What!? I'm not five I can take care of myself. What are you afraid of?" The second this slipped she felt the icy eyes rest on her, and knew she was in for a mouth full.

"No. Clearly you can't take care of yourself. Just look, you're a wreck! And from one villain too. I get that they had the jump on you but come on! I could've fried that shrimpy bitch in seconds!" He huffed. Bakugou glared at her with the same no questions asked aura. "What if one came back!? Then what? You gonna chuck the blood pump at them and hope for the best?" He challenged, demanding some form of answer. Anzu fought for words but all his points were too strong. If one came back, she was screwed. But none the less, his physical health was more important to her, and she refused to give in.

"I won't let you stay here if you don't get some sleep. Look at the circles under your eyes! I could go over them with black paint and the color wouldn't change!" She countered. Bakugou blinked for a moment then simply looked down at her, like the conversation was becoming less important by the second, and her opinion was become meaningless with every word.

"Listen. I'm not going anywhere so save your breath." He finished the conversation, returning to his phone. Anzu bubbled in her own frustration. He seemed to notice, but didn't pay her any mind. Several seconds later, he looked up again. "You're the one that fucking needs sleep. Take your own advice." He muttered, stopping for several seconds before returning to whatever it was that he was doing. Anzu took a deep breath.

"That's it!" She flung the covers away and stood up, her will not to wince was so strong she kept a straight face the entire time. Even though the pain in her ankles and hip grew by the second, she was too determined to go back. Anzu reached out and began to walk towards the door, pulling the back of Bakugou's shirt with her. He was so surprised by the quick action, he simply let her drag him for a couple seconds. He then stumbled back, flailing and toppling the chair he was trying to sit on.

"Stop! What're you nuts!?" He said, grasping at her hand, but she already had him half way out the door.

"Yup! Now go get some sleep you psycho!" She said pushing his chest backwards, and absorbing the shock when he went nowhere. He was on his feet now, grasping the doorway with glowing palms. She assumed this meant he wasn't going anywhere. With one swift motion she was off her feet and he picked her up under the arms like a cat. At first it didn't feel like anything, but slowly the pain in her shoulder began to rise up and she tried her best to rip his arm away.

"Ow! Wait put me down!" Anzu flinched, squeezing the bandage and trying to hold it in place. Bakugou's eyes widened in alarm, and he simply distributed the weight and held her up bridal style. The pain went away instantly, but it didn't change the fact that she wasn't on her own feet. "What part of put me down doesn't apply to you!?" She asked, squirming and feeling his grasp on her arm grow tighter. To this he didn't even respond, just plopped her right back on the bed where she started and sunk back into his chair, staring at her judgingly the whole time. He picked up the blood IV that fell out of her arm and placed it on the table. His silence began to grow unnerving. "Oh c'mon. Why can't you just go home for a bit!? You have school tomorrow." She said, sitting back up and hugging a pillow.

"How does someone so fragile think they can become a hero?" Bakugou said this quite bluntly, not to mention out of the blue. Way to change the subject. Anzu thought irritably.

"Excuse me. I am not fragile. Different quirks are designed for different people, and I'm sorry if I wasn't training every day of my life to save lives, I didn't know I would be doing this until four months ago! Considering the time and skill difference, I dare say I'm doing pretty damn well." Anzu retorted, glaring at his dumb expression. All she saw was a big smirk. A big, confident, wry, grin. And she wanted to punch his smug face.

"Maybe not. You'll still be a sidekick at best..." He muttered, scooching back in his chair as he dodged a smack to the face.

"Watch me! I'll take down you and Deku for the top spot, then we'll see who's the sidekick Ground Zero." She mocked, taking another swipe.

"You wish Eye Patch. Well, clearly you're lively enough to move around. I'll go see if we can get you home by tomorrow." Bakugou said, rising from the chair of his own volition this time. Well... now she had made a promise she probably couldn't keep, but none the less, she'd work harder than anyone in class 1-A to keep in line with Bakugou.

"Don't fucking move." Anzu heard the sound from behind her. Slow, venomous snakes began to crawl through her bones, up through her skin, breaking out at openings. It felt as if the venom was seeping into her muscles, and she collapsed in a shaking ball. "Shit. Get up. You're fine you hear me!? I will not raise another weak one!" A kick to the rib cage and her breathing became hoarse, the convulsions started and slowly the pain dulled into a familiar, writhing sensation. Again. Again. I will do it again and I will not lose. Anzu told herself, griping her heart and standing up in an odd position to keep her balance. All she could see was black. A figure was standing in front of her but his face was completely blurred out. Red eyes. Red eyes and white eyelashes that was all she saw. The air began to move around like it was under the effects of heat and she knew the figure was walking towards her. He was in a dream like stupor, one foot being placed at an incredibly slow speed. His voice. She knew his voice. He came to her in her dreams often to whisper words of malice or bloodlust. She had ignored them and eventually they faded away. Untill now. Stronger than ever he was here now, sending cold sweats through her veins and rendering her body useless as she took another blow to the stomach. She could feel the blood rolling down from her eye, pouring into her mouth as she fought for breath. Why? Why was she always using her quirk in these dreams? She spit the blood out and held her shaking hands thinking frantically for something. Anything to attack with, but she could never fight something she couldn't see. The metal chains around her wrist tightened and her legs began to float in a heavy read liquid. The little room began to fill with blood until it choked her out and she sputtered to spit the vile substance out of her mouth. Eventually it overtook her and she was floating, all will to live was lost and she felt herself desperately slipping away into a desire to die. The worst feeling she would ever feel. When life seems meaningless.

"I will shape you. Only then will I remove your shackles. Don't fail me. I can always replace you. Never forget that."

Anzu jumped from her sleep in a cold sweat. Immediately she ripped Bakugou's sweatshirt off and loosened the collar of her shirt. Her breathing was quick and empty, the fear and cold was everywhere. The dark room began to feel claustrophobic and she didn't know where she was. She jumped away, covering her mouth to keep from making noise as a hand reached out and missed her face.

"What the hell are you doing up!?" Bakugou was behind her, and she immediately felt a bit calmer. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, with a scratchy, sleep filled voice. She felt guilt wash over the swirling emotions and she was brought too as the sharp feelings in her muscles faded a bit. "Are you in pain or somethin' why're you shaking?" He asked, grabbing her wrist tightly. She hadn't noticed but her whole body was trembling. She willed it to stop but her nerves were shot and it was almost an instinct at this point. They had been watching a movie in Bakugou's room on his bed. Seemed they both fell asleep and she couldn't help but feel a bit awkward by the situation. He never slept with a shirt on when they roomed together, but this time was different. Even though she was under the covers and he was on top with a throw blanket, it still felt a bit out of place. He pulled her wrist closer and felt her forehead, of which she immediately ripped away. "You're not sick. You gonna tell me what's wrong or are you just gonna sit there?" Anzu swallowed a dry breath and composed herself, still the shaking wouldn't stop but at least now she could function.

"I-" She was stopped when Bakugou pulled his finger towards her face.

"Don't move." Anzu remembered the words from her dream and the screaming headache picked back up again. Bakugou moved his finger under her left eye, and she could feel her heart physically stop. "Your eye is bleeding... a lot" He said turning on the lamp next to her and pulling a tissue to her face. She didn't know what to do. The way he moved was so different and so much softer that she sat there awe struck. Anzu was immediately ripped from her thoughts when she pulled the tissue away, it was soaked. She widened her eyes and looked down at his pillow that she was using. It too, was drenched in blood, her eye patch was leaking blood down her neck.

"What the hell..." She said, standing up and moving towards the bathroom. Bakugou quickly went with her and when she turned on the light it looked like the entire left side of her face was covered in red.

"Is this normal for your quirk or should I call Aizawa?" He asked ripping out his phone, acting robotically as he damage controlled. Anzu put up a hand. There was no pain, she couldn't even feel it. She hadn't even noticed before he mentioned it.

"Yes... but only when I've activated it..." Anzu was awe struck by the weird events, removing the eye patch she could still see the blood pouring from her lashes. "Look away from the mirror, I don't want to kill you." She said, slowly opening her eye. The black void that she had always seen. Was red. In fact, the exact same red as the man in her dream. He had her same eyes. The symbol in the middle had turned black, and the blood just kept coming. Anzu closed her eyes and fear began to drench her. This had never happened before. The shaking grew stronger and feelings of unease began to creep up on her. Old foggy memories left as soon as they came and distant thoughts began to overtake her. But one kept showing up. She remembered the man with red eyes talking about... his quirk. He was telling her how to use it. Telling her, screaming at her but it felt so far away and she couldn't hear him. All Anzu knew was she was scared. Scared of the man with white eyelashes and red eyes. Scared of the man that shared her quirk.

"Snap out of it!" Bakugou yelled grabbing her by the shoulders. He had been talking to her the whole time, she didn't even notice.

"S-sorry." She said, closing the scarlet colored eye and placing another tissue. The bleeding stopped and she was left with so many question that her brain was running on high speed. "I got blood on your pillow ca-"

"Not important. Can you tell me what this means, you look scared." He said, walking her into the living area. Anzu sat back down on the couch, her muscles growing tight as the shivering still continued.

"I just had a weird dream... that's it." She said, not looking him in the eye.

"Cut the bull-shit. You trust me remember?" He reminded, her wrist still in his tight grip. A sudden fear of losing him came over her, and her heart began racing. Why was it him? Why did he mean so much to her?

"I had a dream... and nothing made sense... but it was a memory. I know it." She responded, holding his hand in hers without even realizing it. They didn't really fit together, his were big and full of scars. Hers were dainty and white, not a spot on them.

"I thought you grew up in one room your whole life." He said, locking gazes.

"So did I. But Bakugou... I activated my quirk in my sleep. There is another way." She said, shaking her head as the knowledge wouldn't come. Slowly, after a lot of searching for the right words, she described the dream to him. She watched slowly as a cloud overtook his honest emotions and she could tell he was keeping something from her. When Anzu was done with her explanation, she felt like a weight had been lifted off her chest and she felt almost embarrassed that she had vented to him. He probably thought badly of her now. Bakugou looked like he was deciding something, and slowly he tugged her arm towards himself until it was a swift motion. He wrapped his arms around her back, hugged tightly until she had to stop shaking.

"Stop trembling. It wasn't even real." He muttered, and Anzu lay stiff as a board. She hadn't been this close since the field trip. She couldn't tell if it was the sleep exhaustion making him like this, maybe the sedative was still in his blood? Whatever it was... she couldn't say she disliked it. Anzu tentatively wrapped her hands around him, returning the hug awkwardly. She had never done it before, but had seen in many times in the movies they watched. His arms were large and she felt he could crush her at any moment but the grip was strangely soft. He almost seemed like he was too tired to be grumpy, and her thoughts were correct, he did get clingy at night time. Although she tried to stop thinking about it, a smile kept creeping up and she felt oddly happy. How was it she missed someone that she never had? Anzu buried her face into his shoulder, it was warm and smelled like him. Bakugou purposefully let her fall asleep, resting her on the bed and turning to the door. He hated seeing her scared. He had never seen it before, though she didn't know much she still had quite a bit of confidence. Whatever happened in that dream had deeply worried her. And it worried him too. Anything that made her look like that needed to pay. Once he was sure she was asleep Bakugou left. He knew what had to be done. It didn't matter what time of day it was. Aizawa needed to explain a few things. The most important, being the death of the villain named Albino Cross. A man with pure white skin, he had red eyes, both containing a black symbol down the middle. He could shut the human body off at any moment. He rarely showed up, but when he did, the world was chaotic. He had a quirk, that potentially could've taken down the Symbol of Peace. But he strayed from that path. One day the Albino dissapeared. On the same day in fact that a man in the new paper died to his daughter's untamed quirk. He had his suspisions for a while. Remembered reading the newspaper when he was a kid, finding whatever information he could on the villain. At that time, aside from All for One, The Albino Cross was the second most feared villain in the country. Bakugou closed the door gently behind him. Aizawa had a lot of explaining to do.