Sweet Dreams Are Made of Screams

Katsuki Bakugo laid in his bed, very much awake despite his best goddamn efforts.

Not only did he have to deal with Deku somehow fucking beating him today, but now his chest wasn't cutting him a break either. It was like his brain was on a sadistic trip and instead of giving back his stupid sleep, it instead decided to plague him with guilt over what had transpired a little over half an hour ago.

With a stubborn 'tch' he crossed his arms over his chest, but his eyes betrayed him by moving to the wall that separated him and the, once screaming, woman on the other side. He scoffed in annoyance, remembering how he was woken up as if he had been doused in bone chilling water by the truly agonizing, piercing screams coming from the room next to his. He felt his heart tug again and ignored it, instead playing over the scene for the 20th time in his head.

~~~30 mins ago~~~

The agonizing screams were muffled, but he definitely heard them.

As he shot out of bed like it was on fire, he couldn't stop thinking how she was dying.

As he ran to the door blindly, he couldn't stop feeling sheer panic and adrenaline and...something else.

As he threw open his door, he couldn't help wanting to destroy anything that separated him from making that terrible sound stop piercing his goddamn soul.

Hearing the door slam behind him was the last thing Katsuki gave a fuck about as he rocketed to the door next to his in the blinding dark. It was even more muffled outside, but he could still faintly hear her screaming as if she were being fucking lit on fire from the inside out. Relying on instinct and adrenaline alone, he kicked the door where he hoped was right above the handle, and knocked it off its hinges, confirming it wasn't.

He looked around the dark room as his eyes adjusted and saw her thrashing in the bed. A million different scenarios raced through his mind, each one worse than the last as he lunged over to the area. Hand lit, sweat dripping, and mother fucking ready, he ripped off the blankets, grabbing one of the flailing limbs. The screams cut off, but a new scream came out, sounding more surprised and scared than 'I'm motherfucking dying make it stop'.

"FUC-" was all he got out before being pulled into the mess of limbs fighting for their miserable life. He landed on her flailing body and took a solid hit to the face. He growled in pain and finally pinned her arms to the bed with his hands and her legs with his knees. Of course, she didn't give up and shifted her body, almost throwing him off. He prepared a small explosion in his hand and held it near their heads in a last ditch effort to wake her up.

"FUCKING STOP MOVING YOU LITTLE RED SHIT!" He roared, his jaw lighting up in pain and emotions matching it in fury.

Her flailing and screaming stopped and he managed to take inventory of 4 reasons why that might be, before his hand had lit up enough to show the pale and sweaty face of Olivia. Only instead of her eyes being closed like he had assumed, they seemed to be just now opening, before widening at- oh shit his hand!

He jerked his hand back from her and his explosion went out at the last second before he realized the sharp movement had made him lose his balance, and immediately felt the pain in his back as he landed on the floor.

"Fuuuuuuuckkkking shiiiiitt fuckk." He groaned, annoyed, confused, pissed the fuck off, and in pain. The adrenaline left his body faster than he even thought was possible, leaving him drained and tired and feeling every bit of pain from his jaw. All because of two goddamn childish blue eyes, and torturous screams that wouldn't leave his own mind even after they had stopped.

"Bakugo?! What the- why are you here, how did you get here, where's Hitoshi…" Red's hoarse voice trailed off, and he heard the bed move as she looked around her.

It became quiet except for her erratic breathing and his own labored breaths.

"I'm at UA." She breathed, so quietly that he almost didn't catch it, but when he did he felt his fury raise up all over again along with the pain in his jaw and back. Was she fucking drunk? Was that the reason she was screaming? Did she even remember how she got in bed, or did she get too fucking shit faced and blacked out like an alcoholic at a goddamn bar?

"No fucking shit! Where the hell else would we be?" Katsuki sat up but couldn't see anything. Scowling, he added, "Turn on the goddamn light, you moron."

The room suddenly filled with light and he raised a hand over his face, blinking as he adjusted to it. Standing up fully, he glared down at the trembling shit faced banshee, not giving a damn how cold she was or whatever other reasons she could be trembling. He wasn't aware of how his frustration of feeling powerless after losing Deku was boiling over. He was unaware of how he was projecting feeling weak next to Icyhot, who Olivia had been partners with. In his just waking up fury filled mind, she deserved it. He had thought the alcohol drinking would stop when classes started, but it hadn't. She decided to walk into the most prestigious hero school and treat his lifelong dream like a goddamn joke, with her fucking alcohol and unwaivering stupid ass smile. She was the one drinking so much that she was freaking out and screaming while drunk and blacked out.

"I'm so so so sorry Bakugo I didn't mean to wake you-"

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T MEAN TO WAKE ME?! WHAT ELSE WERE YOU TRYING TO ACCOMPLISH BY SCREAMING LIKE YOU WERE BEING FUCKING SKINNED ALIVE YOU IDIOT?!" Katsuki rubbed his jaw in irritation at the pain brought from yelling and his glare at the girl increased in heat.

Her voice cracked, "Are you okay? Are you hurt? I'm so sor-"

"NO FUCKING-" His jaw throbbed, "no fucking shit, you damn banshee."

Olivia scooted to the edge of the bed, looking like she was going to say or do something, before dropping her head into her hands, sweaty and tangled red hair falling over her face like a curtain. Katsuki twitched, irritated she wouldn't even fucking look at him after all the trouble she caused by not being able to hold her damn liquor.

"I'm sorry." She almost whispered, clasping her hands together when they started shaking. What the fuck? Is she such a goddamn alcoholic that she's shaking to drink more? "I-"

"Fucking save it, Olivia." He bit back, annoyed he was so concerned about her for no reason other than her fucking excuse of a drinking habit, "I'm out."

She reached for him, but he started walking before she could touch him. As he pushed her door aside she gasped at its state.

"Give me a damn break, beer for brains. You're lucky it's even intact after the mess you caused."

Olivia didn't reply, irritating him even more.

"And if you can't manage to even fucking install sound proof pannels properly because you're too goddamn shitfaced... maybe you should drop out and stop wasting my goddamn time."

When he finished talking, he stepped over the door, and pretended the shaky inhale of breath behind him didn't affect him.

He stepped into the hallway, and pretended he didn't hear a muffled sob. Pretended that he wasn't wondering why he hadn't smelt any alcohol when he hovered an inch over her face.

He stepped into his own room and pretended the sound of her phone going off through the open space that once had a door didn't make him want to know who was texting her at this hour.

He fell into his bed and pretended her muffled sobs through the wall weren't because of him, but her own goddamn drunken fault.

As the sobs stopped and it was silent, he pretended he wasn't worried about if she'd have to sleep somewhere else because of the broken door.

And as he turned on his side and tried to fall back asleep, he pretended that he didn't feel any of the tugs on his heart that implied maybe, just maybe, he wasn't able to pretend after all.