Echo

seven.

愛 *·˚ ༘ ➳ 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 ❞

there was something wrong.

katsuki couldn't get out of bed.

he physically couldn't move an inch without a wave a pain striking through the back of his head. he had the headache as soon as he woke up and it felt just as bad as when it started. even after kirishima dropped off some painkillers, his head was throbbing, pounding, he could barely feel himself breathe.

his first thought was the hearing aids. they were bone anchored, it'd make sense for them to cause intense headaches, right? it was reasonable, logical, but according to his gut, it wasn't the root of his problem ( and the headaches would be mild at most, anyway ). and after he got rid of that possibility, his next thought was y/n. fucking y/n who messed with his head yesterday.

he knew she did something to him with whatever she whispered in his ear and as soon as he found the strength to actually get up, he was gonna kick her ass.

katsuki kicked his legs over the bed, pressing a palm to his head again and squeezing his eyes shut. it hurt. it hurt. it really fucking hurt.

katsuki kept his eyes closed, deciding it was the better option to at least mildly ease his headache, feeling around the bed for his phone. he shuddered and winced when another throb pierced through his head, hands shaking, "fuck, fuck- it fucking hurts,"

he couldn't think properly. he had his phone in his hand- what was he supposed to be doing? calling someone?

he couldn't think couldn't think couldn't think- he clicked on some random contact- he wasn't very focused on the name and typed in his request for aizawa or recovery girl or something- just someone that could ( dare he say ) help him. and then maybe get y/n too, because he knew for a damn fact that she had everything to do with it.

he hit send and clenched his phone- god the pain was just getting worse, it ached behind his eyes and the bridge of his nose, his shoulders we shuddering- it felt like fucking death. katsuki didn't remember much of anything else before he squeezed his shut eyes tight and lost consciousness.

"careful, careful,"

katsuki's shoulders felt loose as shivers racked his body. he groaned, lifting a hand to his head, rubbing the side. oh yeah, he had the worst head ache he'd ever experienced in his entire fucking life- he actually wanted to die. at that moment, there was only an extremely dull aching ( maybe it was only dull because of the intensity from before ), but for the most part, he felt fine.

he was in a hospital bed, recovery girl peering at him curiously, before going to type something on her laptop. aizawa leaned against a wall, watching him with careful eyes and todoroki was there, too- but he had no idea what fucking reasoning there was for that, and he wasn't too sure he wanted to find out, either. todoroki, having seemingly read katsuki's mind, took a step forward.

"you texted me," he said, waving his phone. "i'm sure you were having a hard time- your message was hard to read and... you texted me, so i got help immediately. you were passed out when we found you."

"from the pain, we assume," aizawa said before nodding to recovery girl, "sit tight. she's still doing tests."

katsuki nodded silently and rolled his shoulders before glancing over to todoroki. he offered what katsuki realized was his attempt at a comforting expression, "i'm glad you feel that you can message me in a time of need."

katsuki frowned, "shut the- no- don't fuckin' flatter yourself, ichyhot." he turned away from the split haired teen. "didn't even know who or what i was texting. jus' happened to be you, idiot."

"well, in any case, i hope you feel better." he felt todoroki pat his leg before bidding his farewells to both recovery girl and aizawa, and left back to class.

"bakugou." aizawa said, effectively getting his attention. "your manager, l/n y/n stopped by and told me a few days off would do you some good. you can rest up and she'll handle whatever she had planned on her own."

oh, right. fucking y/n. that dumbass who he was positive caused this little mishap. he was going to set her on fucking fire after getting his damn answers.

katsuki nodded, "thanks."

"rest up, kid. you're cleared to head back to the dorms for the rest of the day after recovery girl finishes up." he waved off and was out the door next.

"lay back, dearie," recovery girl chirped and with a sigh, katsuki did so.