Insomniacs

[Indie Hitoshi Shinso and Shota Aizawa. Open to all. Please read the Rules and About Pages.] [Follows from lking-rp-hub. All ask memes will be posted on that blog, please check that if you want to send anything here!]

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HEY just so y’all know I’m moving all my BnHA muses to a multi, since I wanted to write Nezu but had;;; way too many blogs. If you want to keep writing with me please give me a follow over there!

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angelicflurry​:

Urduja fell silent when he answered her question as she began to ponder whether or not her insomnia was trauma-based, but before she knew it they were in her room as she saw her homeroom teacher motioning her to her hiding spots. “Well, like I told you there’s the safe which I mainly use… Then there’s my flask which I hide under the mattress, or under my bed behind all of my shoes… And my drawers…”

Shota nodded, going through each hiding place carefully and getting any alcohol out to confiscate. Then he went through and searched the rest of her room as well. “Alright. That should be everything. And needless to say, if you’re bringing water for training, bring it in a clear bottle so I can see what it is.”

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angelicflurry​:

She stood up and began to follow behind Aizawa as she was told, looking up at him. She felt a bit guilty about taking time off when everyone else was in class, she knew it was for her insomnia but she still can’t help but feel it was a little unfair. “I-I don’t really need time off… What’s sleep studies, sir? I’ve never heard of them…” She asked on their way to the dorms, although there was some access to mental healthcare in the Philippines it was limited, so she never heard much about the treatments for insomnia.

“Exactly what it sounds like. Doctors study how you sleep so they can figure out how to improve your sleep. Although they can’t do much other than therapy if it’s trauma-based, usually.” He knew that from experience. “It’s good to do anyway, just in case.”

Once they got to her room, he gestured for her to start showing him all those hiding places.”

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angelicflurry​:

“What’s on this list? A schedule for Hound Dog and the specialist?” She asked, taking the list that was held out to her and looking at it’s contents. “Did Bakugo tell you about the safe in my closet? Because I have a tendency to put alcohol in there along with other stuff I don’t want people getting a hold of, I can write down the code to unlock it if you want…”

Urduja tensed up when he mentioned the security footage capturing the incident, looking down and breaking eye contact with her teacher. “…Yeah, I do… I’m sorry.” She sighed, feeling like the biggest fool on the planet. As she stood up and was about to leave, she remembered Bakugo’s words from that night.

“You still have time to fix this, but you need to be willing to ask for help.”

…

She turned around and forced herself to sit back down, trying her best to ignore that damn voice in the back of her head that was telling her she was beyond redemption, that asking for help would be pointless, she didn’t deserve help. “Sir, I-I need a bit more help, I think? I dunno…” She spoke up, trying to put what exactly she needed into words but unable to really figure it out as she continued. “Getting rid of the alcohol would help, but like… I started drinking in the first place to deal with my insomnia? I know it doesn’t really make sense but I usually try to get myself to pass out to force myself to fall asleep. And I think I need some medication…? All I know for sure is that I need a bit more help! I don’t know what but I do…! I know you probably wouldn’t trust me with anything like that after I got drunk in the common room but I… I…” Urduja fell to her knees, bowing her head. “I want to be a hero, I want to protect people, I want to be better… I know I’m a dumbass alcoholic but please, help me… I’ll do anything.” She sobbed, beginning to cry as she kept her face down on the floor.

Well, insomnia was something he could understand, at least. “Get up off the floor, Urduja,” he said, his voice tired but not unkind. “Medication and insomnia treatments will have to be discussed with Hound Dog, I’m not a medical professional. But, as someone who deals with their own insomnia, I can at least give you some time off and keep notes for you when you need to do sleep studies. I’m sure they’ll want to track how bad it is while they look for a solution for you.”

He got up, gesturing for her to follow, “For now, we’re gong to your room and you’d going to show me everywhere you’ve hidden alcohol before, even if there’s none there now.”

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The minute her homeroom teacher stared at her with a serious expression as he called her into his office, she already knew what it was about… She wasn’t really mad at Katsuki for telling Mr. Aizawa about it, what else was he supposed to do, act like a therapist for her? At least he didn’t pretend he could help her when he couldn’t.

That night changed the way Urduja viewed Bakugo, she thought he was just an arrogant asshole who valued his ego above all else but she was pretty surprised by the way he handled the situation and was the first person who seemed to understand and empathize with her, he wasn’t as much of a prick as she thought he was. He was no therapist but he did help at least a littlr by talking to her, she may have to thank him later, that is if she isn’t expelled.

“I’m guessing you’re here to expel me for underage drinking, sir?”

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“The thought occured to me,” Aizawa said, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair to stare up at the student standing in front of him. Her powerful quirk didn’t excuse her behavior - far from it, she needed to be even more responsible, if she was going to make anything of it. Someone who cracked under the pressure and turned to the bottle would get people killed.

Still, he leaned forward to grab something from his desk - a list of conditions. “You’ll have to allow mandatory spot checks of your room each week to be sure there’s no more alcohol. You won’t be told the time of the checks, and we will be looking through closets and drawers. There’s no privacy for a student that breaks my trust,” he started. “And you’re required to see Hound Dog and an addiction specialist each week as well. They’ll be reporting your progress to me, though the exact details of your therapy will be private unless you present a danger to yourself or others.”

He held the list out to her, giving her a hard glare. “Heroes hold lives in their hands. Based on the security footage of the dorms that night, you know better than anyone how it feels to fail that responsibility, don’t you? Don’t let it happen again.”

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explodcor​:

When it seemed apparent that Aizawa would definitely do something, Katsuki got to his feet and gave his teacher a small bow of gratitude. “…I told her already; if she’s not willing to get help or refuses it, then she doesn’t belong here with the rest of us,” he admitted bluntly. “Her carelessness could get someone killed.”

Bakugo was right, even if he couldn’t be the one to make that call. Aizawa did nod a bit at that. “I’m going to talk to her about treatments, or what other options there are,” he assured him. “I won’t let this get anyone hurt.”

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explodcor​:

Katsuki nodded. “It smelled like wine so there’s likely a bottle stashed somewhere else…” he explained. “She implied she had more. She mentioned that she’s done that sort of crap more than once.” 

“It could be possible that other students gave it to her, but I’m not sure about that…” 

He slouched deeper into the chair. “Honestly, if this wasn’t so serious, I probably would’ve gone to Iida or Yaoyorozu before talking to you directly…” 

“But it’s not just her drinking that’s the problem… she’s doing it in this reckless way to cope with some ongoing depression and I’m not an idiot,” he huffed. “I know I’m just some punk kid without any therapy training…” He shook his head. “Some adult needs to step in and tell her to go to counseling before she ends up hurting herself or others.”

Right... Aizawa didn’t want to have to start doing room inspections, really, but if his kids were going to start doing that sort of shit then he might have to. He hated the idea, knowing it would strain trust between them.

In any case, it was something to consider later. He had to resolve the current problem first, then he could figure out what to do to prevent it in the future.

He nodded at the confirmation it was ongoing. “You’re right, it isn’t your responsibility to handle this for her. I’ll take it from here. Thank you for telling me, Bakugo.”

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explodcor​:

Katsuki nodded his head and walked inside. He shut the office door behind him and went to sit in the chair that was offered to him. 

“…I was out past curfew last night,” he admitted quietly. He knew he’d likely get reprimanded for that shit, but there was no point in lying if he was ratting someone else out. “Couldn’t sleep so I wanted to get a drink downstairs to help with that.” 

“But… while I was out, I caught Urduja prancing around the common area with alcohol in her hand,” he added with a frown. 

Shota would hardly consider ‘going downstairs to get a drink’ as breaking curfew, but that wasn’t really the main problem, there. No, it was something far more serious.

He knew that teens were going to find a way to slip some drinks in at some point. It was a natural thing, pushing boundaries like that. He would crack down hard on that sort of thing but he understood when it happened.

The worrying part was that Bakugo was bringing it to his attention. If it was just a ‘fun boundary pushing’ thing, then he was more likely to scoff and ignore it. If anything, Iida would be the one to report casual underage drinking.

No, since it was Bakugo it was likely an ongoing problem. “Do you know if that was the only alcohol in the building?”

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Yeah, Katsuki was highly aware that ratting out Urduja would likely result in heavy consequences for her, but he knew his conscious wouldn’t shut up until he got some responsible adult involved. It wasn’t like they were even friends to begin with, so it was no skin off his nose if she hated him later for it. He knew that what he was doing was right.

What was more concerning to him was continuing to let it go unchecked until the idiot showed up drunk to her hero internship and caused someone to get hurt or worse. His classmate didn’t need to make it two deaths that she’d blame herself over. 

So, unsurprisingly, he ended up outside of Aizawa’s office. He sucked in a deep breath and let it out before raising his hand to knock on the door. 

“Aizawa-sensei…?” he called. “…Need to talk to you about something.”

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Aizawa took a moment to sigh. Of course his kids could come to him with anything, and of course he encouraged that. It didn’t stop him from being very tired, though.

After making sure his paperwork was put away, he got up and opened the door. “Bakugo. Come in,” he said, waving him into the room and pulling up a chair by his desk. It was unusual that Bakugo would come to him about anything, so it had to be serious.

... Which meant it was going to be a headache.

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“They’ve got something gay going on.” (ppigtails to Shinsou djdhdjdhd)

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"... You mean Mic and Aizawa?" Hitoshi said, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, I'd hope so, they're kinda married after all."

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“As a teacher and a pro hero, I’ve been called ‘Dad’ more than I’d like to admit. But at least that meant I was used to it when Eri said it so I didn’t start crying in front of her.”

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futurexheroes​:

He nodded eagerly. “Yes please? Thank you! Zawa nice~!!” He trilled

Well, it made his student happy, and there wasn’t much in there that could hurt him. So with a slight shrug, Aizawa handed over the fish head.

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futurexheroes​:

He leaned against Zawa lightly, purring gently. Izuku was very happy but attentive and maybe a little eager to have the bits they wouldn’t use

Well, Shota made sure to get rid of the bones and anything else inedible. But... He could give his son a treat. “You want the fish’s head?” he asked.

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futurexheroes​:

Red sneakers were left right by black boots. Izuku nodded at the offer though. “Kacchan does it sometimes~” He was trying to discourage Izuku from catching fish out of ponds in the first place but, he usually went a little head empty.

“Yeah, I was sure he’d have shown you before,” he said, starting up. His movements were quick, since he wasn’t really doing a proper demonstration. It was too early in the morning for real teaching.

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futurexheroes​:

“Why are your kids so weird?” Hizashi asked, getting up to follow him. Of course 1-A were their kids so, them being weird was more of a requirement at this point. Izuku was happily waiting at the door, hopping lightly since he helped them start their day!

“Come on in, kid. Remember to take your shoes off at the door,” Shota said, accepting the fish and heading to the kitchen. “Want me to show you how to prepare a fish? There’s a lot of knifework involved so it’s good practice.” Hence why he knew how to do it in the first place.

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futurexheroes​:

Another sad trill but, he nodded to show he understood before climbing back down-he did leave his shoes down there so his claws wouldn’t have to go through them to pierce into the building.

“...” Well, Shota could deal with the holes in the wall later. He gave Hizashi a pat before heading downstairs to meet their son at the door.

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futurexheroes​:

He whined, fins drooping. Izuku trilled an apology but tried to push the fish into Zawa’s hand for him to take it. If he climbed back down and went through the door, it would be gross and warm!!! They could get sick, so it was better for them to have it while it was cold. Although Aizawa could feel his husband glaring into his back-he better not take the fish. Izuku would still climb up the wall

“You can give it to me once you’ve come in properly,” Shota said. He wasn’t going to reward Izuku for climbing. “Then we’ll cook it and have it for breakfast, alright?” He would have to clean and debone the fish first, too.