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Shouto woke up sprawled across a first floor couch with a blanket draped over him. The dorm lights were off, and it seemed like it was way past everyone's bedtime. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes. "Hello?" he coughed out, voice hoarse. He thought he heard someone still up.
Shouto was frozen to his spot, vigilant toward something that didn't seem to be there. His whole body shook and shivered from the tension and the frost spreading across his skin, quirk not quite activated but ready to go at a moment's notice. Then, a moment later, his entire frame sagged as he coughed something fierce, spitting out bile, his eyes shut against the accumulating tears.
Shouto was sitting in the common room, staring up at the ceiling. He’d just returned from visiting his family for mother’s day, and it was... nice, even if he didn’t remember the whole day. Ever since that day in the hospital - or maybe since he’d started reflecting on his childhood - he’d become more and more avoidant of his mother. He couldn’t really articulate why. At this point though, he just wanted the day to end.
“Okay, but why are cats afraid of cucumbers?”
