Blame it on me

Blame it on my chapter 7

His knees and forearms were the first to take the shock from the fall and the real pain shoved him out of his panic enough to make him realize he wasn't dreaming anymore. He tried to get on his feet again, but he still couldn't catch his breath and even failed to force himself on all fours, not even mentioning standing up.

"It's okay. Just breathe."

Katsuki's head snapped up in shock and the air stayed stuck in his throat as the unfamiliar voice cut through the fog of his misery. Before he even registered to the happenings, Aizawa was crouching right in front of him. His messy hair was pulled back, revealing his blood shot eyes and instead of the neutral display of displeasure on his face, he looked rather worried.

"Katsuki, try to take a deep breath." He spoke again and reached out to wipe away a lost teardrop from Katsuki's wet cheek.

The touch didn't feel right, but it felt real. Katsuki's breath hitched and he sucked air in as he was told even though it hurt to do so. He couldn't keep it in for long and started panting again.

"It's okay. You're okay." Aizawa said and pulled him into a hug. He tried to push him away, but Aizawa only pulled him closer. "Just stay for twenty seconds. You're going to feel better, I promise." Aizawa said and put his palm at the back of Katsuki's head while his left arm was wrapped around his back. He drew soft patterns into his skin with the tips of his fingers and as his right hand slipped down to massage Katsuki's nape, the chronic pain was replaced with the gentle sensation.

Twenty seconds, was it? Katsuki slowly relaxed into the hug and rested his head on Aizawa's shoulder while his shuddering breaths became deeper and deeper. His mind was blank as he concentrated to the warmth of the body pressed against his.

"Were you hurt by the fall?" Aizawa asked after a while, pulling Katsuki further back to reality.

"Huh?" He managed to answer.

"Are you hurt?" Aizawa asked again, confusing the blond.

"Why?" Katsuki asked and the warm body pulled away from him and Aizawa was looking at him once again, keeping a hands on his shoulders.

"Do you remember falling down the stairs?" The man asked, keeping his voice so soft Katsuki wasn't even sure he was the one being spoken to.

Katsuki nodded hesitantly, not daring to move, still feeling nauseous and shaky, but not near as bad as before.

"Does anything hurt?" There came the question Katsuki wasn't sure how he was supposed to answer. He didn't know what was expected of him. He was told to be honest, but he couldn't tell wether it was the right choice to make. He simply didn't understand why it mattered for Aizawa to know if he was hurt or not.

"Where were you headed?" Came the new question when Katsuki failed to answer the previous one.

He glanced down to the floor and tried to gather his thoughts enough to manage to speak up but he just couldn't. He wasn't okay and he didn't know what to do about it. Was he supposed to tell Aizawa how much his chest was aching? How would that help? He felt a hand wipe across his wet cheek before tilting his head back upwards to face the adult again.

"Can you stand up?" Aizawa asked and Katsuki nodded even though he wasn't sure he could. He was rather pulled up onto his feet by the adult himself but managed to stay upright while he was led to the living room and Aizawa pushed him to sit onto the couch.

"Are you hungry?" Asked Aizawa and Katsuki shook his head, still feeling nauseous. He was back to reality by now and was fully aware of where he was. He had no clue what time it was or why Aizawa was even awake, or why he was acting so weird instead of sending him back to bed.