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Even since Katsuki was rescued from being kidnapped the class kept a very close eye on him.

Entire class 1-A was on guard, including Mr. Aizawa. The Bakusquad were the most protective, they never left Katsuki out of their sight, because even five minutes could be a potential hazard waiting to happen.

Katsuki felt weak, it was true. Everybody is on guard, treating him like some princess.

Yet even when Katsuki felt so weak and useless he couldn't help but love and appreciate those around him for caring for him despite how terrible he is to them. Pampering him as if he deserves it.

Maybe it was pity? Maybe it wasn't.

Katsuki wasn't sure even if he was sleeping in someone else's dorm every night. They insisted on such. Katsuki found the idea stupid and humiliating yet he found comfort in having someone there.

Somebody to watch over him and care.

Katsuki felt weak for liking the fact his classmates seemed to adore him, and not by looking up to him as if he was a god but caring for him as they do for those they care about.

Why do they care about him? Katsuki tells himself that they are doing this with the whole class, that they don't want anyone else to go through what he did but he's the only one who didn't sleep in his own dorm, he's the only one who got asked, "Are you okay?" And "Do you feel comfortable?" Every minute of the day. He's the only one with at least five or more eyes constantly on him. He's the only one who gets constant and steady check-ins by the teacher. He's the only one who's being pampered as if one of his classes blinked for too long, Katsuki would disappear.

There was no way the class actually believed they weren't treating Katsuki differently than the others. They were just bullshitting him. Just to make him feel better for being weak. And Katsuki should be mad, but he appreciated it. He appreciated the fact that they didn't want to come off as considering him weak, even if he knew deep down they saw him as someone who couldn't protect themselves.

So here Katsuki was, in the middle of the Bakusquad who watched him like a hawk during class. Izuku sat behind him, his eyes burning holes in the back of his head. The shit nerd who used to be even weaker than Katsuki made sure Katsuki was safe at all times. Izuku as well acted as if he blinked too long, Katsuki would disappear.

Katsuki reached rock bottom.

And as the day went on he was once again asked by everyone in his class, "Are you okay?" or "Do you feel comfortable?" All Katsuki did was nod, knowing that his mouth would either spill hurtful lies or the dreadful truth.

Was Katsuki okay? Sorta. Katsuki was scared, angry and confused but he was okay.

Did Katsuki feel comfortable? Sorta. Katsuki was used to having people follow him in crowds, but he wasn't used to being worried about it. Almost like he was being looked down upon instead of up. Yet no matter how uncomfortably different it was, he was comfortable. He was cared for.

The kid with the distant dream to be the number one hero, an unrealistic dream fed by his peers. And even now, when he sat in the common room, he was reassured by those he considered family now that he will always be the number one hero yet Katsuki knew this to not be true. Especially when he made eye contact when the green pair of eyes he grew up with. Someone who couldn't even take care of themselves now takes care of everyone and anyone. The actual number one hero. The one who actually deserved the title. Better than any pro.

Yet Katsuki found comfort in the lies. Put his childhood dream at ease. It was nothing but an ember, the end of a candle waiting to finally be put out of its misery.

It was funny, they called him a hero but Katsuki knew that they thought he was going to change sides. Why else would the villains go through such trouble to kidnap Katsuki? They saw something in him. Something his classmates most likely chose to ignore.

Katsuki wouldn't never stop trying to prove himself. To prove that even if he wasn't as strong or as nice he could still be a hero. That he cared. It wasn't just the number one stop he craved.

So even after everything that happened, Katsuki wondered, why? Why did they care? Why did I give him false hope? Why did they love him, for him?

Even as Katsuki laid in bed, a pair of arms wrapped around him protectively, Katsuki couldn't help but feel empty despite the warmth in his heart.

Would that ever go away? Could the dread that riddled his body be consumed by the loving arms of his classmates, the self proclaimed family?

Or was he to rot, waiting for his candle to finally die out.