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pets the fluff of hair;

How did the other know that he liked it when Katsuki did that? However the bad thing was that it did make him kind of sleepy as well. Since it relaxed him. Izuku leans into the touch. Snuggling up to his boyfriend in the process as well. His eyes close as he takes it all in. "Mm, that feels good."

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when tf are we gettin' married.

"Whenever you want too. I'm down for any day. I just want it to be soon. It sounds like you want the same."

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He had looked and asked around everywhere. But no one seemed to have any answers on the other's whereabouts. Defeated, Izuku comes back to where he had said he'd meet up with Katsuki.

When he arrives he should've expected that he'd see a body on the ground. Typical Katsuki.

A sigh escapes him as he looks at Katsuki.

"Did you really have to kill the guy?" Izuku asks. But of course he knew the answer.

Izuku shakes his head already dismissing the topic of the dead bystander. He moves his arms over his head as he frowns.

"I feel like we're just going to keep wondering in circles! It seems this guy has a good way of shutting people up if they do actually no where he is."

No one would give him any answer. It just made Izuku more tired.

💥 ──── PICKING TEETH WITH RIB BONES, KATSUKI SIGHS.

another fuckin’ dead end he thinks to himself as he stares down at the gory scene before him, the guys rib cage having been torn open , stomach contents littered about and the blond scowls.

❝  all you had to do was fuckin’ talk but whatever.  ❞ he snorts down at the body and sighs.

plop.

the oni sits down on tatami mats and continues picking at teeth. he can hear movement, footsteps, slight humming. hm, izuku was back already? shimmering carmine eyes watch as the door slides open and blond allows hues to skim over izuku.

❝  so, any good fuckin’ news or leads on him ?  ❞

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He should realize that him and alcohol really do not mix. Considering his judgment always leaves the window whenever alcohol was involved. Hence why the first thing he thought to do was break the window instead of knocking on the door to get to Katsuki.

However, to his defense in some way he knew Katsuki wouldn't have come to the door if he had done that. Not that it made this version any better. But the second he had heard him coughing a lot, he had to make sure the blond was okay.

No matter how badly the other told him to not see talk to him anymore. If the blond wasn't doing well, then Izuku wanted to make sure that he was all right. That's what mattered to him.

Obviously once he sobered up he'd be replacing Katsuki's window. That was a given. it was his own mistake, so the other didn't need to tell him he was going to do it. He was just glad that he didn't end up getting any glass on Katsuki.

He lets out a breath as looks around as the glass is on the floor. Izuku bites down on his lower lip as he looks at Katsuki. The greenette blinks a couple of times as he's unsure of how to handle what he just did.

"I-I'm ssssorry. I tthhought yyyou were inn troble." Izuku slurs. Ugh why did he have to go and ruin things once again with the blond? He just wants them to be okay again. That was all.

💥 ──── HE DOESN’T HEAR SHIT FOR WEEKS.

and katsuki thinks he’s finally able to be at peace, to move the fuck on from the feelings. their fight replays in his head as he takes on a fuck ass purse snatcher and maybe he’s a bit too distracted (he hasn’t been sleeping well, okay?!) and he’s hit with a quirk.

a goddamn illness quirk.

what a shit quirk to have.

achoo!!

katsuki sneezes into sleeve of hoodie and he scowls, gazing out as thunder illuminates the dark skies, fanfuckingtastic. it’s been two weeks already and he’s still sick, a loud sniffle and he grumbles, falling back against worn leather of couch. if the blond hadn’t been so fuckin’ caught up in his feelings, maybe he’d be able to afford a nice one. . .tch.

grabbing onto tissues, he blows heavily and sighs, slumping back. fuck, does his head pound…wiping said tear from his eye, katsuki begins to day dream about things on his mind, maybe if he hadn’t been so damned stupid…he’s so lost in thoughts, in his slight fever that he doesn’t see the silhouette outside window of balcony.

the breaking of glass does catch his attention and he snaps out, nearly falls off the couch as he breaks and there he stands - hah?!

❝  ‘hat ‘he ‘uck?  ❞ the pro hero attempts to screech only his voice cuts off, dies and it fuels a coughing fit, holy fuck!!! was, was izuku not normal?! were the blows to the head finally getting to him?! who in the hell breaks a window to get to someone?!?!?!!!!

long, drawn out sigh and he yanks the cold washcloth over his eyes, nope, nu uh, blond ain’t dealin’ with this shit right now.

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The idea of talking to someone, it just seemed more like a turn off. If he already relives those bad memories inside of his head, then why would want to talk about them with someone? "I just-. I don't know what to do. The thought of anyone trying to get inside of my head is scary to me." Izuku states. He really does hate feeling like this. The constant worry of what could possibly happen again? It was exhausting.

But he just didn't know how to get out of this rut. It didn't help that the blond was telling him that he didn't want to be better. This causes Izuku to suck in his cheeks. "I do want to get better, but it's hard when I've let these thoughts just consume every part of me." Izuku states. Maybe he just needed to listen to Katsuki. Maybe a therapist would be able to be worth his time.

He's taken a back when he's hit. Stumbling back a little bit. That was something that he wasn't expecting to come from Katsuki. He thought that maybe he'd get a little bit of a kiss back first. But not punched in the face. It's not like he can really fault Katsuki for this. Considering Izuku did very much catch him off guard.

Though the look on his face after Katsuki told him not to call him hurt. All he's ever been trying to do this entire time was see Katsuki. Izuku really hoped that he hadn't blown his chances with the blond. So forgive him for drinking a little bit after everything had happened.

Considering Katsuki told him not to talk to him. It crushed him and he was hoping that he could change the blonde's mind. Somehow he found himself outside of Katsuki's apartment. He hadn't done anything too drastic until he heard a loud noise coming from inside. (It definitely sounded like Katsuki.)

So, without thinking he breaks some of the window and rushes in to find out that Katsuki is just laying down on the couch. Coughing pretty loudly. "Ka-kaccchan?" Izuku slurs.

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the two of them once again getting into an argument. katsuki had thought they could have a civil conversation this time but nah, it was obvious to him that izuku was dealing with a massive amount of guilt and trauma but katsuki wasn’t gonna sit here, entertaining the idea nor was he gonna listen to the damned excuses that greenet was going to no doubt come up with.

❝  jesus christ, izuku. talk to fuckin’ someone about this. . . goin’ out in the field ain’ gonna be like last time. we can’t keep bein’ called for dumb shit like a car burglary.  ❞ he snaps. that’s what it’s led to though - becoming a small time hero for small time petty crime. help, someone’s stolen my purse, i've lost my cell phone, my cat is in a tree! this is what katsuki had fought for, died for?

❝  nah. you don’t wanna be better, i can fuckin’ see that.  ❞ another scoff, it was over. katsuki was done arguing with a wall, izuku could be a stubborn asshole. shrugging on his jacket, the blond takes a shot of water. whatever, it wasn’t like he was going to drive; he was just going to wallow again inside of his car, thinking of just what the fuck had gone wrong between them.

grabbing phone and car keys, he sighs and allows the words to spill. scarred hands suddenly grab at him with unmeasured strength, and katsuki stumbles back, narrowly missing the damned bar stool.

❝  don’t you fuckin’ start.  ❞ he snarls. ❝  i don’t know who in the fuck you are, but you ain’t deku, you piece of shit.  ❞ katsuki hisses back. he still remembers it, his fourteen year old laughing maniacally inside of his mind; snatching all the hero analysis books that izuku would always fill out. . . that’s all he had wanted to be, be a hero. .

he’s yanked forward, katsuki moving to grip onto scarred wrist, what in the fuck?! ❝  oi.  ❞ he begins, palms beginning to light up sparkle as izuku babbles some damn nonsense before suddenly they’re kissing. a blink, once, twice. he feels izuku press onto him, deepening the kiss and yeah, this idiot’s lost his goddamn mind.

smack!

katsuki strikes izuku across the face and he shoots izuku with a dark look. so now izuku wanted katsuki to become a homewrecker?! ❝  don’t. . . don’t fuckin call me again.  ❞ katsuki hisses as he shoots izuku a look of betrayal, of disgust. private booth door is yanked open, conversations spilling into the room and he steps over izuku. door is yanked shut, shoulders slump and katsuki begins to shuffle back to his car, in a daze.

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He probably should've thought of a different place for said vacation, but once he found out who owned the inn; he had to come. Izuku had to see Katsuki again after all these years. There was just no way he could allow himself to move on without at least attempting to possibly spark up some memories from the past.

Though of course digging up the past would also mean that he'd have to remember why he didn't get to go see Katsuki in the first place. Everyone had thought that he was the reason the blond got hurt that day. Well, everyone except for his mother. She was the only one he could count on. Plus, if Katsuki hadn't lost his memory, he knows that the other would've really explained what happened.

Izuku wasn't about to admit that he felt sad whenever Katsuki disappeared of the room. The whole reason why he came down here in the first place was to try and connect with him. Just what was he doing wrong? The greenette let's out a small sigh before walking over to Toshi to see that he had finished his puzzle. 'Cute.' He thought. Least he had his kid to cheer him up as he ruffled his hair.

For the next few days, he left Katsuki alone. Didn't want to keep bugging him if he wasn't interested. However, he did let Toshi go into the lobby to get his candy still. Just without him. He would stand outside the door and wait for Toshi to get done. Except, he did sneak a peak at the blond as they would leave to go do whatever on their last days at the inn.

When it came down to the last day, he decided it was time to talk to the blond. So, he walked down to the lobby leaving Toshi with Katsuki's grandpa. (Who had insisted on watching him after bumping into him in the hallway.) Izuku allowed it. As he makes his way to the lobby he walks up to the front desk.

"Well, I'm checking out tomorrow." Izuku states. It was easy to tell he was nervous as he was fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "Listen-." Izuku starts. He rubs the back of his neck before glancing at the other. "I'm sorry if I came on a little strong. It was never my intention to do that to you."

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catching sight of the roll of eyes, katsuki scoffs. whatever, he wasn’t gonna sit here and argue with a stubborn fool. if the stalker wanted to believe that he had seen katsuki before, then fine. he wasn’t gonna sit here and argue over it. especially not in front of the guy’s kid.

wrapper crinkles in his hand and he unwraps his own packet of jelly, allowing the sweet syrup flavor to coat his tongue. blond gives the guy another look, this time one of bafflement. . . he’d be alone in a hot spring, hah?

❝  that’s the fuckin’ point of them, ain’t it? to be alone and relax. . .?  ❞ katsuki trails off, he’s so damned baffled; just what in the fuck was this guy’s problem? sure, their inn was small, only having a total of twenty rooms but four of them did have private baths with a look outside to view the glistening lake and the guy didn’t want to spend the time relaxing? he wanted to spend it watching katsuki be bored outta his mind, slurping jelly packets and sketching?

it causes blond to sit up straighter, hues narrowing. so, he was one of those guys, hah? why in the fuck did he suddenly want to know about his family? he feels it again; the sting of an ice pick thrust into the back of his eye and katsuki makes a face as he feels the headache slowly turning into a migraine, fuck.

don’t make a scene. . . don’t make a scene. . . katsuki tells himself as he gathers his materials, colored pencils being thrown into pencil case, sketchbook flipped shut, phone is put to sleep. he wasn’t gonna make a scene in front of the kid, no. but this guy was seriously starting to piss him off. grabbing said items in his hands, katsuki shoots the guy a look of disgust.

❝  only during breaks.  ❞ the blond suddenly hisses as he slides off stool with a huff, no. fuck this creepy ass guy, usin’ his kid for this, what in the hell. ❝  i gotta get goin’, think i hear my hag screechin’  ❞ katsuki growls as he turns away, disappearing out of sight. wooden clog patter out of sight as he makes his way upstairs and into the makeshift apartment he shared with his grandparents and folks.

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He sets Toshi down so that he doesn't have to hold him anymore. Even though he can still lift up his child, it does get tiring after awhile. So, he allowed the toddler to go off and get one of those puzzles from the cabinet that he wanted to do.

Izuku scrunches his nose at Katsuki's comment. He knows what he's seeing right now. This was real. It wasn't some supernatural thing, he's been awake this whole time living in the real world. So, he knew that Katsuki wasn't fake. His blond spikey hair gave him away.

"Nope, I'm being serious. You remind me of someone I used to know." Izuku states. Saying it aloud for him again. There was no way he was dreaming any of this. He couldn't be. Izuku shakes his head and glances over at the other's art. He could kind of see it. While he didn't want to be nosy, he couldn't help it. The blonde's design was amazing from where he stood.

There was a roll of his eyes then considering Katsuki still thought this was some supernatural thing that he was referring too. Yet he wasn't. He knew exactly what he meant. He wasn't going to let the blond tell him that he was hallucinating things or something similar to the sort. He lets out small groan. But he wasn't about to repeat himself. Not right now. Katsuki already got the message.

He was hoping that Katsuki wouldn't find it weird that he wanted to keep him company. It had to get boring down here when there were no customers. Even if the other did seem to be busy with something at his desk. Even if Katsuki didn't want him to speak he could give him that space too.

It was true, he could go soak in a hot spring. But why would he want to do that when there was a cute blond sitting by himself at the front desk? "I think it'd be more fun to talk to you. I'd be by myself out there." Izuku states. He'd have to figure out an idea for Toshi to not be by himself.

Toshi senses that another candy piece has been given out and he hurries over to grab his. Izuku can't help but laugh. That kid of his was something else when it came to sweets. But he doesn't blame him they are good. Izuku thanks Katsuki for the sweet given to him as well.

"I see. Do you spend a lot of time with your family?" Izuku asked. He was only curious since it seemed like they all worked together here. Plus he was happy to make small talk with the blond.

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he wondered what kind of hero costume this guy would design. costumes. . . heroes, pfft. why the fuck had his teacher assigned such a dumb assignment over break? rumi-sensei and her unhinged ideas. . . granted, don’t get katsuki wrong────she had an eye and a skill for design but damn hero costumes? were they ten? ugh. . . whatever.

you remind me of someone that i used to know.

those words cause him to pause once again in his sketching before the blond turns over to a new page, hah? what in the hell did that mean? sure, katsuki had modeled for some baby wear when he had been a toddler, but that had been sixteen years or so ago. the nineteen year old future designer would’ve remembered someone like this now that he’s older, but he doesn’t.

quirking a brow at those words, katsuki scoffs but doesn’t bother to respond. yeah, he realizes it now that this guy was totally flirting with him, what in the hell. but alas, he was a guest. . . so it’s not like katsuki could get him kicked out, their inn was small, compact────not big or luxurious. blond couldn’t taint the legacy of his family now, could he?

❝  mmm, maybe you saw a yokai or some shit like that.  ❞ he says with a huff of laughter as he begins to once again sketch a new design. brows furrow, tongue peaks out as he adds various concepts from his old one: x across the chest, gauntlets, grenades, combat boots, mask. . .hm, he’s onto something here.

pause in his work, katsuki sets the pencil down to give a yawn. ❝  might wanna get that demon exorcised from the place.  ❞ another laugh; slight yawn before he begins to scribble down various design notes-fabrics, textures, color schemes, hm. tearing his gaze away, katsuki peers up and allows his eyes to roam over the stranger’s body, hm. he wondered just what he did for work? construction. . . or was he in a gang? hell, katsuki himself hadn’t seen it but his ma had gone on about the sleeve of tattoos. . .

another pause, brows are furrowed. keep him. . .company? it leaves the blond confused, baffled as hell. sure, the gift shop was pretty quiet and that was normal, tourist season was beginning to near its end. but why. . . why did this guy want to keep him company? maybe he wanted more than company. . . ? then again. . . the guy was hot as fuck and had a kid.

❝  dunno why you wanna keep me company when you can soak in a hot spring.  ❞ blond snorts as he shuts sketchbook. digging around in the sleeves of his yukata, his phone clatters onto the counter as katsuki holds out some homemade jelly packets. he hands izuku a melon one due to the green hair and a lemon one to the kid, he keeps the strawberry one for himself.

❝  hag and obaasan like to make small batches at a time, hence why we don’t got a lot. ❞ he blurts out suddenly, the fuck?! what in the hell is he sayin’?! katsuki rarely talked enough for two people────but for some reason, he found himself opening up to these complete stranger. . .he felt at ease around him.

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Well, shit. He totally forgot that this Katsuki doesn't know him how they used too. The name just sort of slipped out because it was how he was used to calling him. Ever since he was little. How was he supposed to just grow out of that habit? When he never called him Katsuki before? It was going to be difficult for him to make that transition.

Izuku can feel his cheeks turn a little red as the blond calls him out on saying that name. Guess he had said it out loud without meaning too. "Right, right. I knew that." Izuku states. Feeling a little flustered now. But this was a good opportunity to try and see if Katsuki could get some memory back. It'd didn't hurt to try anyway.

"It kind of just slipped out. You remind me of someone that I used to know." Izuku states. He began to wonder if he should bother showing a picture to Katsuki on his phone. However, right now he figured that may be too much for the other to take in. Considering he'd have pictures of his younger self to look at and would know.

The greenette smiles softly a little, "You just look a lot like him, like an older version of him is all." He only knew Katsuki from when they were kids, but from how the blond talked, it seems like he wasn't wrong that this is the person he'd been wanting to come back too. Even after getting into an encounter with a crazy chick over the years.

Though, he was happy that he got Toshi out of it. Izuku wouldn't change that part for the world. It took some getting used too at first. But if the mom didn't want to be in the picture that was fine, he didn't want her to be. He'd rather Katsuki be the one to take her place. Be the other dad to Toshi eventually.

Was it wrong of him to be thinking about that right now when they were talking? Izuku didn't care though, it was what he thought and he wishes he could just tell Katsuki everything. But how was he gonna do that when the other doesn't even know they used to be so close?

Izuku finally snaps out of it once he hears Katsuki talking to him. Toshi's eyes light up as he sees the other candy being given to him. "Thank you." Toshi said. Izuku smiles when Toshi was polite about the candy. "Oh right right, I was kind of wanting to keep you company? That is, if I'm allowed too. Toshi wanted to do some of the puzzles down here too."

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but then again, katsuki doesn’t have that much time to just sit and yap. and yet, he couldn’t help but be transfixed by the guy and his kid, there was just. . . something about him. the more he thought about it, the more the headache behind his eyes began to grow, the hell? every time. every fuckin’ time he caught the guy’s eyes────a headache began to grow. katsuki found it strange. . .

shaking the thoughts from his mind, he squints at the sudden nickname befalling the strangers lips, hah? kacchan? had the two of them met before. . . ? katsuki had asked his hag and she had denied such a thing, same with his old man. maybe the two of them went to the same school? a pause. nah. ain’t no way, this guy seemed a bit older than katsuki, that didn’t make any sense.

❝  who the hell is kacchan, hah? ain’t my name.  ❞ katsuki scoffs, seriously. just who in the fuck was this guy? a stalker? he sits back once again, eyeing the other. maybe he’s getting a bit uneasy all of a sudden; a random stranger actin’ like he knew him. . .

lips form into a scowl, blond eyes the guy once more. no, maybe he misheard, maybe he’s lookin’ too much into it. the guy had a kid after all; he couldn’t be a random serial killer, could he? yeah. . . yeah, he’s just lookin’ too much into this. . . .probably all the damned stress he’s under at the moment. stress and deadlines.

watching as the little guy begins to munch on the sweet candy, katsuki hides his grin behind his hand, so, the kid was fuckin’ cute. bright sunny smile is suddenly shot his way and katsuki chokes on his spit as he feels heart skip a beat, hah?! wait────did this guy come here to flirt openly with him?! no, katsuki couldn’t. . . he couldn’t sit here and flirt with the guy, no matter how much he wanted to.

biting his lip, the blond ignores the smile that’s shot his way before he snorts. once again, he opens the sketchbook to where he had snapped it closed. ❝  oi, i’m a good influence now. sorta. still curse like a fuckin’ sailor but i don’t give a shit.  ❞ he states with a sneer, gaze turning to his work as he erases a part of his design with a sigh.

❝  anyway────ya need somethin’ besides candy?  ❞ katsuki asks as he grabs another packet of candy and opens it for the kid. ❝  lock yourself outta the room again? lose your slippers? need the security lock reset again? ❞ the blond college student begins to list off before he pauses in his work and gazes up to meet jade green eyes with a quirk of brow. so, the guy was a bit of a fuckin’ weirdo but nevertheless, katsuki found him interesting.

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Christmas art by axonomi (mha animator)

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The idea of anyone having to carry the weight of his trauma was something that Izuku didn't want to mess with. Hence as to why he's attempted to go to therapy, but he never stuck around long enough to find out if they helped.

There's a sense of hope in his eyes as he looks at the blond. But both of them know that that's something Katsuki can't really promise. "I wish I could believe you." Izuku states. He wanted too, it would be nice to believe that. But Katsuki was right. All the voices inside of his head were telling him differently. They had been for years and he wasn't sure how he could get them stop. "I don't like letting them win, Kacchan. However, it's like any time I think about going out there on the field I think about everything that went wrong last time. Reminding me how even the brilliant plans can fail."

He shakes his head while clenching his fist together. (Something he did a lot now.) "I want to be better, I'm tired of reliving the same trauma over and over again."

His eyes widened when he hears Katsuki say that. Making him push him back, but not enough to fall back on the stool. "Don't you dare say that!" Izuku exclaims. He reaches out, taking a hold of the other's shirt to pull him forward. Izuku wasn't sure what came over him. But he doesn't care. "Just tell me you'll forgive me after doing this-."

Before the other could say anything he crashes his lips onto the other's. Allowing himself to deepen the kiss in the process.

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he’s in disbelief, is the thing. watching the emotions cross izuku's face: sadness, anger, happiness. . . ? shit, this wasn’t right in the slightest. had izuku even spoken to anyone about any of this trauma?

❝. . . you ain’t gonna lose me a third time, idiot.    ❞ the blond grumbles. there wasn’t really a need for hero work anyway anymore. besides, who in the hell was going to rise to the ranks of that asshole looking fuck face? nobody. it’s been eight years, ain’t nobody risen up to challenge, to take japan once again. so why in the hell was izuku so worried about such a small matter?

❝  you think i didn’t have panic the first time i went out onto the field again, hah?  ❞ katsuki huffs with hollow laughter. ❝  i was scared shitless but in the end, i didn’t let that stop me, i  didn’t let my demons win like they’re winning against you.  ❞ the pro suddenly bites back. what in the fuck had happened to izuku? was this. . . was this a goddamn imposter? a clone? ain’t make no sense. what happened to the four year old who always whined and dreamed about being a hero? what happened to the sixteen year old who had confessed to wanting to open an agency together?

soft touch to the hand, katsuki gazes down. . . what. . . in. . . the. . . . fuck. no, no. fuck this, hell nah. yanking his hand back as if being burned, the blond glares. heart skips a beat, thump, thump, thump. katsuki needs to go. this conversation was over, done.

❝  yeah, well, if i would’ve known that you would’ve turned into this────then i wish i could’ve stayed dead.  ❞ he hisses back, throwing some yen onto the table with a huff. it was just like katsuki had thought: it was pointless coming here in the end, they hadn’t really talked about shit. years spent────yearning, pining, wanting. . . maybe kirishima was right, maybe it was time to finally move on from these feelings.

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The last thing he wanted to do was for Katsuki to think he was trying to be funny. That's not what this is. This was probably the blonde's first time experiencing something like this. So, he was aware he might need to be a bit more lenient with him on his reaction to these things.

Izuku was kind of used to this, so sometimes he just used jokes or positivity as a way for him to cope with the situation at hand. It's not how everyone handles dramatic events. But it was how he did it. The greenette did feel awful for making the blond upset. That was his last intention.

After looking at the flowers he couldn't help but smile. Knowing that wasn't exactly how Katsuki probably wanted him to react right now. But it just is. Izuku reaches out and softly grabs a hold of Katsuki's hand. Making sure that the other didn't try to run before he had the opportunity to explain. He brushes his thumb over Katsuki's hand and looks at him. Trying to find the right words.

"Of course not, whenever this stuff happens I tend to just think positive or joke, so I don't worry myself." Izuku states. But then he listened to the other part of that comment and he knew what he wanted to tell the blond now. Hoping to make things better.

Izuku takes the flowers in his other hand and pulls them to his nose so that he could smell them. "Being around you, has never been a game for me. I always want to be around you. The only reason we're both here right now is because I was stupid."

"I got so caught up in just staring at you, that I didn't hear you say the soup had mushrooms in it. It's an easy thing to forget to for someone that hasn't been around me all that often. So please, I hope you don't think this is your fault, because it's not. It's mine."

× ─────  𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 just what in the fuck was this? what the fuck was wrong with midoriya? for a moment, the blond hovers in the doorway as he thinks about what to do, how to react. he can feel his cheeks begin to color.

you're kacchan, silly. . .it's just what i call you…

midoriya had really gone and given him a nickname? he catches the eye of one of the bandmates, electric blue gazing into carmine and the guy makes some comment about leaving the lovebirds alone. hah?! love birds?! katsuki didn’t feel that way about midoriya────at least. . . at least, he didn’t. . .think he did. . .!

heavy swallow, the guys pat him on the shoulder and soon, it’s just the two of them. fuck, his brain feels as if it’s been short circuited and katsuki has no idea just as to what in the hell he was going to say. once again midoriya leaves him speechless. blond hovers there, feeling awkward as fuck in the doorway of midoriya’s room. he looks. . . he almost looks cute, iv in his arm, eyes bright, alert. . .

wait, no, he’s not here to think another second over this shit, katsuki has already dealt with enough today. those words mean nothing to him; no doubt midoriya only liked him for his status, for how smart he was, right? hands shake as they grip tightly onto the dumb apology flowers. katsuki doesn’t understand────just what is this guy's deal, anyway?! idiot nearly chokes to death on soup and he’s. . . happy? happy to see katsuki? ain’t make no sense!

❝  the fuck is your problem, hah? ya think this. . . this is some kind of game to be funny!?  ❞ blond spits suddenly as he throws the flowers onto izuku’s lap, fuck apologizing. katsuki should've known that this was too good to be true. . .

[bunnybolt]

He felt bad for interrupting the other for what he was working on. But Izuku couldn't help himself. Getting to be near the blond and hear him talk? It was music to Izuku's ears. He didn't want to leave. Least not any time soon. The greenette could stand here all day and just watch the other work, if he'd allow it. But Izuku knew that was more than likely not possible.

It was a bummer though, cause he really wanted to continue to be around Katsuki. It seemed like Toshi had taken a liking to him too. That was another good thing. It meant he didn't have to worry about Toshi not liking Katsuki if he ever were to get the opportunity to take him out on a date. He does hope that one day he'll get that opportunity.

As the blond leans against the table, Izuku has to hold in his breath. Feeling his heart pump a little faster. Especially seeing the blond smirk like that? How freaking adorable! Izuku didn't think his heart could take it. The only issue now was trying to get the blond to remember him. But he was a little doubtful. He'd take his time with it. Not wanting to overwhelm the other.

Izuku can't help but chuckle whenever Katsuki thought Toshi meant he was old. "Oh, he didn't mean you Kacchan." Izuku states. Defending his son in that moment, but he was glad that Katsuki didn't let it offend him. The comment anyway.

"He was referring to your grandpa.-" Izuku pauses. Seeing that Katsuki already had exactly what Toshi wanted. That was some candy. He's gotten so used to coming up to the lobby to get candy that he's more than likely going to expect this service at home. "You got him exactly what he wanted, thank you."

The rockstar gives the blond one of his infamous smiles that, one that is still very genuine as well. Toshi grins as he takes the candy from Katsuki. Glad to be able to get what he wanted even with out the 'old guy' being there.

Izuku can't help but laugh whenever he heard Katsuki say what he told his mother whenever he was Toshi's age. Izuku places his hands over Toshi's ears. "Shh, don't go giving my son any ideas." Izuku chuckles taking his hands off. Seeing that Toshi was too preoccupied by his piece of candy to even care.

× ─────  𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊,

sudden hit of inspiration as katsuki begins to shade in the details of the gauntlets and he smirks, yeah. his teacher was totally gonna shit herself once she caught sight of these sketches, tch!

❝  pay all this fuckin’ money to read about cosplay.  ❞ blond mumbles to himself as he shades in the sections of the spiky mask with huff of annoyance. ah well, at least the quietness of the shop was giving him time to work on said homework. ❝  can get started on this bullshit tonight, have it done by tomorrow. . . pull an all nighter or somethin’  ❞ katsuki continues on making comments, pausing to scribble down notes.

biting down at pencil, the blond scowls down at his design before it suddenly dawns on him that there were people in the shop, fuck. the goddamn bell hadn’t even notified him and he peers up, shooting murderous look into the corner of the room as he slams his sketchbook shut, great.

obaasan and hag were gonna flip, wait. . . they were out in the gardens, weren’t they? good, good. katsuki could pretend that the damned bell had gone off, signaling a customer. he’s pulled away from thoughts as the kid talks, hah? wait, wait a fuckin’ min. . .it’s this guy, again?! what the hell?!

his ma had gone off about how their “mysterious” guest had been “stalking” katsuki, always lounging or lingering around the reception and it caused the blond to scowl. hell, his whole family found it cute as hell, that there was finally someone who was around katsuki's age, showing an interest in the loud blond.

shaking it from his mind, the guy had a cute kid, so katsuki couldn’t be too mad about it. . . the guy was easy on the eyes. . . he leans against the table, giving the brat a smirk, old man?

❝  oi, i ain’t old.  ❞ blond says to the kid before he snorts, humming as brows furrow, just where in the hell was gramps? oh yeah. ❝  gramps is down by the market, think he’s gettin’ fresh fish for dinner.  ❞ katsuki continues as he presses no sale on the register, gramps had given him specific instructions. . .

❝  but the old man did tell me to give you this, so, here ya go.  ❞ katsuki says as he hands over some star shaped candy, something the brat was becoming obsessed with during his stay at their inn. . . it was, it was cute. . . the kid was cute. . ..  and his dad was too. he shoots the kid a wink before attention turns to “dad”.

❝  nah. could be askin’ worse, i was a goddamn rude brat at that age.  ❞ he snorts, thinkin of the time when katsuki had taken on them “older” brats, so he had bumped into them on purpose, so what? ❝  hell, i asked my ma once why she looked like a damn hag so, this ain’ nothin’.  ❞ katsuki shrugs.

[bunnybolt]

@xplosionbomb closed starter

The palace was starting to become a place where Izuku no longer wanted to be. Ever since he left the castle that one time, he's been under a watchful eye. Which meant he was barely allowed to do anything fun. All he was able to do was be in his room or roam the halls. He could read, but he's read pretty much every book there was in this place. (When you couldn't do much, you tend to have a lot of free time.)

However, there was one day when his father (the king) decided that he needed a wife. it was even worse that he was told that he was going to arranged to be married on his seventeenth birthday. The king had showed him a picture of the girl and Izuku was livid. He had no interest in her and he knew exactly why they were doing this to him. That day that he had left the palace, he had been caught by the guards for kissing a boy.

The king and queen didn't approve of this, so he was forced back home. He hated it. Izuku didn't want anything to do with this lifestyle. All he wanted was to be able to do whatever he wanted to do. He didn't want to have to answer to anyone, or be apart of what they were doing.

There was a big party going one day and he managed to find himself without a guard. So, with his skills he was able to sneak out of the palace. Not a bag in his hand to tip of anyone about where he was going. He just went. Izuku ran out of the grounds as fast as he could. He didn't stop until he saw the ocean. Where a ship was docked.

Without another thought he runs over to the ship, grabbing the rope that was one the back of it and he started to climb up it. It was a good thing he had the upper body strength for this. Though as he was doing this he felt the ship move off of the bank, so he hurries up and makes it the top of the ship.

Not before going over the railing and falling down onto some boxes that were sitting there.

|| Prince/Pirate au ||

[bunnybolt]

After getting about a two week vacation away from work, Izuku decided he needed some much needed alone time with his kid. He doesn't always get a lot of time alone with him, so that was why he had asked his mother what kind of place would be good for him and Toshi. When his mom had suggested this inn he looked into thinking that there would be more things he and Toshi to do together. He hadn't taken into account that it was mainly for adults.

But there was one reason why he still stayed here, when they first walked into the inn there was a cute blonde that was working the check in desk. Izuku couldn't help but come back every now and again just to see him. There were a few times that he would walk by him just to look his way and not bother him. Other times he would try and stop to talk to him. It did help having Toshi with him to make up a story as to why they were back here again.

It turns out that the front desk worker just so happened to be a friend of his that he knew when he was younger. But since the other didn't remember him, Izuku was hoping that possibly spending more time with him would make him remember something. As they make it into the shop, he feels small hands lightly tap his leg as soon as they walk in. He leans down and picks him up to place him on his hip so that he can hear his son clearly. "What is it sweetheart?"

"Can we go see the old guy?" Izuku glances at him and he can't help but chuckle. "Now Toshi you know we don't refer to people that way. How about this? I'll go ask the worker and see if he he's around okay?" Izuku asks. Toshi nods and claps a little. Glad that he might possibly get to see his new friend. By friend for Toshi that means if he's given candy.

Izuku walks up to the counter with Toshi on his hip and he glances at the blond who was currently working on something. Izuku was polite though and he doesn't want to interrupt him. So, he stands there for a second to see if the other will acknowledge him. But then he feels as a tap again from little hands.

"Daddy, aren't you going to ask him?" Toshi whines. Izuku glances at his son, before smiling. "Yes, I am. But it looks like he might be busy so let's just give him a moment. Okay?"

Toshi lets out another small whine before glancing at the blond. "Is the old guy around?" Toshi asks. Izuku gives his son a look before letting out a sigh. "I apologize for him. He doesn't have a filter."

× ─────  𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌.

gaze turns away from his sketches and katsuki peers out watching the lake reflect the sunny sky and he scowls, why did he get stuck manning the damn gift shop? and okay, fine. he couldn’t complain much────his family owned the damn ryokan. hell, it’s been in their damned family for generations────being founded in fuckin’ 1689. it used to annoy the hell out of him, having to live in a damned inn; having to serve customers, make breakfast, clean the changing areas and rooms but as he’s grown older, he’s. . . used to it now. is used to the daily chores it brings.

but this wasn’t what he wanted in life, no. katsuki had bigger dreams; like being a fashion designer, something his mom had wanted to do, up until she had married his goofy ass dad and inherited a fuckin’ inn. instead of wanting to inherit this piece of history, katsuki sits his exams and gets accepted to one of the top fashion schools in japan.

sure, it did suck a bit having to leave his hometown but he’s been in school for a year now and slowly, he begins to accept the major and life he was deciding on. during breaks from university, he comes home to help run the place; wanting to get away from his annoying classmates, the bustle of tokyo and enjoy the small hometown feel once more.

it’s fuckin’ winter time, snow blankets the ground in thick masses and yet the entire place was booked, all twenty rooms taken up by solo travelers, couples, friends but the most unusual guest had to be the guy and his kid. he had some weird ass aura about him, causing a stir around the place when the two had checked into the place. tattoos. . . piercings. . . a kid with no mother. . . sure, katsuki had heard the mumbles from his grandparents. they didn’t give a fuck about that────hell, his whole family found the guy and his kid “cute.”

katsuki found him annoying. plus. . . there was somethin’ about this guy. something the blond couldn’t place. . .

a young married couple shuffle by it causes him to snap out of musings and katsuki scowls down at his sketch, why in the fuck was he doolin’ unruly messy curly hair? huff of annoyance, he shakes off the incoming headache as he turns a page, doing the same with his texts. once more he repeats it, sketching out a damned piece he wants to create later today. he’s so engrossed in his work, he doesn’t see the two visitors who sneak into the shop.

⠀ ⠀ ───── ◟ ⠀✦ ⠀ the one plot we've discussed💅 ⠀ ⠀ × ⠀ ⠀ @bunnybolt

[bunnybolt]

He's finally feeling like they're connecting again. Izuku thought it was going to take a long time for him and Katsuki to be able to be like this again. However, he was pleased he didn't have to continue to wait. Or leave behind the love of his life.

Izuku reaches up his hand and caresses the other's cheek. Wiping away some of the tears that had fallen. "It shouldn't have been your pain though babe." Izuku states. Letting his his forehead rest against the blonde's for a small moment. "I know you did make them for me, but you shouldn't have had too." Izuku said. He shouldn't have to choose to step in the way of him and Shigaraki back then. It should've been Izuku's pain. But Katsuki risked his life for him and there's no way he can ever repay something like that.

They didn't have to worry about those villains anymore though. They were from them. Now it was just the two of them and if Katsuki was okay with getting back together then, so was Izuku. It was what he had came here for anyway. To get his Katsuki back.

While he feels the blonde's lips come into contact with his own he can't help but smile into the kiss. To have Katsuki's lips on his own again felt magical. It was settled now, he wasn't going to allow the blond to get away again. It was hard enough the last time. Izuku deepens the kiss, wrapping his arms around the back of Katsuki's neck. He opens his mouth just a tad into the kiss, allowing Katsuki access if he wanted too.

Izuku looks back at Katsuki with the same loving eyes. "I love you, I love you too, Kacchan." Izuku said. Gladly accepting the messy kiss that came his way.

× ─────  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖,

katsuki can barely see through his tears. hell, he can barely breathe with the force of his choked sobs. how, how did he get so fucking lucky in his life?

shh, baby it's okay…i really do wish i could've just taken all your pain back then and now even. . .

another wet laugh, blond inhales as those words are spoken, izuku? take his pain? no fuckin’ way.

❝  wouldn’t. . . allow that. . .   ❞ katsuki sighs, a hitching breath, fuck. ❝  and you should know that.  ❞ the blond mumbles into izuku’s shoulder, shaking, trembling. ❝  was my pain to take, i made those decisions for you and i’d, i’d do it again in a heartbeat.  ❞ he chokes out, drawing away to gaze into izuku’s eyes and katsuki would; he’d die for izuku again and again if he needed to. . .as long as izuku got to live, katsuki didn’t care what happened to him. gentle touch to the back of his neck causes the blond to tense, hands moving to fist izuku’s t-shirt. he hated it──── touches, brushes to the back of his neck, always brought back memories of dabi, of that other dead fucker. . . but it was, it was izuku touching him. . .those two lowlife villains were dead, growing weeds from their resting places and he inhales, breathes.

he doesn’t want to spend another minute thinking of them dead fuckers, so he pleads for a kiss, anything to make him forget────even for a moment. breath hitches as his former fiance caresses neck before their lips are touching. katsuki clings to izuku, hand gripping his t-shirt as he yanks his former lover closer. it’s a single kiss, a kiss of longing, a kiss of coming back together but katsuki wants more────blond craves it. cupping izuku's jaw, katsuki draws lover closer, teeth sinking into bite at bottom lip for a taste, shit. ❝  fuck, izuku.  ❞ katsuki pants as he draws away. gazing into jade eyes, another breath and he surges forward for another desperate, messy kiss. ❝  i love you, i love you, i love you.  ❞ he chants heavily.

[bunnybolt]

After scrolling on social media he could see that the school had found out about this. He lets out a sigh and hopes that Katsuki is okay. It wasn't his fault that this happened. Izuku should've asked him what kind of soup it was before deciding on eating it. He'll definitely do some damage control when he makes it back to class.

Honestly when he had woken up, he expected for Katsuki to already be there with him. When it wasn't the case he couldn't help but frown. Thinking that the other wasn't going to come and see him. He truly hoped that wasn't it. All he wanted was to see the blond and make sure that he was okay. Considering that he knows how hateful others can be and he wants him to know that it wasn't his fault.

His head perks up when he hears the familiar voice. Although, he's slightly confused whenever Katsuki asked who he was referring too. Izuku tilts his head to the side as he eyes him. Had he not called Katsuki by that name?

He thinks for a moment and maybe he hadn't. That was odd. Izuku could've sworn that he called him by that name at some point.

"You're Kacchan, silly." Izuku states. Smiling as he sees the other. Finally, the one person he wants to see is here and he can't help but feel the butterflies in his chest turn. "It's just what I call you."

× ─────  𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐒.

the incident spreads through the entire school life wildfire and soon, blond finds himself in the office, aizawa and nezu each giving him disapproving looks. he’s asked questions as to what had happened, katsuki can see the look of disappointment in aizawa's eyes and it causes his ears to burn with shame. . . how could katsuki forget such a minor detail?

he thinks about it all through class, through the day and of course, when he leaves, his hag is outside────waiting. great. . . add more shame and embarrassment to his fuckin’ day! he gets an earful from his hag, she screeches in the car about getting a call, about how dumb and careless he was and it causes katsuki to scowl────like he had even meant for any of this shit to happen!! maybe the blond should’ve been more careful instead of being engrossed in his phone but then again, couldn’t midoriya smell the mushrooms?!

they stop by the store, he’s forced to buy some ass apology flowers and a card, ugh. his ma’s words echo inside of his head as shuffles down to midoriya's room. he can hear other voices that katsuki doesn’t recognize and it causes him to scowl, damnit. he hated it, having to meet new people, watching as their eyes judged him before recognition became evident.

awkwardly, the blond stands outside the door, he intends to shuffle away only he hears the words spoken, hah?

❝  who in the fuck is kacchan?  ❞ katsuki asks with a scowl as he stands in the doorway of midoriya’s hospital room, flowers clenched in hands. surely, the punk bastard didn’t mean him?!

[bunnybolt]

"Don't you dare." Izuku snarls. Gritting his teeth as he looks up at the blond. Of course he should've realized that Katsuki would be the one to try and say he was only talking about himself, making him out to be selfish. "That's not fair and you know it." Izuku states as he points his finger at him. He's just trying to explain his own feelings on the matter that was all.

Being whooshed away from the others was honestly terrifying too. It had screwed up their plan and he wanted so desperately to get back to them. Back to Katsuki. But Toga had made that impossible at first. They hadn't taken her as much of a threat during this time. He hadn't liked being ripped away from the plan. Especially when it took so much time to get back to the coffin.

Izuku attempts to dry his tears, however they kept coming. But he looks up at Katsuki. "I can't lose you again." Izuku tells him. It had already happened twice to him. Making him relive it a third time would just be out right cruel. Izuku feels worse that they hadn't been able to hold Shigaraki back when he wasn't there. He should've been there. Why did Toga have to go and screw up their well thought out plan?

His eyes widened whenever he hears his normal name being said. Something that he always found enduring coming from Katsuki. He wanted it to be true. All things that the blond had just told him. But how could he be so sure when they barely made it out of the war alive? It wasn't fair. He didn't have his quirk anymore.

Although, he has the suit now that Katsuki had designed for him; he can't bring himself to want to get back out there. There's a lot of thing that he fears now. Especially when it comes to the blond sitting beside him.

"How do you not understand?" Izuku asks. A little dumbfounded as to why Katsuki doesn't realize why he's so worried. "I know and I know that we can, but I worry if I get out there I might have a full on panic attack." Izuku states. He lets out a small sigh as he wipes his tears away. And if he was out here having nightmares he's certain that the blond has probably been having them too.

Izuku feels himself calming down slightly. Biting down on his lower lip a little. "I am happy though-." Izuku pauses. He thinks for a moment before deciding to finally become brave after all these years. By placing his hand on top of Katsuki's. "I'm happy that you're still here, because honestly I don't know what I'd do with you."

He wishes that they would've talked more over time, but with Katsuki making excuses as to why he couldn't talk, they didn't hang out for the longest time. But now that they were talking, he felt good.

× ─────  𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐒

as izuku raises his voice and katsuki growls, sitting up more in his seat. fine, if izuku wanted it to be like this, then that was fuckin’ okay with the blond, it was time they talked about their feelings anyway. he lets izuku state his piece, every now and again either snorting or huffing in response.

❝  all i’m fuckin hearin’ is me, me, me.  ❞ he snaps back and instantly, the blond regrets it────he can’t put all the blame on izuku. they had a plan, hadn’t they? for the two of them to face shigaraki together in the coffin in the sky, only shit had been fucked up by goddamn kurogiri and his goddamn quirk. katsuki thinks back to the terror of that, watching the damned inky black portal open and whooshing izuku away. . .back then, katsuki had realized he never wanted to let izuku go after that but it seemed izuku had other plans, other ideas in the eight years. . . deep breath, it was high time they talked about this and his appetite vanishes in an instant, fuck. . . he’s so fuckin angry right now, emotions swirl within him, some that katsuki hadn’t experienced since he was a teenager. anger, fury, rage. . .a heavy swallow, blond lets izuku state his piece before surprise claims features as izuku breaks down. watching izuku break down, katsuki’s hands curl into his knees and he remains quiet for a moment, so this was what was bothering him? this is why izuku didn’t want to join his agency? greenet didn’t want another repeat of the coffin in the sky. . . ? katsuki bites down as he mulls over what to say, fuck what can he say? hell, they’ve never really talked about what happened and katsuki is at a loss. it takes a moment for him to gather words before he speaks. ❝  . . . yeah well, the last fuckin’ thing i heard before dying was you arriving.  ❞ he confesses, lump forming in throat. shit, he still has nightmares sometimes of that day, especially when the heavens opened and musutafu was drenched in rain. granted, no doubt his nightmares were nothing compared to the nightmares that izuku must experience. ❝  i knew we couldn’t hold him back until you showed up, hell────we were gettin’ our goddamn asses beat.  ❞ katsuki continues and he doesn’t look at izuku, thinks back to that day for a moment, how he had been beaten down, on his knees, tears falling down cheeks. . .distant look is in eye, for a moment the blond sighs, pats his chest. . . he’s still here. hand twitches, it's quiet for a moment sans the sound of izuku’s sniffles and katsuki wants to reach out to comfort but doesn’t, that’s not his place anymore, izuku’s found someone else. ❝  dunno why you’re so worried.  ❞ he begins after a long, pregnant pause. ❝  we worked together to beat the shit outta nine, shigaraki and all for one.  ❞ katsuki mumbles. ❝  ain’t nobody gonna beat us if we work together and you know that, izuku…  ❞