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The night was late. The moon shone brightly in the clear night sky, casting its light through the window of a dark dorm room. A boy lays restless in the dark with the heavy expectation of sleep on his mind. Sheets draped warm and soft over his insomniac ridden form. Silently wishing nothing more than to rest tonight, last night, the night before, and the night before that. Yet he was left wide awake with an ache in his chest that he knew all too well by now.
The floors creaked as if someone walked there. Giving in to the weight beneath their feet— but he played it up to his imagination, for his room was barren and cold. However, somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that it wouldn’t be for long.
Minutes passed before he heard a knock. Long awaited taps from the glass door of his balcony pull his attention from the ceiling of the dorm, focusing in on that familiar sound. The echo was soft, and Katsuki felt his heart jump to his throat in anticipation. But he knew not to get up too quickly, lest he let the other know he was waiting for him.
He would come a few nights out of the week. Though the blond knew better by now than to expect him to be consistent. It was a spontaneous drop by most nights, and some, he promised to return the next. A couple nights a week, or perhaps a few times each month. Only bothering to show his face once the lights are out and the night just barely becomes morning.
Just an hour after midnight— like the damn vigilante he was, he broke past the gates of the school, scaling up the side of the building to find himself on that same dorm room balcony every time. And behind those sliding glass doors from where his heavy knuckles hit the glass, the blond stupidly awaited his arrival.
He was like some kind of ghost. A spirit haunting him late at night, feeding off his body— still warm, still alive— before disappearing again before daylight broke over the horizon. It was torture. It was pure ecstasy.
Katsuki stirred from under the blankets, sitting up from his place in bed. He didn’t even have to look, but did anyway. Carmine eyes locking with the figure behind the door. The beating in his chest grew loud in the quiet of his room as he saw the man’s face twist into something dark, something beautiful.
He slowly placed his feet on the ground, abandoning his bed, making a show of it all as he slowly sauntered over towards the edge of his room. And oh how those eyes watched him.
The latch was undone as Katsuki kept his eyes locked on the other, hands slightly trembling in excitement. Fuck , he needed this. He needed him .
He slid open the the door, the last physical barrier between them broken. A cool gust of wind blew in Katsuki’s face, and he shivered a little at the sudden sensation.
Hardly a beat of silence passed before the blonds lips were roughly taken by the other, pushing him pack further into the room. The door slid shut, and all the cold was gone. Just hot breaths mixing together and desperate lips chasing after Katsuki’s own.
Scarred tattered hands were not ones to take their precious time, quickly mapping out the expanse of his skin as they walked backwards to the bed. As if they had forgotten what he felt like, logging every crease, every muscle and fold to memory. Before Katsuki knew it, one of the hands was already underneath his shirt, the other cradling his neck, moving desperately towards its search for home, for warmth.
Legs hit the mattress, and Katsuki quickly flipped them around, pushing the other onto the bed with a soft thud. “Fucking took you long enough.” He grunted, swinging his legs over the guys lap and pulling him back in for a deep and frustrated kiss.
They break away for a moment to catch their breath, the moon casting its light onto the others face, his beautiful array of freckles now on full display, green eyes glowing in the darkness of the bedroom. He’s covered in fresh new scrapes and cuts, a new scar forming on his left eyebrow. Green curls unruly and matted, a mess. Little flyways sticking out every which way— but, fuck, does he look like a four course meal.
Hungry lips travel down Katsuki’s jawline to his neck, nipping and sucking on soft hot skin. “Sorry,” he apologizes between wet kisses, the low sound of his voice muffled, worn hands gripping tighter into the blonds hips. “I got caught up with something.”
Katsuki cocks his head back, a small whimper escaping from the pleasure of those lips on his skin, his hips slowly grinding down onto the others lap.
“But i’m here now, aren’t I?” He tilts his head up to look at the blond, green eyes half lidded in lust, grinning like an idiot. “I didn’t keep you waiting for too long, did I, kacchan?”
“Oh, shuddup.” Katsuki grunts as pulls him back to his lips, kissing him again.
They kissed like it was the last time— like it was the first time for forever. Sloppy moments that lacked any and all rhythm, just the mutual understanding that they both wanted this— needed it. Desperately grabbing onto each other, grinding hips like horny teenagers that want nothing more in this moment than to… secretly afraid that either one of them could disappear at any moment.
Izuku bit down on the others lower lip, already bruised from the intensity, forcing a gasp to come out of the blond, giving an opening for him to explore the inside of his mouth. He deepened the kiss immediately, and katsuki let him. Dragging his hands up his back, tangling his fingers in messy green hair, tugging on the long locks.
The two lean back onto the bed, not breaking apart for a moment, Izuku’s back flat on the mattress, kastsuki still straddled over his lap, their growing erections rutting against each other, restricted only by their clothes. It wasn’t enough, it wasn’t even close. But, fuck , the friction felt so good.
The two broke apart just barely, gasping from the lack of oxygen, their brains muddied and full of desire. Katsuki felt his tired body begin to tremble and Izuku took this moment as an open opportunity, flipping him and kastuki over, the guy now towering over him. He removed his worn shirt in one swift movement, tossing it somewhere into the dark of the room, before making his way back down.
He slid his hand up under katsuki’s tank, kissing his way up his stomach, finding and groping at his perfectly crafted chest, pinching and twisting at his already hard nipples. The blond, in response, hisses at the contact, groaning softly. “F-fuck,” he stutters out, gripping tight onto izuku’s shoulders.
“Kacchan,” Izuku starts, gesturing to the black tank, now halfway pushed up on his torso exposing his pale stomach to the cool air. “Can I?”
“Is there really any point of asking, nerd?” He rolls his eyes in response, giving izuku the go-ahead.
So he does, lifting the hem and pulling it up and over his head. Once his chest is bare, Izuku stops to take in Katsuki’s beautiful body that he’s lucky to have in his hands.
Soft digits move up and down his torso, pausing at the thick scar tissue on his shoulder and lower stomach, almost hesitant. For a moment, Katsuki watched as a flash of hurt and guilt crossed over his face and his heart sank a bit. He wished nothing more than to kiss that look away, but in that same moment, Izuku’s look softened, fading into something darker, filled with adoration and awe.
“You’re so beautiful, Kacchan.” He breathed out, dragging his hands down to his hips, pausing at the waistband of his sweats. “I missed you”
Katsuki rolled his eyes as Izuku continued peppering his body with small kisses. “It’s your own fault for disappearing for a damn week.” He argued, denying the slight bucking of his hips as his mouth traveled lower and lower.
“like I said,” Izuku repeats his comment from earlier. “I got caught up with something.”
How vague. No matter how hard Katsuki tried— he got nowhere. Context was something that had never existed in these situations. When it came to izuku, nothing was certain, and he had to learn to always expect the unexpected. There were no explanations, it just was the way it was. No matter how hard he pushed, no matter how many times he asked, he always got the same rehearsed, half assed answers that were just enough to shut the other up. Avoiding any further questioning.
But it wasn’t enough.
Katsuki placed both his hands onto Izuku’s shoulders, causing him to stop and look at him with his big green eyes. “Why can’t you just come back?” Katsuki asks. He knows exactly what he’ll say. He says it every time he has the strength to ask. Always the same half-baked excuse that gets them nowhere. Yet Katsuki still asks anyway.
“Kacchan, I am back.” Izuku replies with a soft look. “I’m here right now.” He says going back in for another kiss but katsuki turns his head away.
“You know what i mean, dammit.” He spits back, clutching his fists in frustration, continuing push him off.
Katsuki closes his eyes, refusing to look at the other above him. He is here. Katsuki knows this. He’s not fucking stupid. But that’s not what he asked.
Yes, Izuku comes to see him. He sneaks up to his balcony, knocking on his window in the middle of the night to make out, fuck . But after that? Once he’s spent and cooled down, he’s gone again, leaving katsuki to deal with all the shit he left behind. Or didn’t. Dealing with the feeing of nothing but his own lonely company, until he has the nerve to show his face the next night. Or perhaps not for another week… or month.
Katsuki really doesn’t want to admit it, but he fucking misses him. He misses his presence throughout the day, his laughter, his stupid muttering from the desk behind him. He misses his long ass rambling that anyone could give two shits about. But katsuki listens anyway— because he likes knowing what the damn nerd is thinking.
He misses their nights together. Not just fucking and running off, but talking and meaningless conversations that made time feel irrelevant. He missed when they’d just mess around, watching stupid fucking movies and talking (arguing) about them afterwards. How good, how bad, the best parts. Little food fights on the floor of the room. He misses hanging out with Izuku in the way they can’t seem to anymore.
Sex, that’s all he’s here for, right? To blow off some steam or some shit like that. Like he’s his own personal sex toy for whenever he’s pent up. Fuck if kastuki cares.
But he does. Dammit, he does.
People ask about izuku all the time, nearly every day. Things that people wouldn’t normally ask before, but now— now all he gets are their wonders and questions because “ you guys seemed like you were close ”. He couldn’t stand it. And he couldn’t tell them.
He couldn’t tell them that he’d visit. That he kept coming back. That there where multiple nights when Izuku would sneak in just to be with him, leaving again before the sun rises to run off and “save the fucking world on his own” or whatever. Leaving kastuki alone, the space next to him where his warm body once was, empty and cold. Leaving him patiently waiting until he hears that quiet knock from the door to let him back in.
Izuku looks at Katsuki worriedly and sighs. “You know I can’t do that, kacchan. I can’t come back.” He paused. “Not for a while. But I promise— I promise you, this will end. This isn’t forever. I just… I can’t right now.”
And there it is agian. That same fucking half-baked response. Katsuki stays quiet for a moment before quietly muttering, “I want you back, Izuku.”
Izuku looks at him with a saddened expression, reaching out to brush the blond hair from his face, cupping his cheek with his scarred, calloused palm. “Kaccha—“
Katsuki slaps his hand away. “You came here to fuck, right?” He says, glaring at Izuku who is still hovering over him. “To fuck me, that’s why you’re here. So come on, let’s do this shit. Fuck me, right now. Afterwards you can go back to whatever dumb reckless vigilante shit you do out there. And I’ll be here, like always, waiting for you.”
“No, Kacchan, I don—“ katsuki pushes himself up, grabbing izuku from the back of the neck, pulling him down and kissing him. He wrapped his legs around the others waist, grinding his hips up onto him.
The friction felt good, and if there’s anything that katsuki needed right now, it was to feel good. His mind was racing now, and so was his heart. He hated this— he hated izuku for leaving. He wanted him back. He never wanted to see his face again. He wanted to feel good. He needed this. He was so tired.
“I don’t want it to be like this, Kacchan. I don’t want it to feel like i’m just using you, t-that’s not— wait!” Katsuki moves his hands down to unbuckle izuku’s pants.
The blond pushed Izuku all the way back onto the bed, his head landing inches away from the edge, before straddling him again. His eyes were dark, frustrated, and focused on one thing and one thing only. He couldn’t even bare to think of why— he just needed him. Izuku. He needed to be touched by him. He needed him to stay. Maybe he could sleep better. Maybe nights wouldn’t feel so long. Maybe his body could finally find time to release all the tension knowing that he’s safe. Here. With him…
Katsuki pulls down izuku’s jeans and boxers in one go, his flushed cock springing free, standing half massed in the cool air. Katsuki shifted himself back, leaning down to press a kiss to the growing erection. Soft calloused fingers eagerly wrapping around the base and giving a soft squeeze, Izuku groaning in response— choking on his words. His weak attempt to stop him. His cock quickly hardens under Katsuki’s grasp, twitching for something more, and katsuki quickly complies, licking up the underside of the shaft, stroking him at a steady pace.
Izuku let out a sharp gasp at the sensation of katsuki’s wet, hot mouth on his cock. It gives another twitch against his tongue, and the blond takes satisfaction in his response. The tip is red and angry, and Katsuki somewhat relates, wrapping his lips around it and giving a hard suck.
The other all but cries out in pleasure, hips bucking into Katsuki’s mouth once, twice, before forcing them down on his own. The look on his face is a mix of pure pleasure and an urgency to stop. But Katsuki keeps going. “K-Kacchan, I dont want it like this— ah,” He cuts himself off with a groan as katstuki takes him down to the base, cockhead hitting the back of his throat.
“F-fuck.” Izuku stutters out, throwing his head back. “Kacc-ah! Kacchan stop." he reaches his hands to push him off. "Kacchan, we should stop this. Please.”
Katsuki pulls his head away, glaring angrily at Izuku. “Why? You don’t want to fuck anymore?” He snapped, voice bitter.
“Kacchan, I don’t want to make you feel like I’m using you.” He sits up on the bed. “Y-you’re, right. I came here so we could have sex— but you mean so much more to me than that. Kacchan, I really care about you.”
Katsuki laughs dryly. “You should’ve thought about that before.”
Izuku looks at him, his eyes filled with guilt. “I’m sorry." He says, his voice small. "If you really feel that way, I don’t want to—“
“Don’t want to what?” Katsuki cuts him off again, tone dark and frustrated. “Don’t want to use me as your personal sex toy? What would you do then? I’d never see you, let alone fucking hear from you. You left, dammit. And this is the only reason you ever come back. I’m the only one who gets to see you. People keep asking stupid shit, asking pointless ass questions, like ‘ I wonder what he’s doing? ’ And ‘ do you think he’ll ever come back? ’ How the fuck am I supposed to answer that shit, dammit?”
Izuku opens his mouth to speak, but stays silent. “And what about the people that care about you , huh? You fuck! What about your mother? That little squad you used to hang around? It’s been so long , Izuku. We’re gonna graduate without you. You’re throwing away your dream for this shit. And I can’t— I don’t get you.” Kastuki sits with his head down, shaking, repeating to himself as tears cloud his vision. “I don’t get you at all.”
Izuku just stares at him, his eyes guilty, his hands in his lap. He still doesn't say anything, and katsuki falls quiet again, sucking his teeth as he tries everything in his power not to cry.
“I know.” Izuku says. “I know, I know, I know. Kacchan, I’m sorry. I did this. But I never meant for it to be a burden on you. I don’t want to hurt you… Kacchan I lov—“
“Don’t you dare.” Katsuki shook his head, his gruff voice cracking just slightly. “Don’t you dare say that to me. Like hell I could ever be hurt by you. What you do has nothing to do with me, and that’s real fucking clear.”
“But Kacchan, that’s not true.” Izuku’s eyes begin to gloss over. “You mean more to me than anything. What I do has always been because of you.”
He moves forward, cupping the blonds face in his hands. “Kacchan, you’re the reason I’m here. why I keep coming back. Not just for sex, I never meant it to feel that way, a-and I’m sorry.” He looks down at his lap before coming up to meet those beautiful Carmine eyes again. “I want to be near you, I want to see this beautiful face," He says, thumbing his cheek. "I want hold you, I want you and you alone, because I love you, Kacchan.”
The other was silent, not saying a word, frozen in his place.
The silence was thick, the whole room heavy with unspoken emotions that had finally been released. Izuku’s hands still sat on either side of the blonds face, both of them refusing to move, both refusing to speak.
How could Izuku say that? Katsuki doesn't want his fucking pity. He doesn't need it. ' I love you' ? Bull shit.
Katsuki lets out a sigh, shaking his head with a laugh, bittersweet. “Then prove it to me, asshole." He says staring at Izuku, staring into his bright green eyes that never seem to move away from him. "Don’t lie to me. You say you love me? You really fucking love me? Then prove it to me. Fuck me, right now. Fuck me and promise me you won’t go. That I mean more to you than just getting off. Promise me you’ll stay.”
Theres another beat of silence. Izuku stared into his eyes, searching for something katsuki didnt know. He would never know what he’s thinking. Izuku finally let go of his face, cupping katsukis hands before finally speaking again. “Okay, I promise.” He says, placing a gentle kiss onto his cheek, just under his eye. “I promise.”
“Good, now get it back up.”
Katsuki got down into his knees off the side of the bed, pulling izuku forward by his legs. He gave him a look, not breaking eye contact as he slipped the flushed head past his lips, sucking sweetly before swallowing it down, taking the full length of his cock into his throat.
The blond made quick use of his mouth, bobbing his head up and down, stopping every once in a while to suck at the tip, tasting the bitterness of leaking pre, his hand stroking the shaft at a quickening pace. Izuku threw his head back in pleasure, praising Katsuki, cooing at him as he threaded his fingers through soft spikes. Grip tightening as he got closer and closer, Katsuki’s mouth relentless, the wet slurping echoing off the walls nothing short of erotic.
"Ah-cchan," he groaned, his cock twitching as he bucked his hips forward into katsukis mouth, fucking into his throat. "F-fuck."
Heat pooled in Katsuki’s stomach as he watched the others face contort in pleasure, his own erection straining against his boxers, begging to be set free. Izuku moaned above him, slurring his name, and something inside him took so much pride in that. His body aching with pleasure, screaming to be filled.
He wanted izuku to break him. Split him open on the thick cock currently being shoved in and out of his throat. He moaned at the thought, palming himself as he watched tears pool in pretty green eyes.
Hips quickly lost their rhythm as Izuku chased his release. “Oh, fuck— Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacch— ahh!” He shoved Katsuki’s face down to the base of his cock, his musky, earthy scent filling the blonds senses as he came down the back of his throat, crying out in pleasure. Katsuki greedily and proudly swallowed it all down, before popping off with a dark grin.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna be able to talk tomorrow.” He said, voice already hoarse.
Izuku didn’t say anything though, just pulled him up by his arms and laid him back onto the bed. Rough palms making their way down his chest as Izuku captured his lips again, a bit softer than before, but somehow, more passionate.
His lips were wet and soft, his breath hot and desperate as ever, but he was so much gentler now. And Katsuki’s heart sang as he kissed him over and over, broken hands tugging at his sweats.
In an instant, Katsuki was completely bare. Nothing to hide. His body open and ready for the taking. Ready and willing to give his all to izuku.
Izuku broke the kiss to reach into the bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube that he had known was there. “I’m gonna prep you, okay, Kacchan?”
He nodded quickly, spreading his legs, allowing for izuku to slot himself in between them.
The bottle cap opened with a click, and izuku poured some of the contents onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up. Green eyes locked into red, a soft expression painted across his features. He looked so handsome, aged by the war he chose to fight alone, but incredibly soft for him. And Katsuki— for a second— believed him when he said “I love you” .
The preparation was gentle. Izuku slid in the first finger slowly, opening him up expertly— like he’d done many times before. Katsuki hardly felt the burn of the stretch with the second and third fingers, Izuku kissing away any and all pain. Whispering over and over in his ear just how perfect he was.
“I think you’re ready.” He said, slipping his fingers out, Katsuki immediately mourning the loss, clenching on air, needing something more.
“I wanna ride you.” He said steadily, smiling to himself when the nerd had the nerve to get bashful all of a sudden.
His face burned bright even in the dark. “R-really? If you want to, Kacchan.” He said, smiling like the idiot he was. He laid himself down onto the mattress, and Katsuki was quick and eager to climb on top. Straddling his lap once more, Katsuki braced himself with a hand on that freckled chest as he lined Izuku’s head with his entrance. The blond shuddered as it brushed over the sensitive pink skin, eyes squeezing shut in anticipation.
Ever the lover that he was, Izuku slid his hands up to rest on Katsuki’s hips, cooing at Katsuki as his cheeks burned a deep shade of crimson.
The hands on that small waist tightened as Katsuki slowly sunk down onto his cock, the other groaning out in pleasure as he took him all the way to the base.
Katsuki choked back a moan from the feeling of izuku filling him up so perfectly. Brows furrowed tightly, his legs begin to tremble with the sensation of izuku’s thick cock in his ass. They prepped before, but there was nothing that ever prepared Katsuki for izuku’s cock. The stretch stung a little, but it was bearable. The pleasure over taking the pain.
Shaky hands planted themselves onto Izuku’s chest as he waited for himself to adjust.
Using his legs once he was ready, Katsuki carefully lifted himself up before slamming himself back down, deciding not to take this slow. He pulled himself off almost entirely each time before dropping back onto that perfect cock.
He rode Izuku hard and fast, breath quickening with each and every movement, gasping and moaning with every brush of his prostate. Izuku’s cock hitting all the right places, fitting them together like two halves of a single whole. Like he was made for this. Like they were made for each other.
Katsuki threw his head back as Izuku gripped his hips, bucking up into to him to meet his pace in time. The sound of skin slapping and breathy moans filled the expanse of the dark doorm room.
“S-shit.” Katsuki stuttered as he continued slamming himself down onto Izuku’s lap, his poor leaking cock bobbing in front of him, untouched.
His rhythm began to falter as his legs started to give out. He was so fucking tired, but he was too close to give out now. Izuku noticed this, shifting them over into missionary, where he began fucking into him at a more rapid pace. Slamming into Katsuki’s prostate with every thrust, Katsuki’s moans slipping out louder as it became harder to hold them back. He covered his mouth to muffle the lewd sounds, biting down onto his hand, but the other didn’t take to that.
Izuku pried his hands away from his mouth, pinning them above his head as he surged his hips forward. Katsuki cried out again, slowly losing his composure, the other swallowing those pretty sounds with his mouth as he kissed and sucked and nipped at his lips.
“Kacchan,” Izuku breathed out, his hips sputtering as he neared his release. “Kacchan, I’m close. I’m close.”
“Fuck, I’m gonna come— fuck.” he sobs arching his back. “F-fuck, Izuku.”
Izuku locks him into a deep kiss as he slams into the blond a few final times before releasing with a deep groan, Katsuki following suit not to long after, painting his and Izuku’s chest white with his spend.
They ride out their orgasm, tired bodies tangled together, sweat dripping down the sides of their flushed red faces. Their lips hovering over each other, brushing with each shaky movement as they attempt to catch their breath.
When the high is over, Izuku finally pulls out and climbs off the bed, disappearing into the small bathroom at the front of the room. Katsuki sits in silence, closing his eyes as sleep finally feels possible. There’s some distant opening of cabinets and running water, but Katsuki can’t even hear it— his mind fuzzy and gone.
Izuku returns after a minute with a damp towel to clean the both of them off. Katsuki can’t help but open his eyes to watch watch as he wipes him down. So gentle, like if he were to go any harder, he’d break. Shatter under his crooked fingers. As if Katsuki were something fragile.
Normally he hated such things, because he himself was no where near soft. He wasn’t fragile, he didn’t need protecting. But when Izuku came in after all that they hand done, so careful with him like always, like he deserved it somehow, Katsuki couldn’t help but feel something ache in his chest. A sudden need to pull him closer.
After Izuku finished, he threw the towel into the hamper, searching and grabbing his boxers and grabbing a fresh pair for Katsuki.
There they were. Laying together under the blankets, Izuku holding Katsuki from behind, holding him close. Because he promised. And because he really didn’t feel like letting go.
It felt nice being held, Katsuki thought. “You’re not going to leave?” He asked facing the wall, listening to the soft breathing coming from behind him.
Even if he made Izuku swear he wouldn’t leave, that he’d stay, he never really believed he actually would. He didn’t think he’d be held in his arms after sex. It had always been the same. He’d knock, they’d fuck, then he’d leave.
This… this wasn’t what he thought would happen.
There was a long pause, and for a moment, it seems like izuku had fallen asleep before he finally replied, “I promised I’d stay, didn’t I?”
Of course. He's here because he has to be. Because katsuki asked. Izuku would do almost anything he asked. Right?
The blond only hums in response before shuffling himself to where he now faces Izuku. He looks so real, he thought. His skin, his hair, his eyes, his lips. It all feels so real. But the thing is, Katsuki couldn’t be sure. There’s no way. He’s the only one that gets this, the only one who can have Izuku all to himself. It feel’s wrong, like a dream, a bad dream, a nightmare. Because he knows that when he wakes up, he’ll be gone.
Everyone misses him, and yet Katsuki feels guilty for doing the same. Because he’s right here in front of him. Big, dumb, beautiful eyes, messy green hair, freckles all over. He’s right here. But why? Why the fuck is he here?
“What are you thinking?” Izuku hums, softly brushing Katsuki’s blond hair with the tips of his fingers.
That this isn’t fair. Out of all the places, out of everyone, all the people that love you. The better, kinder people that care for you. Why me, why here?
“Why me?”
Izuku hums then kisses him on the forehead before giving him an answer. “Like I told you before, Kacchan,” he repeats with a soft smile. “I love you.”
And that was it. Shortly after, Katsuki had fallen asleep in his arms. It was the best sleep he thinks he'd had in a while, and Izuku made it all the more better. He didn’t dream, just had what felt like only moments of darkness stretched out into the long hours before morning. It was finally warm, and he could finally rest comfortably without the worry of thinking about the event’s prior. Of what would happen to Izuku while he’s unconscious. He didn’t have to wonder why he left so suddenly, or where he ran off to, because he was here, holding him in his arms.
It felt good.
Katsuki awoke to the early morning sun shining through the windows, filling the room with its beautiful, warm light. The birds were singing prettily to welcome the new day, and the day thanked them with pretty blue skies.
The blond opened his eyes slowly, squinting as he allowed them to adjust from the sudden change from sleep to wake, when he noticed that something was different. Or more or less the same.
He shifted over, rolling onto his side not surprised but still disappointed to find, instead of a soundly sleeping Midoriya Izuku next to him— the morning light glowing in his soft green hair— an empty space, cold, with nothing but a small note written on an orange post it from Katsuki’s desk.
Kacchan,
I’m so sorry I had to leave you again. I promise I’ll come back. I just need to take care of a few things.
I love you
-Izuku
Katsuki clucked his tongue, pushing down the nauseas feeling that began to rise as he crumpled up the note in his hands, tossing it into the trash. “Typical.”
That night, Izuku didn’t stop by. Or the next. Or even the one after that. In fact, two weeks had gone by since their last meeting, and Katsuki decided that he could care less. He was sick of worrying himself to the point of exhaustion. It was hard on his body and mind. Izuku was his own damn person that made his own damn decisions. If the nerd had ended up getting himself killed out there, that wasn’t his problem. It wasn't his job to wait for him, and he wasn't going to. He refused.
But, nevertheless, later that night, when he heard that familiar knocking from the balcony, he didn’t hesitate to open it.
After all, katsuki loved him.