Hi :D
I've been working on my pro-heros bkdk/dkbk fic when I started thinking about them post-war. It's so annoying we didn't get much content of them through second and third year like I think that them recovering and dealing with the aftermath of the war is so interesting.
Anyway, I got inspired and started writing some post-war drabble and it sort of got out of hand so, I was wondering if anyone would be interested in a one-shot of dkbk being super co-dependent after the war. Also, I wanted to try writing from Izuku's pov as I've really been struggling with writing him in my other fic. I put a small passage from my one-shot below and if anyone wants to let me know what they think I would really appreciate it. I'm not sure if I should post it on ao3 so, for now, this is all y'all get.
Let me know if you want more :p
-Sandy
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Izuku startled awake. Breathing ragged and fresh tears streaming down his cheeks. It was the same memory haunting his conscious and unconscious mind alike. Kacchan had died. His heart ripped apart taking Izuku's with it. Izuku nearly lost him and he was too scared to think about what he'd do if he really did lose Kacchan. It was unimaginable. A life without Kacchan felt meaningless, hopeless even. Izuku needed Kacchan just as much as he needed air. The way plants need the sun and fish need the ocean. Even when Kacchan hated him, Izuku still couldn't live without him- he simply refused to. To him a life without Kacchan was inconceivable.
Before he could realise it, Izuku’s bare feet had already padded across the dark, cold hospital room. He just needed to check, to be sure. Rationally, he knew Kacchan was okay but, he was unable to stop himself. Crimson eyes met green in question but then faded into plain acceptance. Izuku climbed into the bed next to Kacchan. Resting his palm on the boy’s chest feeling for the subtle yet sturdy heartbeat, counting each beat as soft fingers tangled in his curls.
