@nightmarebunnyking so this is for you 💚 I couldn't fit the whole class A knowing because it turned out to be more angtsy than what I initially planned 🤦🏽♀️ but I hope you'll enjoy it anyways!
It's Katsuki. Of course it's him. He's been spending most nights in the other's room.
"Sorry," comes the soft whisper, although he knows for a fact the other boy isn't sorry at all, "I can't help it."
Katsuki lets out a small noise, between a sigh and a laugh - honestly he's not even sure anymore - he's used to it by now. They've been doing this for a month. Lying together in bed at night, just to feel close to each other.
Izuku and Katsuki in the same room, let alone the same bed. Sometimes he mentally snarls at this. His old-self would have rejected that image with all his might. Now? He still can't say it out loud, but he knows he would not have it any other way.
The war had finally ended, yet it left such scars on both Izuku and him, it was a miracle they still functioned the way they did.
"I know. I'm here, idiot."
He brings his right hand on top of Izuku's, squeezing it slowly. Izuku's hand is soft, resting on his bare chest, warming his skin and his heart at the same time. It's cheesy as fuck, he knows it, but he doesn't care. Just like the little nerd with him, he needs to know it's there.
"Can't sleep?", he mutters to the green haired boy.
It's a stupid question really, but right now he wants to hear Izuku's voice.
"Not really," he answers softly, "I keep seeing it whenever I close my eyes."
Katsuki doesn't ask what Izuku sees. He knows, and it makes him feel like shit all over again. He tightens his grip on the smaller hand placed on his chest. It hurts to think about it. It hurts to think about how it must have been for the other. He still can't bring himself to talk about it with him. He needs to, they both do, but they never say anything. They're not ready. Katsuki knows it, Izuku knows it.
So it comes as a shock when he suddenly hears "You died..."
It's only a whisper, so soft he's not even sure Izuku actually said it aloud, but he's certain of it when he starts feeling the other's body slowly shaking next to him.
"Izu-", he starts before realising his voice is breaking. Fuck, he thinks, keep it together you moron.
He slowly grabs the wrist on his chest, turning himself slightly to the side in the process as he pulls the shorter boy in a hug. Katsuki hears a small surprise squeak from the green haired nerd, but he doesn't care. They both need this right now. Fuck, if not now then when?, he thinks. He keeps his embrace tight, his hand shifting to Izuku's back as he strokes it absentmindedly. Izuku's hair is in his face, tickling his nose a little, but he pays it no mind. He actually likes it. He actually wishes it could be like this all the time. But Izuku is sobbing against him, and it's fucking him up.
"I'm sorry", he says in a breath. He doesn't know what else to say. He doesn't how to say it.
"I'm sorry for leaving you alone when you needed me the most? I'm sorry I didn't wait for you to be back to fight Shigaraki? I'm sorry I fucking exploded my own heart trying to kill the dude before you got there?" How the fuck was he supposed to even say all of this and not have Izuku feeling guilty about it all over again.
"I'm never leaving again."
Katsuki feels a small nod of acknowledgement against his chest. He feels the wetness of Izuku's tears against his scar and the hand gripping his shoulder tightly as if he might disappear any moment.
"I'm never leaving again, Izuku", he says again, this time louder. Another nod. Katsuki sighs then pushes his childhood friend slightly away from him. His hand finds its way to Izuku's chin, lifting it up slowly so he can meet the watery gaze of the other boy.
"You're stuck with me now, stupid nerd."
He sees more than hears the small sobby laugh Izuku lets out, and he smirks a little himself. Before the green haired boy can say something again, Katsuki brings his face closer to his and seals his new promise with a soft kiss.
It's not their first, of course, but it always feels like it is. His lips lingers for a while on Izuku's warm ones before breaking away to stare at shiny emerald eyes. Izuku's cheeks are pink but he's smiling at him. Like always, Katuski feels this painful but warm pang in his heart. He's so fucked, honestly, but he really can't give a shit. He'd go through this kind of roller coaster every night for the rest of his life if it means he can see Izuku smiling at him like that.
He brings the smaller boy against him in a tight embrace, letting out a content sigh when he feels Izuku's hands wrapping around him. Well, one hand really. The right one stays on Katsuki's chest, where it belongs.
They don't say anything anymore, there's no need for it. They'll stay like this until morning, making sure the other is still here.
I'm sorry if it sucks... I haven't written anything in years 🫥
