How to Save a Life •.*BakuDeku*.•

Rebuilding

Author's note: I wanted to make some fluff to make up for the hardcore angst I put you all through <3

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I woke up in my bedroom alone, and I instantly shot up, sitting straight up, as if there were a metal rod in my back. I looked around my room to try and find any sort of familiarity. I don't remember being here. Suddenly memories came flooding back to me and I remember Deku. I remember how they planned to let him go, and how he woke up right there. My eyes were frantically darting around the room, trying to find him. It couldn't have been a dream, it felt so real. Where was he? I instantly got out of my bed, trying to search for him. I ran around my room, and when I found no trace of him I sprinted to the bathroom. The door was slightly cracked and the lights were on. I could hear a small voice humming a song and I could feel my throat burning. I burst through the door causing the green-haired boy to sit up frantically, trying to cover his exposed skin with his hands and arms.

"K-Kacchan!! I'm in the bath you can't just storm in here!" He yelled embarrassed, cheeks flushed a bright red. I didn't say anything as I jumped in the bath with him, pulling his face into my chest. He tried to push away, but to no avail, my grip was strong.

"What are you doing? I'm trying to take a bath!" He managed to say, still punching my chest trying to pull himself out of my arms.

"Don't disappear like that." I mumble, the burn in my throat growing. Deku suddenly stops fighting and he just sits there, limp.

"I thought it was a dream, I thought I lost you for good." I say, barely above a whisper. I wasn't even sure he heard it, but suddenly I feel a pair of arms wrap around my back, pulling me even closer.

"You really were worried huh." He says, a small laugh escaping his perfect lips. Those were the trigger words, the floodgates were open and I began to sob. Deku tensed at the sight, he hasn't seen me cry since we were kids. Tears wouldn't stop falling down my face and my arms tightened around his small body, fearing that if I let go for even a second, he would disappear again. Deku rubbed calming circles around my back until my sobs subsided, only small whimpers leaving my mouth.

"Katsuki?" I lifted my head, my puffy eyes meeting his brilliant green ones. His eyebrows were knit together from the obvious concern showing on his face. He brought one of his warm hands up to my face, and unleashed a bright smile across his lips.

"I'm ok." He whispered, and I felt the urge to cry again. How could he be ok? After all i've done? There was no way he wasn't fighting the urge to push me away. I mean I could see why, I deserved it.

"You're allowed to push me away, Deku." I say pulling away, my eyes falling to my hands. I was still in my clothes, they were soaked and pressed against my shivering body, outlining the muscle I had.

"What I did to you was awful... You're allowed to tell me to go." I began fidgeting with my wet clothes, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable with the damp cloth pressed against my skin. I'm sure Deku was confused, normally I would be overly confident and cocky when I spoke, but all that faded away when my most important person was on the line. When my home was taken. Deku abruptly got out of the bath, draining the water and wrapping a towel around his waist. It caused my heart to clench. I mean, what was I expecting? I knew he was going to tell me to leave, but I didn't expect it to hurt this much. I continued to stare at my hands, trying to give him privacy but not wanting to leave in fear these might be my last moments with him. After the shuffling stopped and Deku was clothed, I could see Deku hanging the wet towel on the rack to dry.

A hand was offered to me.

I tore my eyes away from my hands, to look at Deku, a worried expression on his face. I felt awfully nostalgic as I took his hand hesitantly and was dragged out of the bathtub still in sopping wet clothes. Deku peeled the wet clothing off of me and dressed me in a new T-shirt and boxers. He dried my hair and dragged me into my room, holding me by the wrist.