Falling For Freckles

32. Before it's too Late

Izuku was sitting on the couch in his mom's house staring out the window, emerald eyes glassy with tears. He's been crying for days now. His heart aching nonstop. Sleep hasn't come in the days he's been away and knows it won't anytime soon.

He's read every text and listened to every voice-mail that the blonde has sent and he has almost called him back more times then he can count, but anxiety is a bitch and he always freezes him in place, that and he just doesn't know what to think.

He so badly wants to belive his Kacchan, to believe that he has been nothing but faithful and maybe he was.

Izuku keeps hearing the way Katsuki begged to be believed. The way he asked him not to call him Bakugou. Oh how the blonde has no idea how hard it was to even get the damn word out of his mouth or how it actually felt like acid coming up.

The greenett himself had felt like he might vomit as soon as he tasted the name on his tongue.

He breaks out in tears again as he stares at the K charm on his wrist.

He hurts, his heart, his mind, his eyes. Everything aches and is twisted in a sickening storm inside his chest. His mother has made several attempts to get him to eat but he hasn't even tried. Small sips of water seems to be all he can handle and that even comes back up from time to time.

He let's his mind travel to what his mother had told him before she had left the house to go stay with her sister for a few days.

She told her son she believes in the blondes innocents and that Izuku better than anyone knows that pictures can be staged and altered.

He lays down on the couch as tears continue to roll down the sides of his face.

He's ignored his friends text too, even Shoto's and Kirishima's.

He turns over on his side with a small groan feeling his stomach practically eat itself when suddenly there is a knock at the door.

He scrunched his face wondering who it could be. He sighs getting up slowly shuffling to it, he hardly has the energy or the strength to pick his feet up.

When he finally does turn the handle he sees familiar bicolor eyes and a worried red head.

Izuku leans on the door.

" Sho, Kiri....what are you doing here?"

" I could ask you the same thing" , Shoto says with a monotone voice even though the look of his best friend has him concerned.

The greenett furrows a brow.

" What? W-what do you mean?"

Shoto sighs.

" I mean why aren't you at school trying to work this crap out with Anger Issues?"

The greenett straightens himself.

" What?"

" You heard me, why are you hiding here?"

Shoto pushes himself inside with a redhead on his heels.

Izuku turns to his best friend.

" You know why I'm home! You heard what happened!"

Shoto shrugs.

" I heard a rumor, saw a picture that looks staged, and saw a broken Katsuki Bakugou who looks like he lost everything"

The greenett feels his heart aching.

Kirishima suddenly speaks up.

" Yeah bro, and look at this video man, look at what Shinso found from the camera at work from the night you thought you lost Bakubros ring"