From The Sidelines.

The Cliff of Wishes.

When Izuku accepted that he was falling for Katsuki, everything got more simultaneously beautiful yet painful at the same time. But isn't that what falling in love is like, Izuku thinks to himself: a beautiful kind of pain. One that crushes the air within his lungs, churns his stomach, and threatens to stab holes into his heart.

And yet, there's nothing like seeing the evening sun reflect off of Katsuki's eyes, hearing the boy's deep voice that tells him stories that Izuku knew he didn't tell others, or feeling the warmth of Katsuki's skin in the few lapses in time when the blonde doesn't mind Izuku's touch.

Whether it be taking something out of the athlete's hair, to wrapping Katsuki's fingers in athletic tape for him, to pulling him by the hand to go somewhere, Izuku feels almost pathetic for allowing the slightest touch to linger within his fingertips for hours. If he could help it, he would. And it wasn't as if Izuku was not trying. He most definitely was.

But effort seemed fruitless, when it felt like Katsuki was a black hole, and Izuku's path was bound to get sucked in.

The night that Katsuki had shown up on his front lawn to give him the dance he never got to experience, was also the same night he accepted the inevitability of it all. And it was also when Izuku understood that this was going to end in heartbreak and destruction.

After all, this was a one-sided affair. And he had the wrong end of the deal.

"Deku?" The deep voice coming in from the other side of the phone interrupted Izuku's morning sleep. In a state of tired daze, he had picked up the phone around 5 in the morning upon seeing Katsuki's contact name pop up. Izuku thought it was odd, considering that the blonde had never called at this time.

Izuku's eyes were still practically glued shut, but he forced himself up on his elbows and put the phone on speaker, "Kacchan? What's going on? It's 5 in the morning."

"I'm aware," Katsuki chuckled in his slightly scratchy morning voice, and Izuku, even in this exhausted state that he was in, found the sound too alluring for his own good.

"Mm," Izuku hummed, rolling onto his side and bringing the phone close to his ear, "Is everything good?"

The blonde then said through the line, and Izuku could practically see that playful grin, "Can't I just call to say good morning, nerd?"

Izuku airily laughed through the phone, eyes slightly open as he watches the shadows on the wall of his dark room, "Good morning, Kacchan."

The blonde then tells him in that gruff voice that Izuku could never get out of his head, "Good morning."

Izuku snuggled back into his blankets, and smiled into the phone, enjoying how cutely domestic this was, contrary to how they usually talked, "Did you sleep well?"

At this, the athlete actually seemed amused and there was rustling in the phone as if he was getting up, "Well enough. Hm, I should do this more often."

Izuku bit his lip and grins, "Do what? Call to say good morning? Now tell me Kacchan, what do you actually want."

"You think too little of me, Deku," Katsuki tsked, "Was it really hard to believe I just wanted to tell your ass good morning?"

Izuku just replied through the line, "A little."

"You wound me," Katsuki feigns hurt, "Anyways, are you up for leaving the house right now?"

"See?" Izuku points out, "There it is. I knew you were calling for a reason."

Katsuki just repeated, "Just answer the question, geez."