If I Had One Wish

Chapter Twenty Eight

Chapter Twenty Eight - Mr. nice guy

Everyones falling in love. So fast, so hard, so utterly pure yet tainted.

I'm jealous.

But I'm not...

I want to fall in love but I'd rather escape the stress of falling out of it.

I want to have someone to hold but don't want to deal with letting them go.

I don't want the addiction.

I don't want to rely.

I don't-

"I do."

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Izuku pursed his lips, a growing smile trying to break free as he stared at the blonde sitting cross legged on the grey carpeted floor. The grand dusty bookcases stood strong around them, multiple rows on top of rows after each other causing a cozy feel to the corner where the teen sat. Lettered pages showed a sense of order for those looking for certain authors, genres in bold letters on top of the wall.

Katsuki was surrounded by multiple books, open around him in a circle while others lay stacked on top of each other. He held a thick novel in his hand, manga's littered beside him opened to a specific page. Midoriya hummed under his breath, not wanting to startle the beautiful sight in front of him. He was able to take a picture, unable to resist as he watched the male flip through the pages at a startling pace, as if searching. He was engrossed, not caring about the cover showing exactly what he was reading.

A romance, a dirty one at that. Izuku couldn't help but chuckle, the sound alerting his friend into alertness. Katsuki dropped the book, the pages fluttering gently as it tumbled into his lap with a soft thud. Kirishima's cup lay beside him, empty and the straw nawed flat. Ejiro probably didn't even notice when Bakugou had taken it and, if he did, he never showed that he cared.

Volcanic eyes focused on him, brightening in recognition and instinct before dimming in realization. "Done?"

"Don't get up." Midoriya insisted when he noticed the blonde shifting to one side, ready to stand. Izuku crouched, leaning against the wall for support before sitting with a grunt. His body was forever troubling him with soreness, either from working out or breaking bones he didn't know. He hadn't felt relaxed in awhile. He huffed. "He took it well."

"Mm." Katsuki glanced at the teen, the way his long legs outstretched in front of his own crossed ones and hit the bookshelf across from them. They were in the corner of the room, hidden from view but still in full sight if someone turned to glance at the books near them. Izuku reached out, wiping at a stray tear Bakugou didn't even know he had shed.

"You okay?"

"Peachy." Bakugou tilted his head into the hand, noticing the surprised jolt Midoriya's arm gave on it's own. Either way Izuku brushed his thumb gently under the males eye, tilting his chin up so he could meet his eyes. That's when the blonde pulled back. Eye contact wasn't something he wanted to give at the moment.

Izuku let his hand fall between them gently, retreating to play with the chain on his neck as he spoke. "You know-"

"Shut up, give me a second." Katsuki sighed, rubbing his temples as Izuku leaned back against the wall in dejection. Bakugou had been preparing this speech the whole time Izuku had been talking to Ejiro, gaining his courage to speak up. "I am really fucking sorry, I am. But I don't know how to fucking appraoch this thing we have, Deku."