It's Never An Accident (bkdk) VOL 1

nineteen

Izuku's PoV:

I slowly open my eyes, feeling sick to my stomach for the second morning in a row... My vision was filled with the sight of Kacchan sleeping soundly in front of me. I smile, but weirdly due to my stomach ache. 

Sitting up, I wander out of the room with a slow and careful pace but quicken up as I finally close the door behind myself. My head was pounding. "Oh, good morning, dear!" Katsuki's mother smiled at me with a pat on the back. I smile at her and head to the bathroom.

His mom was all dressed up in fancy clothes, so I was guessing it had something to do with work. 

I felt worse than a minute ago. I immediately hunch over the toilet and puke. 

"Jesus, when will this fucking end..." I groan. 

A knock came upon the door, "Deku," Katsuki's low monotone voice was framed away from the wooden door separating us. He opened it and looked at me from above. "My mom left for work. So, nothing to sweat."

He flushes the toilet and helps me off the tiled floor. "Yet, you need to lie back down." He brings me over to the bedroom and I sit down on the bed. He pulls a blanket up to my shoulders then turns on the tv that lied o the dresser. 

He moved onto the bed and pulled my head into his lap before beginning to move his fingers through my hair and move the tv to Netflix. As he clicked on a movie I didn't recognize, he moved both of his hands to my head. His fingers ran through my knotted hair so effortlessly.

It reminded me of when we hated each other. He would always find a way to make me forgive him for the dumb things he had ever done, completed, he always found a way no matter what. So why was he forgiving me for last night?

I went to a guy's house that he hated and kissed him for fuck sake. He had every right to kick me out of the house, yet he didn't He never did, yet he said I was welcomed here. He even kissed me, hugged me.

Everything was so drifted and faded that I just never paid attention to the good things I had in my life currently. Not everything was too bad now that I think about it more clearly. 

"Hello?" I hadn't noticed that someone called him.

"This is him," He said in a questionable tone.

"He what? No fucking way, I'll be there in ten."

He hung up the phone and got out of the bed, making me lose any warmth provided to me. "Ashton got arrested like the dumbass he is," He yanked a sweatshirt from the floor, "I need to go bail him out."

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