Unfinished Business

16. Distance 💚

" Nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it" ~ Unknown

Katsuki stepped off his flight three hours later annoyed and heavy hearted instantly.

Nothing in him wants to be back here away from Izuku, the fifteen hour distance now feels like fifteen million miles and it mise well fucking be.

He pulls his bag up further on his shoulder, pulling the dark green hood of his hoodie up over blonde spikes, he smirks as he walks because his nerd never realized the sweatshirt he has on is a Hero Deku one, he pulls his phone out getting ready to text the greenett on his mind that he landed and would call him soon.

Kacchan 💥

I just landed, I fucking miss you already. You doin' ok?

Izuku smiles immediately when his phone dings with an alert as he sits on the couch in his apartment trying to distract himself from the aching absence that now is pulling at him.

He's thrilled to get a text from Katsuki so soon and now feels a hit of relief that what the firey blonde said was true, that he would make up for all the ones he missed and that he would definitely be hearing from him.

He responds quickly.

Deku💚

Kacchan! Im glad you arrived safely but I wish you were here instead 😩 I'm Ok but I'm missing you so much 😔

The blonde smiles at the text even as it pulls at his aching heart strings.

Kacchan 💥

I wish I was there too. Soon Deku, soon. Keep the bed warm for me. I'll call you in a bit. Love you nerd.

Izuku went glassy eyed unsure of how he was going to miss Katsuki this much for four weeks. He's missed him for almost five years so this should be easy right? No. No this was somehow harder.

Kacchan 💥

I love you Kacchan. I can't wait for your call. 💚

The blonde sighed putting his phone away as he walked to the parking lot to his car.

Forty-five minutes later the firey hero was walking in the door of his apartment dropping his bag by the door and kicking his shoes off. He's tired from travel and not much sleep the night before but more than that he's restless, and moody.

He walks to the kitchen shuffling through some mail he had in his hand that was piled in his mailbox since he'd been gone, nothing all that important he decided, bills, junk mail..some fan mail that he very seldom ever reads. He scowls suddenly remembering Deku's words of how he had gotten mail with random extras pictures in his hero merchandise. The jealous blonde wasn't joking when he said he was having hero Dynamite and Hero Deku underwear removed from the line of clothing, he had actually made that call when he got on the plane, yeah no more of that shit for sure.

He tossed the mail on the counter then grabbed a water from the fridge.

The blonde hero took a seat on the living room sofa taking in the room after the two weeks he'd been gone.

He never had a reason to hate his apartment before, in fact he had actually always liked it. The colors suited him in deep grays, blacks, deep oranges and reds. It had always felt warm and comfortable but not now, not now at all. Suddenly it felt cold and lonely and all he fucking wanted was to either be back home wrapped around that nerd in his place or to have that nerd here in his wrapped around him.