Just be patient

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"Inky look!" Mitsuki said excitedly, showing Inko the photo of Izuku and Katsuki on the couch.

Inko looked at the photo and felt tears fill her eyes. Everyone except her. She saw how Izuku let Mitsuki touch him before he pulled away.

"Woah are you okay? Why are you crying?" Mitsuki quickly asked looking very concerned as Inko tried to bite back her sobs.

"Everyone except me. He won't let me come near him. He'll sit in the back seat on the opposite side of the car and quickly step right past me to get past me." She quietly cried into her hands so that the boys wouldn't hear her.

"When I talk to him I only get one-word answers. Mitsuki I don't know what to do. I feel horrible, he trusted Kat so fast I don't understand."

Mitsuki hugged Inko as she cried.

"It's only been one day. Give him a little more time he'll open up eventually I know it. He's damaged, I can tell. I think because Katsuki's a boy, but again I'm not sure Inko." She said calmly, letting her best friend cry into her arms. Inko let out choked sobs.

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Izuku slowly entered Katsuki's room and looked around standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. A group of photos caught his attention.

As he walked over to them he saw that a few of them were just of him and Katsuki.

Next to the photos, pinned up on the wall was a messy drawing of what seemed to be the two boys.

One was drawn in green and the other is orange with a crayon.

Izuku tried to make sense of the circle bodies and stick arms, it looked like they were holding hands as above one of them in a word bubble said "I love you Kacchan." with a heart.

"Kacchan?" Izuku said to himself.

"Yea?" the blonde asked with raised brows. Izuku began tightly grabbing his wrists again. He didn't mean to say that out loud. His tongue seemed to be stuck in his mouth for a long moment.

He slowly turned around to look at Katsuki who was already intensely looking back at him.

"Is that us?" he asked pointing towards the drawing. The blonde looked where Izuku was pointing and nodded "Yeah, you drew that Deku." Izuku looked at his feet feeling embarrassed that he forgot he drew it.

He only looked up when the taller boy unwrapped his hands from his wrists.

Izuku watched as the other boy looked at his wrists shocked. Izuku realised that he forgot to put his gloves back on and snatched his hands away.

"Where are your gloves?" he asked. Izuku bit his lips nervous that he had made Katsuki angry.

"In the bathroom," he whispered only just audible. Katsuki sped walked out of his room returning a minute later to see Izuku sitting on the very edge of his bed.

"Give me your hands," he demanded making Izuku flinch and look down from his harsh tone. The blonde sighed and asked softer.

"Deku please give me your hands." Izuku stayed completely still.

Katsuki resisted the urge to groan. He very gently took Izuku's small hands in his bigger calloused one's and was able to get a very good look at Izuku's wrists.

There were teeth marks, scratches, and bruises in the shape of hands from when he had been grabbing himself.

But slightly above his wrists. On his arms, it didn't look like it was self-inflicted. But they looked bad. Katsuki sat next to the silent boy and asked.