Hold me tighter, pleaseꨄ

✘Chapter Twenty Eight✘

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"So you like it?"

Midoriya teased, as he watched the ash blonde have the most goofiest smile spread across his face as he scrambled to throw on an orange sweater that had green splattered every where making a cool design.

"I fucking love it!"

"And it smells just like you.... "

Bakugo muttered, not wanting the freckle teen to hear that last part.

"We're not really sure, how long this uhm.... mission is gonna be so I just wanted to make sure you had something to keep you warm till I came back."

Katsuki nodded his head.
A part of him wanted to ask Izuku to go, to fight along side him.
But.... he couldn't.
Not just because of the league, but because he knew... he knew he wouldn't be much help.
If you didn't involve the fact that he has panic attacks just thinking about the league, it would be his quirk.
He hadn't trained in months, even when he used his quirk last week to... it was still weak.
He was useless in this situation which made him feel worthless.
He wasn't even sure if being a hero is what he wanted anymore.
What did he want?

"Kacchan?"
"Are you alright?"

Crimson eyes clashed with emerald.
Izuku could see the sadness by just looking in to the blonde's eyes.

"Hey?"
"What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing, don't worry about it."

The blonde looked away from the greenette's enchanting eyes.

"Kacchan... "

That was a warning.
Not a threatening one, like his mother would do when he was about to be beaten, but more of a worried one.
One that was letting him know, Izuku wasn't gonna drop it until he got to the bottom of what was bothering him.
The only thing was.... Katsuki didn't actually know how to put his thoughts into words.
He didn't even know if he could.

"Please Zuku, just drop it for now.... I don't know what is going through my mind. "
"I need time to think.... but I promise when I figure it out I'll talk to you."

"Communication works both fucking ways, right?"

Midoriya smiled at the other, causing butterflies to abrupt in the blonde's stomach.

'Stupid fucking nerd.'
'Always making me feel like this!'

"I should probably get going.... "

Izuku spoke up, sadness leaking in his voice.

He didn't want to leave already, he missed Bakugo so much.
And it felt like they barely had anytime together.
But he still had a task to do.

"Yeah... I guess... you should huh?"

'He must really want to get away from me... '

Sadly, even if the voice was no longer there.
It still tormented him over and over again, constantly reminding him how shitty he was, even still am.
Slowly and painfully tearing down his self esteem till he truly felt less then garbage.
So yeah, the voice may be gone, but the self hatred he gained, was still there.
The belief that Izuku would eventually leave, or the possibility that he may just be pitying him and forcing himself to stick around still lingered in the back of his mind.

"Before I leave though, could you open your other present?"

Izuku asked, breaking Bakugo from his thoughts.