Izuku's Tangles

I See The Light

"I can't believe it worked." Said Katsuki, gripping his chopsticks. They were about to eat lunch along with Hitoshi and Izuku. Though, before Izuku could take the first bite, he went to the washroom to clean up his face from all the crying, leaving the two at the table.

"My plan?"

"Yeah, Izuku doesn't want to go back anymore."

Hitoshi sighed, "we don't know for sure that's what he wants. He could've been overreacting or something."

"Oh c'mon- be optimistic" Katsuki laughed, pausing to swallow his food. Flicking the chopsticks.

"It just sounds too good to be true."

Katsuki rolled his eyes, "sure- but it's a good thing. I don't think Izuku is lying."

Hitoshi considered it, then smiled. Katsuki was right. "I'm just happy Izuku trusts us more than his fucking father." Hitoshi snarled, squeezing his free hand.

"Agreed, if I see that man, I'll fucking kill him for ruining Izuku and I's life."

Hitoshi nodded with agreement, "I wonder what his reaction was to not finding Izuku home."

"Oh yeah, I wonder too."

"It's one pm and Izuku said he would be home by eight am, so it's been a few hours."

"Probably pissed off." Katsuki scoffed.

"Yeah, surely."

"I wouldn't be scared or anything- besides, he can't do much- maybe call the police or heroes that his son ran away. But that's really it."

"Didn't you say one time his dad hated heroes?" Hitoshi pondered.

"Oh yeah, I did. And that cancels out him telling the police as the police would call on the heroes for help."

"True- so pretty much he can't do anything other than finding Izuku himself or waiting for him to come home."

"Pretty much."

A click from the entrance, zapped the two out of their conversation, a slight fear flowing through their chests. As though the dad would walk in, they stared at the door. Izuku, thank God, waltz right in with a smile, sitting beside Hitoshi in the middle.

The two laughed anxiously.

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Izuku began to yawn every few minutes after dinner, rubbing his eyes as they itched. Hitoshi declared they should get ready for bed- an early night. Izuku loved the idea, already half asleep. He didn't get why he was so tired- already dead tired by eight pm.

Katsuki, who didn't want to leave just yet, called his mom, asking if he could stay over for the night- perhaps longer. He didn't divulge many details, knowing if Mitsuki knew Izuku was found, she would go on a rampage.

Hitoshi's parents came home not long after setting up for bed. They didn't say much when they heard Katsuki's demands, they only shrugged. The two retired to their bedroom and office, taking ownership of the first level.

In the bedroom, Katsuki rolled out the blow-up bed they previously folded. Plopping some sheets and pillows, Katsuki laid down- telling Hitoshi his mom would bring him clothes. It wasn't long until Katsuki got jealous hearing Izuku would be sleeping with Hitoshi.

At one point, Izuku received a new set of PJs that were Hitoshi's and began to change into the set, right in front of their eyes. An echo then yells.

Izuku flinched, covering up his exposed chest with an arm and his underwear-covered crotch with a hand. "Ah! Look away!" Izuku screamed, whipping around to run into the hall.