For I came to see, -and saw I did, - may you take back - what once I bid.
Katuki was overwhelmed and unable to properly maintain a clear mind as the days in his castle grew more chaotic. He married a woman he didn't love and was certain he never wi...
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His mind starts to register his surroundings agonizingly slow, and his body feels sore even in his stay-still position, but it was his stomach that woke him in the end. It felt like something was moving inside and it hurt to breathe in at times, but he knew it was because he was so inevitably hungry. When Izuku liked his lips, finding his mouth to be as dry as the desert, he realized he was parched too.
The memories of last night conjure in his mind, and he has half a mind to stay lying down to not face Katsuki. Yet, his eyes are squinting painfully as sun filters through the lids and his stomach grumbles when his nose gets a whiff of something cooking so he has no choice but to wake up and, inevitably, face the facts.
When he opens his eyes, sunlight filters through the apertures of the rustling leaves above. Distantly, he remembers that there were no leaves in the forest he traversed through the previous night, only naked birch branches, but now he's surrounded by them everywhere he looks.
Was I carried all the way here? The thought gives him a bad taste as his mind immediately conjures images of hanging limp in Katsukis arms, in his absolute mercy. How humiliating.
Izuku groans a little, hand to his stomach as it pokes and prods at him in hunger, before he sits up to get a better look on his surroundings. He's deeper in the forest, he knows that much by how dense the trees have become in comparison to the wide ranged woods from last night, but other than that, he has no idea where he is.
The only thing he recognizes are his and Katsukis things around a campfire with the blond sitting on a conveniently placed log in front of the fire as he tends to it. Not a single glance is casted Izuku's way when he goes to sit up and yawn, inappropriately loud he'd say, but there wasn't much Izuku could do about that.
But, when he's finished with his awakening, katsukis hand extends him a felted tissue, tied in a knot at the top where he holds it, with the scent of food coming from it. He says nothing.
Both are silent, with Izuku looking away in discomfort and sudden frustration at the lack of words being exchanged, and stubbornly, he'd decided he won't be accepting anything from Katsuki unless he speaks to him. He barely even said a word to him last night, even when so much was said, and Izuku can't stand it any longer.
He misses the times Katsuki looks his way, but he hears the distinct scoff Katsuki usually throws at him in times past before the cloth is placed at his side and out of reach, no longer offered.
"Starve for all I care. More for me." Katsuki mumbles, loud enough for Izuku to hear, who seethes as he tenses in his seat on the floor before he bares his teeth. Abruptly, Izuku stands on his feet, looking down at the small fire with fists clenched.
How can he be so utterly heartless?
Izuku turns on his heels, fighting the black that surrounds his vision from the quick movements with his body low on proper nutrition.
