If he's anything like me - BakuDeku

I Missed You

Izuku blinked. He wiggled his fingers. He rolled his shoulders back. He squeezed the sides of his desk. To his left, the window was intact. No signs of a villain attack. His head wasn't gushing blood, and the classroom was all in one piece. Like that part had just been skipped. Removed from reality completely. Looking around, Izuku realized that everyone was acting as they always were. Goofing off, suppressing snickers, dozing off. Just like it had always been.

In front of him was Kacchan, wearing that ever-present scowl that Izuku found unnaturally adorable. Kacchan held his pencil carefully, making sure not to press it against his palm so the friction wouldn't cause an explosion. He was thoughtful like that. Delicate, contrary to popular belief.

Izuku spent the rest of class just admiring the blonde before him. For the first time, he left class with an empty page in his notebook.

"Deku-kun! Hey!" Uraraka called, chasing after Izuku. She latched onto his arm, a smile prominent against her naturally flushed face while the rest of the student body left the school building.

"Oh, hey!" Izuku beamed. He let Uraraka hang onto him, walking side-by-side with her under the semi-cloudy sky. It was nice to be back in his own reality, Iuzku thought. Though he did have a lot of fun with Kat, he had missed his friends. He had missed Todoroki's awkwardness, Iida's assertiveness, Tsu's gentle bluntness, and Uraraka's bubbly clinginess. Izuku felt like he belonged here– and he did. Everything was just right.

And then he caught a glimpse of Katsuki from the corner of his eye, Kirishima's arm slung over his shoulders. His walk simmered down to a stop, his eyes now lingering over the blonde that he knew so well, yet not at all. He and Kirishima were... smiling. Laughing. What kind of things did Kacchan find funny? Did he like corny jokes, or dark humor, or innuendoes? Did he like to tease, or mock, or just observe and absorb? Why didn't Izuku know any of that?

How did Kirishima get him to smile so easily? Had Izuku been doing something wrong all these years?

Izuku shook his head, clearing his mind. He must have been all jumbled from the reality jump. He knew now, confidently, that Katsuki didn't hate him. In fact, he might love him. Of course, it wasn't that simple. There were so many things to consider, so many variables at play. But Izuku knew– he knew– that Katsuki didn't harbor any negative feelings toward him, not really. He just had trouble expressing them.

Just a little push, Izuku reminded himself. Just give him a little push. 

"Iida and Todoroki asked if we wanted to join them at the mall this afternoon," Uraraka went on. "Wanna come along? Don't worry, they're paying."

"Sorry," Izuku said with a small smile. "I've got some stuff I need to take care of later today. Maybe next time?"

Uraraka frowned, but she wasn't going to argue. She saw how Izuku's eyes lingered over Katsuki, how they sparkled with admiration, how they never looked her way when he was around, not even once. "Yeah," Uraraka said. "Next time. Sounds good."

Uraraka watched as Izuku detached himself, waving her away as he melted into the river of students heading to their respective dormitories. Izuku beelined to the elevator, weaving past his classmates who congregated in the common area, happily blabbing about the school day.
Normally, Izuku would stop to listen. He loved being around other people, despite the fact that he was still getting over his social anxiety. But today he had a strict agenda. To him, it was now or never.

He changed out of his school uniform, put his books and notebooks away, tidied up his room, and headed to the training gym.

Kirishima saw Izuku approaching before Katsuki did. The two were sparring– or, well, Kirishima was activating his quirk while Katsuki fired blast after blast at him. Izuku's smile tripled in size as Kirishima noticed him, ducking out of the way as Katsuki dived down to strike him. "Midoriya! Hey, dude!" Kirishima greeted, jogging up to pull the freckled boy into a sweaty hug.