If I Had One Wish

Chapter Sixty-Six

Chapter Sixty Six - Coping Mechanisms and Starry Eyes

My conscience burning

My eyes are too

Cuddled up with a heart condemned

I should love you and I swear I do

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Take a bite. No, hey, aw Kacchan! Don't stain my shirt, this is for your own good, I promise."

"I'm not hungry." Katsuki turned his nose away from the sandwich despite the smell of it wafting up to his nose, smelling of tangy tabasco, greasy meat and fresh baked bread. His tongue salivated as it sunk down against the bottom of his mouth, swallowing thickly. His stomach swirled.

"Katsuki." Izuku exasperated. "You haven't eaten all day, that isn't possible. I know you're not feeling well but you're not taking care of yourself, this can develop into an ED if you let it go on long enough."

"No, it won't." Katsuki defended, wrapping his hand around Izuku's forearm. Sighing, Izuku met his eyes. "Okay, it could. I dunno how that stuff works, just- I've been really nauseous lately. I feel fucking shitty."

"Yeah, but maybe you also feel shitty because you don't have enough in your body to produce energy. You're running on fumes and, seriously, pure spite."

"Oi, don't knock it 'fore you tried it. You'd be surprised how far spite can get me." He jutted out his bottom lip in displeasure, scrunching his nose as he eyed the sandwich again. His stomach growled softly and his ears went a light pink in embarrassment. Clearing his throat, he looked away, feeling silly. He felt like he couldn't take a bite or he'd gag but at the same time his internal organs were screaming at him to just take a bite out of that damn shawarma Izuku was holding before his intestines tied themselves into knots. "You take a bite first."

Midoriya complied almost instantly, rolling the red and white checkered paper down to tilt his head and take a big bite out of the top. Chewing, he wiped the corner of his mouth with the napkin and tilted his hand towards the blonde again. He didn't look at him so he didn't feel pressured, looking around the park they were at, shaded beneath a cherry blossom tree that was nowhere near to blooming, needing at least until the end of the month to begin turning pink. He felt Katsuki's hand hold his to keep it in place, bending to take a bite. Much smaller, but it was a bite and that's all he'd ask for. He knew Katsuki had an appetite; it'd return gradually.

Pulling back, Katsuki hummed, savoring the kick of the hot sauce that Izuku had no doubt asked extra for, specifically for him.

"Good?"

"Yeah." He leaned his head into his hand, looking at the kids running across the grass in flocks, loud laughter emanating off of them. Glancing down to the picnic table they were at, he gestured to the stuff. "So, the sketchbook?"

"You were always good at art, Katsuki. You pay attention to detail, have an eye for observation. I think it'll calm you. It also works as a vent book, if you'd like, whatever ends up helping you the most."

"Vent book?" Katsuki grabbed his hand to lean forward and take another bite, this time bigger, making Izuku smile.

"Basically what it sounds like, shove anything and everything into it. Vent out things you feel you can't say, burn the pages, throw it around, rip it to pieces, literally anything that helps get out tension or make you feel less wound up than before." He shrugged. "I usually write stuff down on a page, things that bother me, then watch it burn slowly before throwing the ashes into the toilet."