. . I'm SO sorry for the slow—ish update. Life has genuinely been shit💀Also sorry for the short chapter . . -Reader POV- The two boy stood like that for almost an hour before they sat down on the floor, one of them sniffling and occasionally sobbing, the other quiet. Izuku was half sitting on Kastuki's lap, his legs slightly off to the side. Izuku got up slowly when he heard his mum pull into the driveway. He wiped his tears away and took a few deep breaths. The greenette helped the blonde up, opening the door and gesturing for him to leave. Kastuki stood there for a few moments, complementing whether he should leave Izuku in such a state, he then decided it be better i-
"Kastuki?! Is that you dear?!" Inko Midoriya. Izuku's mom. She rushed over and hugged the boy firmly, "My! It's been so long! You've grown so much!" She rambled on until she noticed Izuku.
-Kastuki POV- Inko continued to talk to me until she finally noticed her son.
"Izuku... Have you been crying again?" She walked over and wiped her son's tears away, revealing his puffy red eyes. Wait- AGAIN?! How often does this shitty nerd cry.
"Are you staying, Kastuki dear?" Inko asked innocently, I thought for a moment, figuring out the pros and cons.
Pros: I get to probably sleep in the same room as Deku I get to taste Auntie's cooking in the morning Or Deku's, they're both really good I'll be able to keep an eye on Deku
Wait... WHAT THE FUCK AM I SAYING?! Shit.
"I'll stay," I said without really thinking, shrugging nonchalantly.
"Wonderful!! Izuku, be a dear and go get the spare futon; put it in your room," I could see the mental slap Izuku gave his mother as he walked away. I followed close behind him.
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