The Past Returns

Chapter 13

The day of the race, Eijiro and Izuku gathered at Eijiro and Katsuki's apartment, their excitement mingling with a hint of concern for their absent friend. Katsuki sat on the couch, his expression weary and fatigued, a stark contrast to his usual fiery demeanor.

"I don't think I can make it to the race," Katsuki admitted, his voice strained. "I've been feeling really sick lately, and I don't want to risk pushing myself too hard."

Izuku's worry etched deep lines on his face as he looked at Katsuki. "Are you sure you're okay, Kacchan? Maybe we should go to the doctor just to be safe."

Katsuki waved off Izuku's concern with a dismissive gesture. "Nah, it's nothing serious. Probably just my body still healing from the accident. I'll be fine."

Eijiro exchanged a glance with Izuku, their concern mirrored in their eyes. They understood the weight of Katsuki's determination and how difficult it must have been for him to admit he couldn't attend the race. However, they also knew that prioritizing his health was of utmost importance.

"Kacchan, you've always been stubborn," Eijiro said gently, his voice tinged with worry. "But sometimes it's okay to take a step back and take care of yourself. We'll keep you updated on the race, and you can focus on recovering."

Katsuki sighed, a mix of frustration and resignation in his voice. "Yeah, you're right. I just hate feeling so helpless. But I trust you two to do your best out there and bring home a victory."

Izuku nodded, his determination reignited. "We won't let you down, Kacchan. We'll give it everything we've got and make you proud."

As the time drew near for Izuku and Eijiro to leave for the race, Katsuki and Izuku found themselves in a tender embrace. Their arms wrapped tightly around each other, holding onto the strength and love they shared.

"Izuku," Katsuki whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and vulnerability. "I know you can do this. You've trained so hard, and I believe in you with all my heart."

Izuku nodded, his eyes brimming with determination and affection. "Thank you, Kacchan. Your belief in me means the world. I won't let you down."

Katsuki's gaze softened, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love you, Izuku. So much. Remember that, no matter what happens."

Tears welled up in Izuku's eyes, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you too, Kacchan. Always and forever."

Their foreheads touched gently, sealing their unspoken promises. It was a moment of profound connection, a silent vow that transcended the barriers of the race and their current circumstances, sealing it with a deep kiss.

Izuku pulled away, his hand gripping Katsuki's gently. "Promise me something, Kacchan. Promise me that after the race, you'll let me take you to the doctor. I'm worried about you, and I want to make sure you're okay."

Katsuki's expression softened, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Alright, Izuku. I promise, we can go first thing tomorrow morning."

With that promise hanging in the air, Izuku and Eijiro bid Katsuki farewell, their hearts filled with determination and love. As they headed off to the race, Katsuki watched them go, a mix of pride and worry coursing through his veins.
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Izuku and Eijiro stood outside the apartment building, their hearts pounding with a mixture of excitement and nerves. The morning air was crisp, carrying with it a sense of anticipation for the day's race.

Eijiro adjusted his cap, his red hair peeking out from underneath. He turned to Izuku, giving him a reassuring smile. "You ready for this, Izuku? You've trained hard, and I know you're going to give it your all."