Counterfeit Love | BKDK

7

Izuku sat in the hospital bed, feeling weary from his injuries and the events that had transpired. He stared out of the window, lost in thought, when he heard the door open, and Katsuki walked in, a bag of food in his hands. A small smile tugged at Izuku's lips as his stomach growled in anticipation.

Katsuki approached the bed and set the bag down on the tray table. He pulled out containers filled with warm, delicious-smelling food. "I brought you something better than the hospital's excuse for a meal," he said, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

Izuku's eyes sparkled with gratitude as he looked up at Katsuki. "Thank you, Kacchan. Hospital food is the worst."

Katsuki chuckled and took a seat next to Izuku on the edge of the bed. He opened the containers, revealing a variety of dishes—comforting soups, flavorful stir-fries, and even a mouth-watering dessert. The aroma filled the room, making Izuku's stomach rumble louder.

As Katsuki served the food onto a small tray, Izuku couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in his heart. Katsuki had gone out of his way to ensure that he didn't have to endure the bland hospital meals alone. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to Izuku.

"Dig in, Deku," Katsuki said, handing over the tray. "I made sure to get your favorites."

Izuku's smile widened, and he eagerly picked up the spoon, savoring the first mouthful of the flavorful soup. It was like a burst of comfort and care, reminding him that he wasn't alone in this.

As they sat side by side, Izuku and Katsuki shared the meal in comfortable silence. The hospital room transformed into a sanctuary of friendship and support. With each bite, Izuku felt not only nourishment but also a renewed sense of hope and healing.

Between spoonfuls, Izuku couldn't help but steal glances at Katsuki. The worry lines on his face had softened, replaced by a genuine concern and a touch of tenderness. It was in moments like these that Izuku realized just how much Katsuki cared for him, beyond their fake relationship.

As they finished the meal, Katsuki collected the empty containers, his gaze meeting Izuku's. "Feeling better after that?"

Izuku nodded, his voice filled with gratitude. "Much better, Kacchan. Thank you for being here for me."

Katsuki shrugged, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. "Of course, Deku. We're in this together, remember?"

Izuku's heart swelled with warmth as he nodded, a silent agreement passing between them. In that moment, their connection transcended the bounds of a pretend relationship, blossoming into something deeper and more meaningful.

And as they sat there, side by side, Izuku couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope, knowing that with Katsuki by his side, they could face anything that came their way.

Katsuki took a deep breath, his expression filled with a mix of determination and worry. He turned to face Izuku, who sat in the hospital bed, his injuries slowly healing. It was a difficult moment for both of them.

"Izuku," Katsuki began, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness, "I have a mission. It's something I can't put off, but I promise I'll be back soon."

Izuku looked up at Katsuki, his eyes filled with understanding and concern. "You don't have to worry about me, Kacchan. I'll be fine here. Just focus on your mission."