If I Had One Wish

Chapter Seventy

Chapter Seventy - Butterflies in ones stomach

This world is rabid

This world is through

Follow me through an empty dream

I'm sleeping next to someone new

My conscience burning, my beastly flaw

The headache pill, the necktie on my bedroom door

And I'm such a coward, these wretched things I do

Disgrace and treachery

I'm a sickness and I know it's true

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When Izuku woke up he felt his arm had gone entirely numb, pins and needles beginning to creep up his forearm as he shifted in bed with the tiniest of grunts. Heat bloomed against his chest, rumbling slowly.

"Katsuki." He breathed, sleep riddled and exhausted as he held him to his side, trying to move his arm from beneath his body without waking him or moving away; still wanting to cuddle him. At first he hadn't known what had awoken him, closing his eyes as he grunted and moved his body beside Katsuki's own, trailing his arm out from under his head to rest on his back and pull him into his side, not minding how his limbs were splayed out like a starfish, trying to take up the entire bed. And for a moment, he prepared to go back to sleep, breathing in the smoky scent of sugar that his boyfriend radiated, until what had woken him up before struck him awake again.

His phone was ringing.

Fumbling, he quickly reached for it, not wanting to wake his partner. "Hello?"

"Oh! Izuku, I didn't think you'd pick up, it's a bit early. I was going to leave a message." The familiar voice of his mother mused from the other end, melodic and cheery despite how early it was, the teen tiredly squinting at the ceiling as he lifted his arm to glance at his watch.

7:35 am.

He could've groaned, exhausted, but he smiled at Inko's tone and brightness, whispering. "That's alright, good morning, mom."

Stretching, his limbs ached, areas in his back popping and releasing tension as he adjusted his legs beneath the sheets, feeling them strain from where they were wrapped around Katsuki's form, pale calves draped over freckled ones. His voice tensed beneath another yawn and between his stretch, jaw locking. "What's up?"

"Well, I haven't seen you in awhile and I thought it'd be nice to see Katsuki again after everything that happened. Plus-" Inko's sweet tone wavered, showing she was also leading into asking something she knew he wouldn't like.

Izuku felt Katsuki shift in bed, curling up against his side and tucking his head beneath his chin with a hitched breath, following his warmth subconsciously in his sleep. His nose pressed to the hollow of his neck, breathing slow and deep, tickling his skin slightly.

And this... this was bliss. Feeling how he warmed up to him and settled into the hollows of his body, wanting to be enveloped by him, feeling safe there, so much so that he sought him out, was bliss. Izuku had seen how Katsuki had been different the past few weeks, knew something was bothering him, but knew better than to pry it out when he so desperately didn't want to talk about it. He'd pull him in and just kiss him harder, eyes pleading him to let it go momentarily. And he did. But when he looked at him now, watching the pinch of his brows and the scrunch of his nose, though he found it adorable really, he did wonder if that mild discomfort meant he was dreaming badly. Nightmares.