Revelation

4 July: Little Things

Thursday. The middle child of the days of the week. The day after Wednesday, and the day before Friday. The day on which people go, "I can't wait for it to be over," and try to muddle through it as quickly as possible. People often overlook this day, to favour Friday, the end of the weekdays.

"What the hell are you mumbling about?" Katsuki finally grunts, whipping around to find you absentmindedly spaced out with nothing short of horrifying and random words spewing out of your lips.

"Today's Thursday." You announce, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you stride beside him, breaking out of your trance. "I was just thinking, that day when I broke and I told Izuku everything when we were 10, it was also a Thursday."

Sharp eyes cut towards you, your friend who has kept your Secret under lock and key and has diverted questions about Izuku's loss of memories of you. Sure, the rest of the class knows about Izuku's childhood Quirk Accident, but that was because Katsuki had convinced you to tell them and the teachers to keep up with appearances. Katsuki had threatened you with a hand to the wall behind you at the ripe age of 11.

"You know, you never really told me what happened." He says carefully, treading on thin ice. You look at him, and then look at the ground.

"Yeah, well. I'm not proud of it."

The school is coming into view, and by your tightly closed lips and your averted eyes, Katsuki gets the hint and drops it.

It was childish, really, and Izuku's reaction wasn't worth digging up trenches of memories for.

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4 Days after the Quirk Accident, age 10

It was a Thursday. The middle child of the days of the week. The day after Wednesday, and the day before Friday. The day on which people go, "I can't wait for it to be over," and try to muddle through it as quickly as possible.

The same day that you couldn't help but explode because you hated the trench between both of you.

We'll do our best to find out, the doctor's words echo in your head like a resounding gong, but you couldn't help but think how their best was not enough.

It's always the little actions. The clear flinch when you would try to talk to him in class, like you were going to hurt him. The way he shrunk back from you just like he did with everyone, like you were just like everyone else.

You couldn't place a name for the bubbling swell in your heart, not quite longing, not quite hurt, but it was probably when you started to realize how much Izuku meant to you.

Good things aren't appreciated until they're taken away, but good people can't be earned through pennies and sparkles.

It happened in a clearing where the water was clear as freshly smelted glass, where the grass was long and uncut, green as the forest trees behind you. Your clearing.

Our clearing.

You jump at the rustling of leaves, almost falling off the tree in the process. Craning your head backwards, your eyes are met with Izuku's.

"A-Ah!" He drops his bento on the ground when he notices you, flushing red as he averts his eyes quickly. "I-I'm sorry for disturbing you! R-Really! I-I'll leave right now if you want me to, in fact, I should probably just leave now—"

"No." You shake your head, scared to come near to scare him, but scared to stay away. "D-Don't go. Stay."

Izuku looks at you like you lost your marbles, but he looks too frightened to refuse.