The weekend arrived, bringing with it the anticipation of a fresh start. Izuku stood outside the training field, stretching and preparing for his session with Katsuki. He felt a mixture of excitement and anxiety at the prospect of rekindling their old friendship. It was a chance to reconnect, to find common ground once more.
“Ready to get your ass kicked, Deku?” Katsuki called out as he approached, his voice carrying the familiar edge of challenge. He wore a confident smirk, his posture relaxed yet alert.
Izuku chuckled, meeting Katsuki’s gaze with determination. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t ready, Kacchan.”
They squared off, the tension between them palpable. As they began their training, the years of distance and misunderstandings seemed to fade away, replaced by the natural rhythm of two old friends pushing each other to their limits.
The sounds of their efforts filled the air—grunts of exertion, the clash of fists meeting palms, the thud of bodies hitting the ground. It was a dance they both knew well, a testament to the countless hours they had spent honing their skills.
“Not bad, Deku,” Katsuki admitted after a particularly intense exchange, his breathing heavy. “You’ve improved.”
Izuku grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. “Thanks, Kacchan. You haven’t lost your edge either.”
They paused for a moment, catching their breath and allowing the adrenaline to ebb. Izuku studied Katsuki, noting the subtle changes in his demeanor. There was a new depth to his eyes, a layer of complexity that hadn’t been there before.
“How’ve you been holding up?” Izuku asked, his voice gentle yet probing.
Katsuki hesitated, the mask of bravado slipping slightly. “It’s been… different. Living with my uncle and his husband isn’t what I expected.”
Izuku nodded, understanding the weight of loss and the struggle to adapt to new circumstances. “I’m sure they care about you a lot.”
“Yeah,” Katsuki said, his tone softening. “Jeanist and Kamihari are good people. They’re trying, you know? It’s just… not the same.”
The unspoken grief hung between them, a reminder of the challenges Katsuki had faced. Izuku knew that healing would take time, but he was determined to be there for Katsuki every step of the way.
“I’m here if you ever want to talk about it,” Izuku offered, his sincerity unwavering.
Katsuki met his gaze, a flicker of gratitude passing through his eyes. “Thanks, Deku. I’ll keep that in mind.”
They resumed their training, the conversation serving as a bridge between the past and the present. With each punch thrown and every technique practiced, they rebuilt the connection that had been fractured by time and tragedy.
As the session came to an end, the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow over the field. They stood side by side, breathing heavily and surveying the results of their efforts.
“I needed this,” Katsuki admitted, his voice carrying a note of vulnerability.
“Me too,” Izuku replied, feeling a sense of fulfillment at having taken this first step toward mending their relationship.
They parted ways with a promise to train again soon, each of them carrying the weight of the day’s progress and the hope for what lay ahead.
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FanfictionDisclamer:I don't own any of the characters or the images used in this book, all credit goes to Kohei Horikoshi and owners There were two childhood friends whose bond had once been unbreakable but had since fractured under the weight of loss and...
