Pink Skies | BakuDeku

5

I've been thinking a lot about that day you took care of me when I was sick...

I remember how you went above and beyond to make sure I was comfortable, even when I was a mess. You made soup, fetched medicine, and stayed by my side every moment, and I felt so loved and cared for. But the memory that keeps coming back to me is that moment when you slipped and hit your head on the doorframe.

I can still picture the look of surprise and concern on your face, and how you tried to brush it off, insisting it was nothing. But I saw the pain in your eyes and the way you winced as you tried to play it cool. It was such a small thing, but it made me realize just how far you'd go to make sure I was okay—even at the cost of your own comfort.

I wanted to thank you not just for taking care of me, but for being so selfless and dedicated. That moment, though it ended with a bit of a bump and a headache, is a testament to your love and the lengths you're willing to go for me. It's a reminder of how deeply you care and how you're always there, even in the smallest and sometimes clumsy ways.

As I say goodbye, I want you to remember that day not just for the slip-up, but for the immense love you showed. It's those moments of tenderness and the way you put me first that I'll cherish forever. Even when things aren't perfect, your care made everything feel right.

Goodbye, and know that I'll always remember your kindness and that little bump on the head with a smile.

With all my love,
Katsuki

...

Hearing Katsuki's muffled groan from the bathroom, concern immediately etched itself onto Izuku's features. He set the damp towel aside and hurried towards the source of distress. "Kacchan?" He called out tentatively, pushing open the door a crack. Katsuki was hunched over the toilet bowl, body wracked with occasional shivers as he fought against the relentless waves of nausea. Izuku's heart ached at the sight of his usually energetic boyfriend reduced to such a vulnerable state. He stepped inside, careful not to disturb the delicate balance Katsuki seemed to be maintaining.

"Do...do you need anything?" He asked softly, guilt weighing down on him for his earlier teasing. Katsuki's only response was a weak groan, accompanied by a dismissive wave of his hand. "I'm fine." He mumbled, even though it was obvious he was far from it. Izuku's brows furrowed in worry. "Kacchan, you need to eat something." He insisted, stepping forward to place a comforting hand on his back. "Just tell me what you want, and I'll make it." He added, rubbing soothing circles on his back. Katsuki groaned again, but this time it sounded more contemplative than pained. "I...don't know."

He admitted, voice hoarse. Izuku pursed his lips in thought before a determined expression settled on his face. "Okay, I'll bring you some options, okay?" He asked, earning a noncommittal noise in return. With that, he hurried back to the kitchen, mind racing with possible food choices that would appease Katsuki's sensitive stomach and hopefully coax him to eat something.

Izuku rushed around the small kitchenette, his movements a flurry of concern and worry. He rummaged through the fridge and cabinets, pulling out random items that could potentially constitute as 'flu food'. "Kacchan!" He hollered over his shoulder, causing the glassware to rattle slightly. "Do you want miso soup or rice porridge?" His voice carried easily through the thin walls, muffled only by the sound of water boiling on the stove. Silence met his question, followed by another pitiful groan from the bathroom. Izuku winced sympathetically.

"Okay, okay, I'll make both!" He amended, mentally berating himself for trying to make Katsuki choose in his current condition. He began chopping vegetables and measuring ingredients with practiced efficiency, calling out random food suggestions intermittently. "How about some crackers? Or maybe...tea?" He paused, contemplating. "Wait, you hate tea! What about sports drink? Or broth?" He continued, voice laced with amusement despite the worry knotting in his stomach. This was probably the most conversation he'd ever managed to extract from Katsuki without the latter exploding at him, although he'd much prefer it under different circumstances.

Balancing two steaming bowls of soup precariously in his hands, Izuku carefully maneuvered through the narrow hallway towards the bathroom, humming a cheerful tune under his breath to mask his worry. He'd decided on miso soup for its warmth and supposedly magical healing properties, plus it was one thing he knew Katsuki wouldn't turn down even when sick. He rounded the corner with a proud smile, only to trip on the rug that somehow always seemed to move itself to the most inconvenient places. "A-ah!" He yelped, arms flailing comically in the air as he tried to regain balance. But physics had other plans. With a comical crash, he collided with the doorframe, sending a sharp pain reverberating through his skull.

The bowls miraculously remained in his grasp, soup sloshing dangerously near the edges. "Idiot!" Katsuki's irritated voice came from the bathroom, but Izuku could hear the underlying concern and amusement mixed in. Ignoring the throbbing in his head, Izuku stumbled towards him, green hair sticking up in various directions like a disheveled messenger bird. "I...I'm fine." He assured breathlessly, holding out the bowl of soup with a wobbly smile. "Here, eat something." Katsuki couldn't hide his smirk despite his sickness, carefully accepting the offered bowl. "Thanks, klutz." He teased, but his eyes softened with appreciation as he sipped the hot broth, leaning against the cold porcelain of the tub for support.