Pink Skies | BakuDeku

19

I need to get this off my chest...

That night was supposed to be something special. But something shifted between us, and I felt it the whole time. I could see it in your eyes, the way they didn't meet mine like they usually do, the way your touch felt distant, almost mechanical. We went through the motions, but it felt like you weren't really there with me, like something was holding you back.

I know I wasn't completely present either. There was this heaviness in my chest, this gnawing feeling that something was off, but I didn't know how to stop it, how to pull us back to where we used to be. I wanted to connect with you, to feel close, but it was like we were on two different wavelengths, just going through the motions because it was easier than facing whatever was really bothering us.

I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that maybe you were upset with me or that something was weighing on you that you weren't telling me about. I tried to push those thoughts away, tried to focus on the moment, but they kept creeping back in, making it hard to really be there with you like I wanted to be.

Afterward, the silence between us felt heavier than usual. I couldn't bring myself to ask you what was wrong, and I hate that I didn't. I hate that I let the moment slip by without trying to fix it, without trying to understand what was really going on between us. I hate that I didn't know how to bridge the gap that had suddenly opened up between us.

I'm sorry, Izuku. I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you the way I should have been, that I let my own fears and insecurities get in the way. I'm sorry that I didn't know how to make things right in that moment, and that I let the tension between us go unresolved.

Goodbye for now, but I promise that next time, I'll try to be better—to really be there with you, no matter what.

Katsuki

...

Five minutes later, Izuku found himself pressed against the backseat of his own car, Katsuki hovering over him like a tempest ready to unleash its full force. How did they end up here instead of switching seats? His muddled mind couldn't quite piece together the sequence of events, but he wasn't complaining. Not when Katsuki's warm breath tickled his neck, hot lips trailing kisses along his jawline, and calloused hands explored places that ignited sparks underneath his damp clothes.

"Kacchan..." Izuku breathed out his boyfriend's name in a ragged whisper, fingers tangling in the wet strands of orange hair as he pulled Katsuki closer. Their bodies pressed together, creating friction that ignited a fire inside him. The rain drummed a steady beat against the car roof, acting as an intimate soundtrack to their heated exchange.

"You sure you want to stop now?" Katsuki drawled huskily into his ear, a smug grin evident in his voice. Izuku glared at him indignantly, but it quickly morphed into a whimper when Katsuki's teeth nipped at his sensitive earlobe.

"You...you started this," he accused weakly, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation.

Katsuki chuckled lowly, green eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Guess I did," he admitted nonchalantly, capturing Izuku's lips in a demanding kiss that left no room for argument. Izuku surrendered readily, melting into the embrace as Katsuki's hands roamed over his trembling form, igniting a storm of desire that threatened to consume them both.

Izuku's world shattered as Katsuki suddenly tensed above him, pulling away abruptly. Raindrops clung to his lashes like diamond tears, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in his emerald eyes. Confused and a little hurt, Izuku scrambled back into his own corner of the backseat, wiping at his lips as if erasing the lingering traces of their passionate kiss could undo whatever just happened.

"K-Katsuki?" He ventured timidly, heart thudding against his ribcage like a trapped bird desperate for escape. He couldn't decipher the mixture of emotions warring on Katsuki's face - anger, frustration, sadness? All he knew was that he needed to fix whatever he had done wrong.

"sorry..." he stammered, eyes dropping down to his lap, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie nervously. "I thought...I mean, I didn't mean to...force..." The words lodged painfully in his throat, guilt coiling tightly around his chest. Had his own desires blinded him to Katsuki's discomfort?

What did I do wrong? Why does he look so upset? Did I ruin everything again, The familiar weight of self-doubt settled heavy in his stomach, dampening the remnants of his earlier arousal. He waited anxiously for Katsuki's response, willing the rain outside to drown out the deafening silence filling the confines of the car.