izukus secret (rewrite)

~you can trust him~

third pov:

it was the next day and izuku was still in bed jus staring at the ceiling. 

izuku's alarm had gone off about 20 minuets ago but he didnt move. he felt conflicted as he mentally went through the events of yesterdays lunchtime, over and over and over again. he was trying to figure out if the whole thing was some sick joke or prank.

he was conflicted 'cause kirishima sounded so sincere so if it was some sick joke, izuku didnt think he would be able to handle it.

izuku was also scared, scared because he cried infront of someone, he only cried a couple of times and that was infront of his new dads when talking about his past. he was scared because he cried in kirishima's embrace and loved it, even from one hug, izuku wanted another from the red head, wanted to feel his strong arms wrap around him in comfort and to make him feel safe again.

but izuku was also scared of what would happen when he gets to school, will it be a prank? will kirishima actually be there for him? what does having friends even look or feel like?

maybe izuku will just skip school so he has another day or so to think about everything...yea that sounds like a good idea.

a few more minuets of dwelling later and izuku's door was opened then heavy footsteps coming towards his bed, the side of izukus bed dips with someone's weight as they sat down.

"what's wrong kid? your normally up and ready before me and mic are." it was izukus dad, aizawa.

izuku turned his head to the side to look over at his dad and sighed, "im fine, just confused and stuck, i guess." izuku mumbled.

"about what?" aizawa asked.

izuku sighed "so yesterday i was sat on the roof like normal, but then someone came up and sat with me, they were saying that they wanted a small break from their friend group 'cause they were loud and that they saw me go up too the roof a lot, they said they wanted to be my friend, MY friend, can you believe it? and then i told them no 'cause they were probably gunna use me like everyone else....but then they went on a tangent about how they wouldn't and that they would prove that they were good and even said i deserve to have friends and not be lonely,......then he promised that he wouldn't leave, i cried in his arms, now im fucking terrified of going to school." izuku finished his rant with a big intake of breath followed by a huff.

it was silent for a minuet as aizawa was taking in the information.

"was it kirishima?" aizawa asked looking at his son

"yea" izuku didn't want to know how his dad knew who it was, his dads smarts scared izuku sometimes.

"and, your overthinking?... thinking its a prank or something?" aizawa asked. again how did he know?

"not just that, what if kirishima breaks his promise and does leave, what if i do or say something stupid and i hurt his feelings, i mean i dont even know what having friends look or feel like how the fuck am i gunna act?" izuku stressed

"you know" aizawa started "kirishima is a good person, he is kind and considerate of others, i know you can trust him, i mean i have taught the same class for nearly three years so i think i know a bit about my students personality's, just be yourself kid, you dont have to worry, i know its easier said than done but try and open up to him, it will do you some good i promise" aizawa explained softly

izuku sighed but nodded anyway, sitting up and hugging his dad tightly,

"ok, come on, your gunna be late" aizawa reminded softly letting go off izuku.

"oh shit, i forgot about that" izuku jumped out of bed and started to get ready

"problem child" aizawa mumbled to himself, chuckling softly and leaving izuku to get ready.

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izuku's pov:

i walked into class with dad behind me, i walked to my desk and sat down and waited for dad to explain our lesson.

"do whatever you want, just dont disturb me"

' oh ok.....never mind then....i will not be listening to what lesson dad prepared for us because there is no fucking lesson,...dad....you lazy peace of shi- '

my thoughts where interrupted by a chair that was placed infront of my desk and the red head that sat in it.

"hey midobro, how you doing" kirishima asked leaning his elbows on my desk.

"umm.... im doing fine, what about you?" i asked unsure.

"thats good, and im fantastic thanks for asking" kirishima beamed.

as kirishima started to talk about some random video game he and his friends play, i stared at him and took the time to analyse his features, his pink plump lips, smooth skin even with his quirk, crimson red eyes, soft facial features, and his voice is ecstatic when he talks about something he loves, like his video games or when he talks about his friends.

"hey mido you ok?" kirishima asked with concern,

' oh...i must have been staring too long'

"yea im fine, sorry i just spaced out," i said leaning back in my chair.

"sorry, i must have been boring you, i dont mean to talk so much, we can talk about something else if you wan-" kirishima started sheepishly rubbing his neck before i cut him off.

"no no, please continue, honestly its fine, i like listening to you, dont let me stop you from expressing yourself, so what about that game?" i said with a small smile.

he beamed before continuing.

i leaned in slightly, resting my elbows on the table with the side of my face resting in my palm and listened to him talk with a small smile on my face.

' i like this friendship thing so far'

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do you like this one, i hope you enjoyed this chapter,

~adios muchacho's~

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