Friends (KatsuDeku)

Because I love you

6.

Izuku woke up inside his dorm room. Two months later from his usual loops. It was Christmas time, but Izuku couldn't care less about it.

He left his bed in hurry, running towards the kitchen. He finds a knife, small but sharp. Better start early.

It was still early for everyone to wake up so Izuku wasn't worried on running on the hall with a knife on his hand.

The elevator doors suddenly opened and Izuku hurriedly hid the knife behind him.

It was Kacchan.

"Deku?" Katsuki already has a scowl on his face. "What the fuck are you doing up?"

"I could ask the same thing." Izuku showed a smile, hiding the fact that he plans to slit his own wrists today.

For Kacchan.

Katsuki looked unimpressed. He walks out the elevator and walks past Deku.

Izuku just stands there waiting for him to leave when suddenly Katsuki grabbed his arm, the one holding the knife.

"What are you hiding there? Show it to me."

"Kacchan, it's nothing. Just let go." Izuku resisting his grip. Why is Kacchan always so perceptive?

"If it's fucking nothing, then let me see it!" Katsuki growls at him.

"Okay! Okay! Just let me go!" Izuku said in defeat. He gave the knife on Katsuki's palm for him to expect.

"A knife? What were going to do with it?" Katsuki looked at him with suspicion.

"Nothing! Just want to cut something up!" My wrists. Izuku trying to laugh cheerfully.

"Well, don't bring it to your room, you dumbass. You're supposed to bring the things you need to cut in the kitchen." Katsuki scolded him with his usual angry voice.

I don't want to die in the kitchen.

"But, it will be bloody~!" Izuku laughed until he realized what he just said.

"What?" Katsuki responded, looking alarmed.

"It's nothing!" Izuku, waving his hands back and forth, trying to cover it up. "I'm going to my room, okay? Merry Xmas, Kacchan!"

Izuku dashed to the elevator, waving a confused Katsuki goodbye.

He didn't get back the knife from him. Damn it. He'll just try again later.
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"Young Midoriya, can we talk?" All Might suddenly came by his classroom during lunch time.

"O-okay!", Izuku had to say yes. He had no reason to say no, after all.

As they walked the halls towards the teacher's lounge, Izuku stared at All Might's back the whole way. He missed him like he hasn't seen him for a long time. It was true in Izuku's perspective.

When they arrived on the lounge, Izuku took a seat on the couch and All Might offered him tea. Eventually, All Might sat across from him.

"Young Midoriya, are you unwell?" A tinge of worry in his voice.

"What made you say that, All Might?" Izuku forced a laugh.

"I heard from your other classmates that you have been quite different."

"Different?" Izuku asked, trying to feign ignorance.

"They said you were a little down lately, less cheerful. They found you with a knife?"