A Hero's Last Days

False Confidence

A/N: What up, people? it is I, the dealer of angst. Haha sorry. That's a little inside joke with some of you. XD

Anywho! Sorry, it's been a while since I've updated. My insomnia has been murdering me. It aggravates my anxiety and depression, and both of those fuck with my insomnia. It's like a twisted game of ping pong.

There's that... and the fact I've been getting ready for a Con. SOOOO! Yeah. LOL Yes, I am going in cosplay. Very dressed down cosplay. I don't have the funds, time, or will to make the Hero suit for the character I'm going as. And since he and I dress pretty much the same, all I needed was the wig and the contacts. Score for me! I'm going as Bakugou, I mean, that should be a given at this point. Clearly, I favour the guy. lol And I'd rather go in a way that makes me comfortable. (I'm overweight and trying to lose weight and get in shape. So I'm very self-conscious about it.)

ENOUGH ABOUT ME!!

(Artwork not mine.)

ON WITH THE SHOW!!!

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Izuku watched Shouto with a knitted brow from across the commons. He was with Eijirou and Denki again. He was always with them. How was their budding relationship supposed to grow and become solid if Shouto was still with Katsuki's friends? Why was he always with them!? Izuku missed Katsuki. Well, he had missed him. But, it would be ridiculous to assume that Katsuki was still alive.

And if he was still alive, there was no way he was still hero material. It had been forty days since the day Katsuki was taken by the League. It was simply impossible to think that he was still alive, or in any way, the same guy he had been when he was kidnapped.

As time lingered on without zero information on Katsuki, Izuku found himself getting mad about it. There wasn't even a hint of Katsuki anywhere in Japan. A body hadn't been found. No ransom's asked for. Nothing. There had been absolutely nothing. Some civilians had reported sightings of the blond. But nothing ever came from looking into those reports.

So, Izuku had given up. There was some hope still lingering deep inside him. That Katsuki was still alive, and he was trapped, and they just needed to save him. But, the reality of the situation was harsh and cold, unforgiving. Even Eijirou had given up and come to the resignation that Katsuki was most likely dead.

Izuku closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He heard Shouto laugh and glared back at the small group, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Why was he so jealous?

Fine! He'd get Shouto's attention one way or another.

Izuku stood from the chair he'd been curled in and made his way over to the three friends. He circled around Shouto and crawled into his lap. His hand lifted to pull Shouto's face to his so he could kiss him softly on the lips.

"Oh, hey, hun.." Shouto blinked when his boyfriend suddenly crawled into his lap. He was forced to kiss the smaller boy and complied readily. He smiled at him lightly, wrapped an arm around him and then looked back at Eijirou. "What were you saying?"

"Uh..uhm.." Eijirou blinked a few times and looked away. Seeing those two together made him miss Katsuki more than ever.

No one knew it, but they did spend time together, frequently. Eijirou had even got Katsuki to start loosening up around him, talking, even leaning against each other. The two also had sleepovers every now and then. Katsuki would crawl into his bed occasionally. And Eijirou would hold him. It was pleasant.

"Eijirou...?" Denki leaned into the redhead's line of sight and smiled a little. It bothered Denki as well, seeing the couple together and being lovey-dovey. He just didn't understand why. It irked something in him. Irritated him. Was he envious? It wouldn't be a stretch. Over the days following the night he caught Katsuki being comforted by Tomura, he'd grown increasingly attached to Katsuki.