Chapter 12

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IZUKU POV

'Midoryia Izuku,' the name seems mocking, staring at me from the shining plaque to the side of the door. A whole slew of various emotions shroud my heart. Looking back, Kacchan wears a wonderfully proud expression, "Maybe some of us had hope, or maybe some thought it to be respectful; but we didn't think it was right to do anything with your room." My room. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes, they saved it for me, they hoped for me.

I stumbled into Kacchan, wrapping my arms around his torso, hugging him as tightly as my tired arms can manage. A gruff chuckle rises from his chest, his own arms find their way around my shoulders and hold me tight. My head buries into his shoulder, while his own rests atop my head. We stay like this for some time, bathing in each other's warmth, though some tears are shed on my end. "Kacchan... Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you." It's the only thing that I can say that seems right, because I am very thankful. I'm thankful that they did't give up on me, thankful that Kacchan hoped for me. More tears make their way down my face, a choked sob escapes my throat. His head still on mine, Kacchan calmly and quietly shush's me while rubbing soothing circles on my back.

As the tears recede, I can't bring myself to move away. The warmth I feel, not only comes from the body around mine, but from the bliss I feel. We break from each other, moving away but still close enough that Kacchan could rub his hands up and down my arms. I begin to feel the weight of my eyelids, and exhaustion takes over. A yawn escapes my mouth, followed by a gentle laugh from the boy in front of me. "You're tired. It's been a long day and you need rest for tomorrow." His voice is smooth, keeping its usual throatiness though. Another yawn, "Yeah." I catch a glimpse of a smirk that visited his face. "Here, you sit on the bed," He carefully guides me to a seated position on the soft, and squishy bed. "And I'll be right back, okay?" He stares at me for any sign of reply, I simply nod my head. A slight small graces his face as he squeezes my arms once more before swiftly leaving the room.

It takes all of my effort to stay awake in his absence. Already fatigued, the bed beneath me adds to the pull of sleep. But Kacchan said he'd be right back, so I'll stay awake until his return. My eyes droop even more, almost closing. A hard blink opens them a little wider, but still half lidded. Minutes go by and still no return. I only begin to worry at the 10 minute mark. He said he'd be right back, so he'll be back... But what if he doesn't come back. What If something happened to him. The thought of getting up to look of him is starting to look very appealing. Though, my body seems too exhausted to stand. Instead, I continue to hold my body awake while fear creeps its way around me.

15 minutes, no Kacchan.

20 minutes, no Kacchan.

At this point, fear has clawed its way through and begun eating away at me. Something has happened to him. I can remember, a few months ago actually, when I was with the League. Most of them had gone out on a mission. It was a rather dangerous one, though not one that required many people, the risk of drawing too much attention being too great. Toga, Twice, and I were the ones that had stayed behind. All three of us understood how risky it was or the others to go, but they had always been reliable so we weren't too worried. That is until they didn't come back on time. It was only supposed to last a day at most, so when it was already late into the evening and they hadn't returned, we had started to perturb. Hours had gone by and still, no sign.

It wasn't until the next day, after hours of waiting and a sleepless night, they had made their way home. They were in bad shape, to say the least. Scratches everywhere on their bodies, along with burns all along Dabi's body, and a broken arm on Shigaraki. The three of us had hugged them tight and cried as we stitched them up. We had been so worried, and all because they had been late.

It's not so difficult to stay awake now. 25 minutes now, and he hadn't come back. Dread prods at my heart as my breathing becomes heavier. What if something has happened to him. What if he's hurt. What if he decided not to come back. What if- The door to the room gently swings open, my head jolts up and relief floods all throughout my body. He came back.

KATSUKI POV

The hot water runs over my body. It's a well deserved shower after a long day, perfect for cleaning off the grime and relaxing my muscles. By the time I step out of the shower, I notice that I've already been gone for too much time. Putting on my t-shirt a sweats that I brought down to the showers with me, I head up to my room and start rifling through my doors. I know I put it in one of these ones. It's got to be around here somewhere. where is i- found it. With the soft material in hand, I grab another pair of sweatpants and head back to Izuku's room. Damn, I've been gone for longer than I had anticipated.

I'm gentle with opening the door, careful to be quiet enough as to not startle the other. Though, he already seems distressed enough. His head had bolted up. His large, green eyes dripping with tears. I close the door behind me and stride to the bed, taking a seat right next to Izuku and pulling him in, discarding the items on the bed. My arms hold him close, my one hand running through his hair, as the other rubs his back soothingly. His form, slightly shaking, melts into my touch. After several moments of this, I speak up, "What's wrong 'Zuku?" I do my best to keep my voice soft, to reassure and comfort him. Theres a pregnant pause, a sniffle, and then, "You took too long," He pauses, but continues, "And I was worried. And last time the people I care about took too long, they got hurt." His voice, laced with fear, shakes. "Izuku," I move him so that my one hand holds him up, while the other cups his soft cheek. "I'm sorry I took so long. I had a shower and I had to grab some things and- I don't have an excuse. I'm sorry. But I'm here and I'm fine," I lift my elbows for show, but I leave my hands in place on his body. "See, I'm okay." He looks me over once more before relaxing his shoulders and exhaling deeply.

I reach to the side and grab the discarded items, "Here, your clothes are dirty and are probably not something you'd want to sleep in." I urge the clothes in his direction, watching as he stares for a moment before taking them. "I'll turn around, you change." He gives me a skeptical look, "...Okay." I smile lightly and turn to face the other side of the room. The sound of clothes shuffling can be heard from behind me. I can feel the bed shifting and the presence of movement from behind me. "Kacchan," He pauses for a moment, "I gave you this sweater." A smirk plays at my features, "Yes you did." I turn around to find a heart stuttering scene. I love the way he looks in my clothes.

Izukus clothes had been folded and placed to the side. The drawstring on the borrowed sweats had been tied tighter, I am slightly larger so it makes sense. But above that, the sweater was too big for him, it left him swimming in it. The sleeves came off after his fingers, the folds engulfing him and leaving him looking much smaller than he is; which is somewhat amusing, for the fact that I know he has muscle under there. On the front of the sweater is an animated explosion with the words BOOM just underneath. It was a gift he had given me at the beginning of our first year of U.A. He had bought it too large for me so that I'd grow into it. At the time, I hadn't appreciated it, just tossing it to the side. However, once he had gone missing, it was the only thing I wore for much too long. After that, it was something I cherished.

Our eyes meet and we exchange fond smiles. The greenette yawns, he has got to be exhausted. His eyes droop and he looks like he's on the brink of passing out right there. "C'mon Izuku, lets get you to sleep." I nudge at his shoulders and he falls back onto the bed. I stand, thing the covers and placing them over his form. "Goodnight 'Zuku." With that, I begin to leave. I don't make it far though, as something is holding me back... literally. I turn to find Izuku grabbing the hem of my shirt, "Stay." He says it quietly, but so surely. The way he's bundled up in the blanket, in my clothes. He's just so-  "Okay." I climb in beside him, facing his back. I believe he's fallen asleep until theres shuffling, and he's turned around to face me. His eyes almost fully closed, "G'night Kacchan." He nuzzles into me and dozes off. I place my one arm around him, pulling him ver so closer. His hair lays right under my face, letting me soak in his calming smell.

Right here, right now, I've never been as at ease ever. Letting myself take in as much of the wonderful moment as I can, I fall asleep in pure bliss.

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