Far Away (BakuDeku)

Chapter 14

KATSUKI POV

A dim morning sunlight streams in slightly through the window. Still bleary eyed from only just waking, I do my best to take in my surroundings. I'm in a bed, and it seems like a room from the dorms. It's not my own room, and I don't believe it's Eij's room either for the fact that it doesn't smell like him. I find it odd how everyone smells slightly different, even has their own scent. As for now, the scent reminds me very much of a certain green haired boy. But that couldn't be possible, he's been gone fo- memories of yesterdays events flood my mind. Unless it was all a dream. Feeling even more awake then moments ago, I jolt into a sitting position and take in my surroundings. On the floor, is a small pile, simply a shirt and pants, two pairs of shoes are placed by the door, and- oh wow. To my side, lies the sleeping form of Izuku. The sight is mesmerizing. His face as peaceful as ever, eyelids closed ever so lightly, mouth slightly agape. He lies on his side, turned towards the dent in the bed hat I had once taken place in. The clothes that I had lent him last night make him look smaller than he is.

With every breath, his body slightly rises and falls, the movement being oddly reassuring to me. It's baffling that he's actually here. A sigh escapes my lips, if anyone else were to observe this moment, they'd see the authentic relief that had established itself over my features. My gaze is fixed on the boy in front of me, the passing of time is absent to me. Hours or seconds could have past, and I'd not be able to differentiate. I've yet to move from my position, admiring a sleeping Izuku.

He stirs lightly, rolling over onto his other side before ending up lying on his back. A second or two pass until red meet green. His own eyes taking little time to adjust to now being open. His lips take a lovely turn upwards, grinning ever so wonderfully at me. Izuku takes his time to sit up into a cross legged position, turning to the side and facing me. "Good morning Kacchan," it's almost like I can hear the smile in his voice. A smile of my own settles onto my lips, "G'morning 'Zuku." He giggles, airy and bright, "Why do you call me that Kacchan?" Another slight laugh, "You could call me Deku, like you used to! Or even my full first name. Izuku, Kacchan. With and I!" His laughs multiply, though keeping themselves at a reasonable volume. I wait for him to calm down, taking this time to enjoy the moment. "Well, Izuku, I find it much easier to say your name by shortening it." He nods along to this, keeping his smile but adding more of an understanding expression to his face, "But Kacchan, you could just call me Deku. It's shorter and easier to say!" He leans somewhat forwards, catching my eyes and holding a steady gaze. I sigh once more, "Well, the last time I called you Deku was... well I just don't want to bring up bad memories." My eyes wonder, but are caught by the dazzling green ones of Izuku.

He stares at me silently, most likely thinking, before he smiles as brightly as he always has. "Kacchan, what happened when we were younger is in the past. Even though the name was given as a taunt, it's been used by my friends and even as my hero name. Even if you gave it to me to hurt me at the time, it's still the name that you gave me. The one that's pushed me to be better," His tone is steady, displaying just how strongly he feels. He places a hand on my knee, catching my attention and pulling it once more to himself. "Kacchan, I don't care what the name meant when you gave it to me. It has a different meaning now. I'm happy with you calling me whatever you want, as long as you keep on calling out to me, kay?" His features are so soft, eyes glimmering and mouth turned up. His body is relaxed and has leaned into my space a little more. The tension I had held in my shoulders relaxes, along with my furrowed brow. "Kay." A real smile inserts itself onto his face.

Some more time is spent on the bed. We were either talking, or sampling bathing in each others presence. Our moment was interrupted when my stomach had the audacity to make its hunger known. Izuku and I share a slight chuckle and I look towards the nightside table, where an alarm clock would usually be. However, we hadn't placed too many things in Izuku's room at the time of moving in, so there was no clock. No big deal though, reaching into my pocket, I pull out my phone and click it on. There are a few notifications from messages, though I choose to ignore them for now, however unlike me that may be. The time reads 7:17. Too early for others to be up on a Sunday, perfect for us to head downstairs and make breakfast.

Walking down the hall, we're careful to keep our steps silent, to be sure that we don't wake anyone. As we walk, I find it slightly chilling that I can't hear Izuku at all. I glance over a couple times to be sure he's still there. His steps, even his breathing, are eerily silent. Even with the amount of stealth training we've been taught at U.A, I haven't come across anyone who's been able to quiet their sound as well as he can. Maybe Toru would be a good comparison because of her quirk, but she's never been the best at keeping silent, so probably not. With a click of a button, the elevator doors slide open, allowing us to step inside. As the first floor button is pushed, the doors close once more, beginning the descent. "'Zuku?" He gives a simple hum in reply. "How are you so quiet? like when you walk around, I thought you weren't even there a couple of times." This earns a chuckle from the boy, "Ha, don't you remember Kacchan? I trained while I was with the league! They're super good at that kind of stuff! Especially Toga, she helped me learn how to be super silent like that. Isn't that cool!" Oh yeah, I suppose they'd be good at that considering the way they've attacked in the past. I nod my head, "I see."

The elevator doors open and we step out into the open space, keeping just as quiet as we had been upstairs. The layout of this floor is very open, because of that, I had originally thought that we would have noticed if anyone else was down here. Imagine my surprise when we turn into the kitchen and see the fridge door open as somebody rummages inside. Somebody with a strong frame. Somebody with very red hair. Somebody who is most definitely my boyfriend- and oh no it's the weekend and I've barely spoken to him. Oh no... OH NO. In the middle of my mental panic, he turns back and stares at us with wide eyes and a container of juice clutched in his hand. I can feel the way Izuku tenses up at the uncomfortable atmosphere.

My mind is running a mile a minute. OH NO. OH NO. OH NO. I didn't even tell him I wasn't coming over. Maybe he'll let it slide. It's not like a lot hadn't happened yesterday, I mea- OH NO HE LOOKS PISSED. By now, he had put the juice away and had started in our direction. It seemed as though he was going to keep walking until he halted his movements and turned to face the both of us. His stare is chilling, he's not even looking at me. He is, however, looking at Izuku. More so, glaring at Izuku. I'm slightly perplexed as to why the greenette is the one to receive the glare, that is until I remember our appearances. Myself in casual wear, and Izuku... in.. my clothes. Oh no.

The silence between the three of us continues on until Eij finally turns to me. He glare yet to subside, "You forgot to come over last night." I can feel the guilt rising within me. Eating away at my heart, the same way the look that the red headed boy makes me feel so terrible. He turns away and begins his way to what I can assume is his room.

OH NO. OH NO. OH NO. I MADE EIJ MAD.

Trying my best to wipe the terrified look that had crawled its way onto my face, I spin to face a shocked Izuku. His eyes climb up to meet my own, "Kacchan, I think he's mad."