Tired green eyes blinked open. For a moment, Izuku had forgotten where he was and whose strong arms he was in. Wiggling out carefully, he stumbled into the dark and towards the bathroom.
Eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness, he placed a hand on either side of the sink. He hung his head low then shook a bit, loosening his neck before facing the mirror. What am I doing?
Shoto reached for air before opening his eyes to a missing Izuku, quickly darting them toward the bathroom door, outlined in light.
When quiet minutes went by, he rolled over to face the edge of the bed, debating whether to give him space or to check-in.
Such a long day. Izuku didn't want to think, but had too many thoughts fighting to be at the forefront.
When he felt he had been in there for too long, he splashed water onto his face and stretched. He turned the light off before opening the door, as to not disturb a sleeping Shoto.
Feeling through the dark space, he reached the foot of the bed. Once he crawled in, he appreciated that Shoto had turned away as he hesitated getting close again.
It was the hunch that Shoto had liked him back then that had gotten him thinking about romantic feelings at all. Why he had gotten confused in general, then about Katsuki. ..Why he had decided to leave.. and why he resented it all.
He juggled that with feeling awkward and guilty all day, using him, knowing that he would help.. Now he's in his apartment, in his bed, his arms.. omitting he had confessed to Kacchan, and..
Izuku started to get aroused just thinking about both encounters, the rough versus the sweet, becoming frustrated at not knowing what to do with himself.
I didn't come for Kacchan. I had no idea he'd react that way. He has to be confused, Eijiro was laying down the groundwork and I just.. I just came out of no where and Gah! I'm the worst! He dragged a hand down his face.
Lie or not, he had told himself he had gotten over Katsuki before coming back, and he knew for sure that he would never intentionally hurt Eijiro..
Turning to see Shoto's back, he wondered if the reasons he had kept his walls up, still held.
Deciding to wonder about that at a safe distance, he got up to head to the couch - jumping in his skin when Shoto spoke up.
"I'll take the couch if you want, but you don't have to worry. I won't.." Touch you.. he didn't have to finish.
"Oh, um.." Izuku froze, not really knowing what to do or say next.
Shoto remained on his side on the edge, facing away. "I'm sorry for getting too personal. We can just.. forget it. Get some good rest and I'll get you back home first thing in the morning."
His voice was smooth, but cracked something within Izuku. It was full of care, determined honesty.. and sad.
F*ck. Izuku crawled back in.. and over him.
Shoto rolled onto his back slowly, underneath. "Shoto.." a soft whisper as Izuku straddled him, lowered himself, and kissed his scarred cheek.
"I do need to figure things out, and I don't want to hurt you. But if you want to try.. this.." Izuku grinded his length against Shoto's, "..Then, I want to, too."
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