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Angst Or Fluff? *Gasp* Or Both?(Chap.9)

~ Third Person P.O.V ~

It had been a few hours since everything had happened and as soon as the pair reached their dorm Eijirou collapsed in Katsuki's arms, pained sobs ripping through his chest and echoing throughout the room. His crying was either from the emotional hurt or physical hurt, he wasn't too sure at this point.

Katsuki was trying his best to contain his emotions, just like he always did. But this time. . . this time he couldn't- his arms tightened around Eijirou, both of them sliding to the floor as both of their sobbing filled the room.

The blond quieted his sobbing to soft hiccups, running his digits through Eijirou's hair as he whispered soothing words to the boy. And soon enough the room began to darken, the pair hadn't even realized it was getting late until the sun licked over the horizon- peeking through their curtains.

"It hurts Kat," Eijirou whimpered, holding his stomach with a grimace. "Fuck it hurts so- so much."

"I know baby, I know." Katsuki said, groaning when waves of a burning sensation coursed through his veins, spreading like vines in his limbs.

The red head slowly turned around to look his boyfriend in the eyes. Eijirou's face was a light hue of pink, his cheeks plump and damp from crying so much- and his lips were swollen red. Unlike his temperamental partner, Eijirou knew they may have overreacted about the whole thing- the could have given Izuku a chance to explain instead of walking off. But could you blame them?

Katsuki and Eijirou have spent years looking for, and thinking about their soulmate. Who they were, what they were like, and for him to be right under their noses. . .

And for him to hide the fact that they were soulmates, it was heartbreaking for them. But in situations like these the red head knew he needed to step up and be the mature one. As pissed off as he was. . . Eijirou just couldn't let it go like this.

No way in hell would he.

"We have to go see him Kat," Eijirou whispered, cupping the sides of Katsuki's face to keep the boy still. "Baby, I know you don't want to but- but if we can barely handle a few hours of pain. . . just imagine what the hell he's going through."

Katsuki narrowed his eyes, he knew deep down that his boyfriend was right- doesn't mean he liked it. "Fuck it," Katsuki mumbled, "Fine. Let's go see him."

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Izuku was on his bed, knees pulled up to his chest as he teetered back and forth. Todoroki had came back shortly after the two boy's left, but Izuku knew the duel haired teen would have stayed if he knew about everything that had happened- so he pretended to be asleep. It was late, that's all he knew- the room was nearly pitch black at this point.

And now he was alone in the darkness.

His fingers gripped and teared away at his curls harshly, as hot tears still pooled down his cheeks. By now he felt as though he was immune to the emotional pain- it didn't stop the tears from falling- but he was immune. But the physical? It was no longer sprouting pain in random spots, his body was on fire.

After years and years of building up walls to protect himself from all the pain, he finally let them fall. And the worst part. . . he had no one there to help him through it.

Izuku somehow managed to cause the one thing- one fucking thing he didn't want to happen, happen. Eijirou and Katsuki left him, they probably hate him now, and unlike his mother and her soulmate- it was all his fault.

He should have said something.

Anything really. . . but he didn't like a fucking idiot.

Choking on an ragged inhale of breath Izuku hiccups, a broken sob slipping past his lips and into the open air. His shoulder hung low as his teeth gritted with excess force, Izuku has never felt more helpless in his life. Not even the day his mother died. Or when he went to the foster home. After years, of thinking Katsuki still despised him he was proved wrong- not only did he get his best friend back, but he also got an equally amazing boy along with him.

And now they were both gone. See, now with his mother it hurts- yes- but that's only because he know there's no way in hell he's ever going to see her again. But Katsuki and Eijirou? They're just down the hall. . . they're alive and breathing and want nothing to do with him. And fuck it hurt.

Knowing that they weren't dead yet wanted nothing to do with him. Knowing that they were just a minute walk away and wanted nothing to do with him.

Knowing that there was nothing he could say or do to make it all better.

He didn't even hear the knock on the door when it came, but Izuku did perk up when the door creaked open with a soft groan. 

Green, teary red eyes blinked a multitude of times as light from the hallway pooled into his room- trying to adjust to the change in its environment. Izuku released a light gasp when he heard two sets of footfalls echo in his dorm room.

Cautiously he looks up, only to see a Eijirou and Katsuki standing a few meters away from his door. Both of the clutching onto their stomachs with pained, and dampened faces.

"I- I am so, so fucking sorry." Izuku sobbed, throwing caution to the wind and throwing himself on the two boys. "I'm so sorry." He whimpered against Eijirou's chest, his other hand fisting into Katsuki's shirt.

Katsuki wrapped his arms around the smaller male's waist, as Eijirou rubbed Izuku's back soothingly. Nobody said anything as the pair of taller teen's waited for the freckled male to quiet his sobs, letting him get it all out for the time being.

And it was then, it that moment did Eijirou and Katsuki realize they really fucked up. From the looks of everything when they walked in, Izuku looked a mess. And God damn it did they absolutely hate seeing him like that.

Seeing him broken.

The blond's grip on Izuku's waist tightened as he lifted the boy into his arms, the younger's legs instinctively wrapping around Katsuki's middle. He and Eijirou lead the way over to his bed, Katsuki laying down by the wall with Izuku still clinging to him as the red head curled up against them.

"I'm sorry. . ." Izuku whispered.

"You shouldn't have to apologize for anything, we're sorry." Eijirou whispered back, continuously rubbing Izuku's bare back. "So sorry."

Katsuki placed a gentle kiss on the green haired boy's temple, his digits threading through Izuku's curls. He was never one for words, both Izuku and Eijirou knew that- he always expressed whatever he was feeling through actions. And he was conveying them perfectly.

"You guys don't hate me?" Izuku asked skeptically, looking back and forth between the two in the dark. "I know I should have told you but-"

"But nothing," Katsuki interrupted, repeating the two words he had said just a few hours ago. "You don't have to explain anything to us if you're not ready, I know you never meant for any of this to happen. That's on us. Bur for now just get some rest, okay?"

Izuku nodded his head, nestling back into the warmth of Katsuki's chest- his hand curling into Eijirou's as sleep soon overcame the three of them.

And for once, since everything that's happened since the After- he felt safe.

Izuku felt home.

Hello Cricket Cultists!! 

Hhahahahah. . .  I have no regrets. This chapter was really emotional for me to write, and next chapter is still going to be a bit angsty but mainly fluff and Eijirou and Katsuki being best bois.

Until we meet again!!!