7.

『7』[FINALE]

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KATSUKI'S POV

I woke up to someone slapping my face gently.

"Hah?" I sat up immediately without thinking, and consequently, my forehead collided with another's.

"Ow! What the f-" I rubbed my forehead, wincing. Then, I stared at the boy looking at me concernedly.

"A-Ah, I'm glad to see you're awake! I thought you had a heart attack or something; I don't have a phone, so it would've been hard for me to get you to a hospital! Haha, this is kinda funny, I actually came from a hospital myself... Wait, was it even a hospital? I mean, It looked like it, so it must've been... Anywho, I was wondering what I was going to do, though... I thought you were dead or something, I would've been charged with murder, heh—"

"Deku."

The boy continued rambling.

"DEKU."

He looked up at me, brilliant green eyes crinkling worriedly. "Uh..."

He pointed to himself with a scar-riddled hand. "Me? You're talking to me?"

Something at the back of my brain told me that this response felt off, that something was way wrong with this reaction.

Izuku's eyes were bright, worried. He raised a hand to the back of his head, chuckling nervously.

Then, he gave me a sheepish grin.

My eyes widened as I recalled the incident three years ago.

The last thing I remember clearly was Deku placing both hands on my chest and shoving it away from him, back into the alley we were previously in. And then he grinned that infuriating grin of his, screwing up his eyes. He mouthed a few words as he burst into flames.

'I love...'

'I wonder what he was trying to tell me.'

He'd grinned that same smile he was wearing now.

Overwhelmed by the situation in front of me, overwhelmed by Deku and his sudden appearance, without warning, tears threatened to spill. 

Goddammit, I'm beginning to cry a lot. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"FUCK IT!" I lunged forward, wrapping my arms around the greenette in front of me. I sobbed into him, feeling the shoulder of his hospital gown dampen slightly.

"Deku... Izuku... I really missed you..."

"Why'd you have to go off to save me like that... I didn't need your help, dammit!"

"Wait, no, you got hurt because of me, I was careless!"

"I was really selfish, I'm so sorry, my pride won over your feelings... I really took you for granted!"

All my feelings towards him, everything that I'd kept bottled inside, started overflowing. After all, everyone's a cup, and we all have a certain capacity for the amount of emotions we can contain, and sooner or later, everything'll overflow.