Izuku's POV
The rest of the week went by pretty smoothly. We got the grocery shopping done, and we managed to get a pretty comfortable common room set up. We checked off all the necessities, even bought a few decorations here and there. Surprisingly, we both go for a more simplistic style so we don't clash with how things should look.
Shinsou even helped me find all the right text books for my classes. I really owe him for that, I was so lost.
I haven't seen Kacchan since that first day either. Maybe it was just a fluke, who knows why he was in the area or where he might be now. It's probably best not to dwell on that though.
Here it was, Sunday afternoon. I'd decided to spend some time in my room with my sketch pad. I got into UA with my grades, but I wanted in for the visual arts courses.
I can sketch, draw, paint, sculpt. Art has been my main outlet for my anxiety since I was little, and it's really helped with my depression too. I'd possibly be dead if it weren't for these little hobbies I'd picked up when I was a kid.
After a while, my focus is pulled away from the paper on my lap by a mouthwatering smell. I let my nose lead me to the kitchen where I see Shinsou at the stove. My stomach decides to let out a rather loud growl, causing the tall boy in front of me to swivel to face me.
"You've been in your room all day dude, no wonder you're hungry." I see his lips pull up I into a smirk as he turns back around.
I chuckle, rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment "yeeeeah. I got a little caught up in a project I'm working on, heh"
"Well I figured you'd be hungry so I made plenty for dinner. Hope you like beef stew" he deadpanned. It amazes me how little he manages to express literally all the time. I've gotten small glances of emotion here and there, but he's really closed off. I'm surprised he-
"So you appreciate my stoic and aloof personality huh?" He says with a snicker.
Wha- "OH MY GOD WAS I MUTTERING AGAIN I AM SO SORRY PLEASE IGNORE THAT!" My cheeks are instantly a burning red as I drag my hands down my face with a groan, mortified that any of that had slipped out. "I have really got to figure out how to nip that habit in the bud..." I mumble under my breath.
My outburst earns the most unexpected response from the perpetually tired boy in the kitchen. He's laughing. Like doubled over in a fit of guffaws kind of laughing. It's a deep melodic sound that bounces off the walls of the small space with ease, causing goosebumps to ripple across my skin.
My breath hitches in my throat and my heart decides to slam against my chest when I catch the way his real smile changes his entire face. Is this what he looks like when his walls are down? He's so handsome... I'd like to see this more... a lot more
He finally settles himself down, wiping tears from his eyes that had almost slipped out during his lapse in character. "Man, Midoriya. You're something else." He shakes his head in amusement "grab a bowl, it's done. Let's finish that volleyball show since we only have half a season left too." His expression slowly falls back into its usual calm, stoic mask.
I try not to let the disappointment show as I walk over to the stove. We both make a bowl and get situated on the couch to watch the show. I hadn't realized I'd spent then entire day trying to finish up that piece.
...
We finished off the show. I was fully anticipating the next season when it comes out, while Shinsou actually fell asleep on the couch.
I've woken up a few times from the usual nightmares and his light would still be on in his room. I'd think he'd be sleeping if it weren't for the shadows of movement from the crack underneath his door. It's not my business so I've never asked, but I can't help but wonder what he does while he can't sleep.
He looks peaceful, so I decide to grab one of my small blankets to cover him with before grabbing my pajamas and heading to the bathroom for a shower.
It's just a little passed midnight, and classes start tomorrow around 9am. Hopefully the shower helps me relax and wind down from the nervousness and excitement of the first day coming up.
Slipping into the warm water, I release a relaxed breath and tilt my head back. Just letting the water fall and relax my body. I've been so tense since I ran into Kacchan. After almost 4 years I really thought I'd never see him again, or at least that I'd be able to face him.
But no, I ran away as fast as I could. I thought I'd grown and gotten stronger, that I'd changed. I'm still the same stupid useless and scared 'Deku' that I've always been. God I hate that nickname!
... I wonder if he hated me calling him Kacchan as much? If I ever see him again, it'll be Bakugo from now on. That nickname was something I gave to my best friend, not a bully that made life hell for an entire year. Not the guy who wanted me to kill myself. Kacchan doesn't exist anymore, probably never did in the first place...
I sit there for just a moment longer after washing up. Feeling oddly light after thinking things through. I get out and do my nightly routine before getting dressed in my pajamas and heading to my room.
I put everything I need into my backpack for tomorrow and settle into my bed and drift off into a dreamless sleep.
...
I wake up to the alarm on my phone signaling that it's 7am and time to get up and moving. I go brush my teeth and attempt to tame my green locks before getting dressed for the day.
After double checking everything I need for today, I head into the kitchen to make breakfast. I notice the empty couch. Meaning Shinsou had moved from the couch probably to his room as I passed the common area.
By the time I'm done cooking, I notice it's half passed 8 and there's still no sign of Shinsou being awake yet. So I knock on his door. Nothing.
I quietly turn the handle and walk in to see him asleep on his belly, arms underneath the pillow he seemed to almost be smothering himself with. I hold back a giggle at the sight of his wild indigo bed head.
Making my way to him, I kneel in front of his face and quietly try to wake him up. "Shinsooooooou. You're gonna be laaaaaaaate~" I coo before he turns his head and lifts his hand.
And then I feel my heart skip a beat and suddenly stop, I froze in complete disbelief. Tears stinging my eyes to match the stinging on my chest.
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Healing (Hitoshi x Izuku)-Discontinued-
FanficTraducción Española by @EnzoGames0 This story does not belong to novelHD You can find my work *ONLY* on wattpad or Archive Of Our Own under: Legionofwhispers Izuku Midoriya, a sweet and caring visual arts major, has learned not to trust people, his...