Healing (Hitoshi x Izuku)-Discontinued-

Chapter 10

Hitoshi's POV

   We're sitting here in an awkward silence. Me sitting on the countertop of the sink in the washroom as He's treating and covering the scrapes I earned, the small scuffle with the Bakugo prick was pretty unexpected. I didn't plan to hit the guy, it's just the only thing I could do when I saw the fear flash through Midoriya's eyes. The whole week had gone so well, why the hell did that asshole decide to pull a stunt like that out of nowhere?

   "Alright, I can't really do anything about the black eye... but everything's cleaned up and taken care of." The freckled boy in front of me sounds so sad it makes my chest hurt. His downcast eyes hold so much guilt, he probably thinks this is his fault.

   He turns away and is about to walk out of the washroom, but I grab his wrist and pull him into my chest. One arm wraps around the greenette in a tight hug while the other reaches up to pet his head. His shoulders begin to shake as I feel a wet spot build up on my shirt.

   "It's not your fault." I softly reassure. "It's not your fault he's an asshole, and I wouldn't hesitate to kick his ass again if it meant I could keep you safe."

   He just nodded his head, gripping the back of my shirt as his silent crying turned into hiccups and sniffles.

   A few minutes later, he was asleep in my arms as we lay in his bed. It made my heart swell knowing that I was the one he clinged to for comfort when he was upset like this, that he felt safe enough in my arms to fall asleep after the school day ended the way it did.

   I knew he'd be hungry when he woke up later too. So I gently untangled my arms from his peaceful form and made my way over to his desk. I wrote a small letter on his open notebook telling him where I went if he woke up before I got back. I placed it beside his phone and left the dorm. Making sure not to wake up the mentally exhausted boy.

...

   I was at a small restaurant waiting for my to-go order to finish up when I heard a low growl from behind me.

   I turned to see the blonde asshole from earlier, looking just as roughed up as I was. I held back the urge to send another fist to his face and turned around. Willing the bubbling rage in the pit of my stomach to simmer down, unsuccessfully.

   There was a heavy sigh from behind me when I felt a hand lightly grab my upper arm, he didn't yank me or even try to turn me to face him.

   "Since I can't talk to Deku... will you at least pass on a message?" His voice held no malice, no aggression. It was honestly so quiet that I almost didn't catch everything he said. He sounded defeated. Good.

   So I turned around to face him. He still had his usual scowl, his face set in a harsh expression, but his eyes seemed sad. Regretful even.

   "What is it? I'll think about relaying the message if I feel like it." I said flatly, my face staying stoic as I watched him suppress the urge to yell. Which resulted in a quiet growl, but he nodded in understanding nonetheless.

   "I just need to talk to the nerd, about everything. You can fucking be there, I don't give a shit. You're obviously his soulmate so, if it helps, fine. But, just tell him I only want to talk.... please..." he trailed off. I studied him as he glared at the ground. There wasn't any hints that he was lying, and he never raised his voice.

   "Since you asked so nicely, I'll pass it along. But I can't make any promises." I stated. "He told me about the shit you put him through. Do you know that he asks me if I'm embarrassed or ashamed that he's my soulmate at least once a day? Have you ever seen his face drop when he catches himself talking about something he's excited about and apologizes? Do you have any idea what kind of damage you've done? You were the most important person in his life and you made him hate himself." I tried to push it back, but the venom filled my words as the rage I felt finally boiled over as I went on.

   I knew it wasn't my place to say what I said, but he needed to know the shit he's done has affected that sweet little green bean, my sweet little green bean, in the worst way. Midoriya didn't deserve any of what this blonde porcupine headed bitch did to him.

   "Order number 86!" I hear the server say at the to-go counter.

   "I'll tell him, and you better fucking fix shit if he gives you the chance." I spat as I turned to grab the bag of food and make my way back to the dorms. Leaving the ash blonde there in quiet reflection as he continued to glare at the floor, jaw twitching as he took in my words.

...

   I manage to calm down before making it to my door, taking a deep breath before I quietly walk in and drop the bag of food on the kitchen counter.

   Making my way over to the greenette's room, I peak in to see that he's still sleeping peacefully. His face no longer puffy from crying earlier, and no deep set worry lines on his forehead. I take the chance to place a soft kiss to his forehead as I brush back his mess of green waves.

   I can't help but glance at those pink lips of his, they look so soft. In fact, everything about him is soft. His round freckled cheeks, his big emerald eyes, his messy green mop of hair, even his voice is as soft as silk.

   And then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

   I had been sailing through the sky in my own world, isolated from everything in hopes that I'd push everyone around me away so I'd never have to possibly face what real loss felt like. And now I was tumbling back down to earth with the reality that this beautiful boy who can't even see how amazing he truly is has completely stolen my heart.
   And as I fall, I can only hope that he'll be there to catch me before I crash and burn.