[izuku squints at the memory, straightening a bit so he can settle katsuki with A Look.]
That... wasn't my fault?
[he rasps this out, forgetting to type because of the audacity! he opened his mouth to say more, to point out it was only the one time, but he shuts it as he goes over most of his little run-ins or clumsy accidents. so maybe he had the uncanny ability to magnetize trouble to his person 4 out of 5 times. that wasn't exactly his fault, not always. but izuku will concede, huffing a bit as he sinks back into the other teen, cheek pressed into kacchan's shoulder as he puffs out a small sigh.]
you cant be right all the time kacchan
[despite the little pout almost pressed into katsuki's shoulder, he was... rather thankful for this time? who knew how much longer they could sit and talk like this. not training, not doing things with everyone else. the preparations were grueling and necessary. izuku knew that. and while the circumstances weren't the best, he didn't like appearing this way in front of his closest friend, but he valued this quiet.
he valued katsuki so damned much.]
maybe when everything is done maybe... a drink to celebrate
[though his fingers hesitate writing that. it wasn't as if he thought the victory was assured, but they couldn't afford to lose. what frightened him were the possibility of casualties. what if this was the last time?
his brow furrows a little, but he pushes those feelings down. no. they'll be okay. they had to. he couldn't lose anyone else.
he definitely couldn't lose...
izuku flicks his gaze to the strong line of kacchan's jaw, then back to his phone.]
my mom doesnt really drink, not even on holidays but i do need to take care of her after the first night of my visits when i can she usually cries herself into dehydration
[what he neglects to say with that, is how they both needed to have a day of rest whenever he went home. it was easy for izuku to get caught up in emotions, to cry along with his mother until they both looked like raisins.]
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That... wasn't my fault?
[he rasps this out, forgetting to type because of the audacity! he opened his mouth to say more, to point out it was only the one time, but he shuts it as he goes over most of his little run-ins or clumsy accidents. so maybe he had the uncanny ability to magnetize trouble to his person 4 out of 5 times. that wasn't exactly his fault, not always. but izuku will concede, huffing a bit as he sinks back into the other teen, cheek pressed into kacchan's shoulder as he puffs out a small sigh.]
you cant be right all the time kacchan
[despite the little pout almost pressed into katsuki's shoulder, he was... rather thankful for this time? who knew how much longer they could sit and talk like this. not training, not doing things with everyone else. the preparations were grueling and necessary. izuku knew that. and while the circumstances weren't the best, he didn't like appearing this way in front of his closest friend, but he valued this quiet.
he valued katsuki so damned much.]
maybe when everything is done
maybe... a drink to celebrate
[though his fingers hesitate writing that. it wasn't as if he thought the victory was assured, but they couldn't afford to lose. what frightened him were the possibility of casualties. what if this was the last time?
his brow furrows a little, but he pushes those feelings down. no. they'll be okay. they had to. he couldn't lose anyone else.
he definitely couldn't lose...
izuku flicks his gaze to the strong line of kacchan's jaw, then back to his phone.]
my mom doesnt really drink, not even on holidays
but i do need to take care of her after the first night of my visits when i can
she usually cries herself into dehydration
[what he neglects to say with that, is how they both needed to have a day of rest whenever he went home. it was easy for izuku to get caught up in emotions, to cry along with his mother until they both looked like raisins.]