[it was what he was grateful for. even if the guilt of rebuking them still weighed heavy on his chest. he couldn't believe the things he had said to them, looking down on the people he cared about and saying such hurtful things. fighting them when all they wanted to do was take him home to his hero academy. to help him shoulder this burden he'd been carrying for well over a year now.
he still could feel the ghost of warmth from iida's hand.
the way his chest clenched at bakugou's apology.
he had remembered, after ochaco's speech, watching katsuki's strong back as he nudged people out of the way, made sure no one crowded him as they got him inside. while it all hurt and weighed heavy, he certainly knew he would never be the same after this, izuku felt a warmth in him. it had really meant more than he could convey - especially now, hungover to hell and using kacchan as his source of comfort.
clearing his text box with one hand, taking another sip of his tea with the other, he types up a quick reply.]
yeah youre probably right
[in the same vein; he didn't want to worry katsuki more than he had to. he already felt guilty for messaging him so late in the evening. waking him up. always relying on him when things got rough. he felt like he took too much from him sometimes, yet right now he felt a sense of peace from his presence and he had no idea how to... convey it.
he makes sure to hold the phone out so katsuki didn't need to strain his neck too much, having noted the irritated expression.]
after the tea, kacchan, what should i take next?
[another sip and he taps at the side of his mug, adding more:]
you dont need to stay you know im fine now thanks to you
]'i'm fine'.
izuku can't help his nature. he didn't want kacchan to stay here because he felt obligated to. the tea was doing its job, soothing his throat and calming the rolling in his gut.]
no subject
he still could feel the ghost of warmth from iida's hand.
the way his chest clenched at bakugou's apology.
he had remembered, after ochaco's speech, watching katsuki's strong back as he nudged people out of the way, made sure no one crowded him as they got him inside. while it all hurt and weighed heavy, he certainly knew he would never be the same after this, izuku felt a warmth in him. it had really meant more than he could convey - especially now, hungover to hell and using kacchan as his source of comfort.
clearing his text box with one hand, taking another sip of his tea with the other, he types up a quick reply.]
yeah youre probably right
[in the same vein; he didn't want to worry katsuki more than he had to. he already felt guilty for messaging him so late in the evening. waking him up. always relying on him when things got rough. he felt like he took too much from him sometimes, yet right now he felt a sense of peace from his presence and he had no idea how to... convey it.
he makes sure to hold the phone out so katsuki didn't need to strain his neck too much, having noted the irritated expression.]
after the tea, kacchan, what should i take next?
[another sip and he taps at the side of his mug, adding more:]
you dont need to stay you know
im fine now thanks to you
]'i'm fine'.
izuku can't help his nature. he didn't want kacchan to stay here because he felt obligated to. the tea was doing its job, soothing his throat and calming the rolling in his gut.]