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Oct. 8th, 2022 08:20 pm( cont from here )
[izuku didn't mind waiting, gently kneading his palm, pricks of anxiety causing his fingers to tingle. his gaze moving from katsuki's hands to his face, lingering on the way his brow would furrow in concentration. he was thankful for the low light of his phone, it was easy on his eyes.]
I've looked worse.
[when he had left. pushing himself beyond his limits, shirking some of the ideals he had worked so hard to emulate. saving people with a smile, being together with his friends and saving the world together. like real superheroes would. the weight that sat upon his shoulders were great, and even now they sagged with the responsibility. it... was so much. all the time.
it had been so hectic lately that he realized, while he may have thanked uraraka for her help... he never gave kacchan the same courtesy. never gave him forgiveness for his apology.
he couldn't remember the last time katsuki called him by his name.
maybe it's because he didn't think there was anything to forgive, he had made peace with how he felt for kacchan a year ago. sharing his secret and working together... it was more than anything he could have wanted.]
All I remember... were people pushing more drinks into my hands. A few faces I recognized.
[the ones who protested his return the most.
...that still hurt. he had given everything to protect the people residing in this building. he would have given more if he could spare it. the angry yelling, the accusations. he was a threat, being here... even now there was the consistent worry in his gut and it made him shudder.
so he was thankful when he palms the cup of tea.
it was a faint smile he offers the other teen, but all too easy it faded. it was getting harder to smile these days.]
...Thanks.
[he doesn't move to straighten himself, as katsuki was a source of comfort. not just the warmth he provided when he felt so cold, but... just being there. so he does as instructed, bringing the tea closer as he closed his weary eyes, taking in a deep breath of the steam.]
[izuku didn't mind waiting, gently kneading his palm, pricks of anxiety causing his fingers to tingle. his gaze moving from katsuki's hands to his face, lingering on the way his brow would furrow in concentration. he was thankful for the low light of his phone, it was easy on his eyes.]
I've looked worse.
[when he had left. pushing himself beyond his limits, shirking some of the ideals he had worked so hard to emulate. saving people with a smile, being together with his friends and saving the world together. like real superheroes would. the weight that sat upon his shoulders were great, and even now they sagged with the responsibility. it... was so much. all the time.
it had been so hectic lately that he realized, while he may have thanked uraraka for her help... he never gave kacchan the same courtesy. never gave him forgiveness for his apology.
he couldn't remember the last time katsuki called him by his name.
maybe it's because he didn't think there was anything to forgive, he had made peace with how he felt for kacchan a year ago. sharing his secret and working together... it was more than anything he could have wanted.]
All I remember... were people pushing more drinks into my hands. A few faces I recognized.
[the ones who protested his return the most.
...that still hurt. he had given everything to protect the people residing in this building. he would have given more if he could spare it. the angry yelling, the accusations. he was a threat, being here... even now there was the consistent worry in his gut and it made him shudder.
so he was thankful when he palms the cup of tea.
it was a faint smile he offers the other teen, but all too easy it faded. it was getting harder to smile these days.]
...Thanks.
[he doesn't move to straighten himself, as katsuki was a source of comfort. not just the warmth he provided when he felt so cold, but... just being there. so he does as instructed, bringing the tea closer as he closed his weary eyes, taking in a deep breath of the steam.]
