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For You, My Undying Love
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes to control the pure agony that took over his whole body.
When did it start? He didn’t know. He had no fucking idea. It had always been the two of them against the world; two strong, hot headed, fucked up Heroes against the motherfucking universe. They’ve fought each other, fought together and ended up being the other’s support.
They had a world of their own, too lost inside each other to care about reality. They shared everything, until they just didn’t.
Katsuki didn’t know what the hell happened, how the fuck they started drifting apart. His husband was his life, but still, somehow, that was not enough anymore.
They didn’t talk anymore, not like they used to. Katsuki wasn’t very good with words, to begin with, but everything was just… hollow. Silent. It didn’t feel right.
I love you…
It didn’t seem enough anymore.
Maybe love was not enough to keep people together. Maybe they were too broken, too fucked up, to function like normal people. But he didn’t know why it wasn’t working anymore, since it always had.
They’ve faced shit normal people would go completely crazy if they were in their shoes. They’ve saved each other’s life more times than he could count. But still, everytime he got home, too fucking tired after work, too exhausted too function, there were no warm smiles or hugs anymore.
Just pain. Raw and deep.
His husband was hurting, Katsuki knew that. They worked too much, they were too stressed and they were not managing to be each other’s safe port anymore. Whose fault was that?
“Shouto,” he muttered, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall. “Talk to me.”
“You make me feel lonely. Invisible. Ignored. You don’t seem to be interested in me anymore,” his husband replied, his voice completely dead, and it killed Katsuki too.
He felt like fucking dying.
When did it happen? When the hell did he turn into a cold bitch? He was so tired, so fucking tired. What was wrong with them?
He touched that pretty face, that face he loved so much. His heart still beat like it always did whenever he touched Shouto. Whenever their eyes met. Katsuki’s touch held so much desperation, so much pain and fear and self-loathing, that he was sure his husband could feel it all.
He really felt like dying at that moment, because Shouto’s words? Well, Katsuki felt the same. He felt like he didn’t matter, like his pain and suffering went unnoticed. Like… nothing. He felt like everything was falling apart and he had to shoulder it all, to hold everything so the world wouldn’t collapse.
But he was broken inside.
“I’m sorry. I love you. I’ll make it better, I promise. I love you,” he muttered, still touching that beloved face while the tears ran down his face.
He was broken, but he needed to be strong. For Shouto.
“What’s wrong, Katsuki? Why don’t you talk to me anymore? What happened to us?”
He didn’t know. He really didn’t.
“Talk to me, Katsuki. Tell me!”
Emotions were not easy for him and words even less. He knew how to insult, to scream, to curse. He knew how to joke, how to be sarcastic. How to hide his pain. But never how to let it out. Never how to say what he needed to.
“I’m just so fucking tired,” he whispered, noticing how wet those beautiful mismatched eyes were. “I’m not as strong as you think I am.”
Shouto laughed. It was bitter, painful, ugly.
“You are the strongest person I know, Katsuki,” his husband replied, looking at him cynically, as if daring him to deny it.
“I’m not as strong as you think I am. I take care of everything. I take care of you, but sometimes…” Fuck, he was angry. He was hurt. He was in agony.
Katsuki was a control freak. He needed to seize control in order to stay sane, so he took care of everything. Shouto was not as cool and collected as people seemed to perceive him; his husband, sometimes, was a mess. Sometimes, depression would grip him with so much force that he wouldn’t be able to leave the bed. Sometimes, panic wouldn’t let him function. And Katsuki would be there, holding him, soothing him, bringing him back to reality.
He would always take care of him… always.
“Sometimes?”
Fuck! It hurt. He was hyperventilating, almost panicking, the tears completely out of control. But he had to say it. For himself. For Shouto.
“Sometimes, I need you to take care of me too.”
His husband, then, cried. He held Katsuki with as much pain as the blond felt, his taller, bigger body involving him like a fucking blanket, and he let himself breathe, shaking like a goddamn leaf.
“I’m sorry, Katsuki. I’m just…”
“Don’t say anything. We are both fucked up, I know that. And I love you. I’ll make it all better, I promise, love. I promise.”
Shouto cried harder, like the blond never saw before, clinging onto him like a lifeline.
“I can’t lose you.”
He looked up, staring into his husband’s mismatched eyes and holding his face again.
“No one is going to lose shit, you hear me, Half ‘n Half? You are mine. I’m yours. No one will lose shit,” the blond replied, before taking his lips in a desperate kiss.
And he let their bodies say what their mouths couldn’t. He let their arms, entwined on each other, express what words wouldn’t. He let himself go, seeking into Shouto’s eyes what he craved the most. What kept him going in his insane routine.
“I love you. Don’t let me go,” the taller man mumbled holding him into those ridiculous strong arms and kissing him again.
“As if. I said yes, remember?”
And he would do it again. Always. Because he loved Shouto more than life itself; he didn’t think he would ever be able to stop loving him one day. Even after all those years they shared together, even after their passion matured into deep companionship and knowledge of each other. Even after everything… he would always love Shouto.
“I do,” Shouto replied, the look in his eyes as deep as those words.
Their love was too solid to be broken apart like that. Even the universe was not strong enough to tear them apart.
Because alone, they were strong, but together?
Together, they were motherfucking invincible.