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This is when he lives. When his senses are in overdrive and he can feel his heartbeat and every shuddering breath is a conscious decision and his hand is intertwined with his.
He glances over at him, wrenching his eyes away from the painful blinding light of the sunset. The smile is so wide on his face that it seems to split and it fills up his heart to the brim.
Because for as long as he lives Katsuki will always fight. The peace that he hears Deku mooning over, he finds it when his body has pushed to its limit and there is no tomorrow or yesterday but only today when it’s life or death but Katsuki knows he’ll make it out of only because he has his back.
They both know that this it for them, this heartbreaking love and need and want. There will be no one else for the rest of their who can match them step for step as well as they can.
But still they wait. An unspoken promise to only start their love when they have stopped running and fighting at every turn, when they know this is it. This is the moment, the now or never, because Katsuki has always been all or nothing and Eijirou has and will always go with his want without a question.
But it’s in these moments, when Katsuki is so in sync with Eijirou that he can see how easy it would be to lean over and kiss him, gently, so gently, with all the delicacy and grace he has never used and never thought he would use, but Eijirou is Eijirou and Katsuki will make an exception for him if no one else.
But for now Katsuki can tell that he’s willing to wait until Katsuki is ready to give him every bit of his heart and soul because Katsuki has lived by the phrase all or nothing and he will be damned if he stops now, when it matters the most.
Katsuki can hear the distant yelling of the idiot brigade as he dubbed them and he can feel the wind ruffling his hair and at that moment he wondered if maybe just maybe this is what Deku had been after and how it wasn’t the same as the adrenaline and feral joy of battle, but maybe this peace, maybe this was worth coming home to as well.
But as quickly as it came this . . . this . . . snapshot in time was gone. All that was left was the memory and echo of it and the rest was replaced by his drive, the drive that had made him since before he met Eijirou, the drive that had been there before maybe even Deku. The drive that had been slowly decreasing with each of these moments and he knew that one day, one day he would reach the point that his drive decrease to the point where he wasn’t burning with the need fight and move, it would leave him not hollow as he had feared but with the warmth and comfort of Eijirou.
And that was something he was looking forward to, even as he got up, offering a hand to him. And walking down back to where the idiots where laughing, to where the wanderlust in his blood cooled and to where he would find the thing that he had never known.