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"I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore!" Izuku finally spits out.

"What?" Katsuki thought he heard wrong. Certainly, Izuku didn't say what he thought he said, right? His Deku won't do that to him, right? Right?

"You don't mean that, right?" Katsuki's eyes frantically searches Izuku's face, trying to find a hint of lie. "Look me in the fucking eyes and tell me that. Fucking do it shitty Deku." His voice rising with every word. Katsuki lifts Izuku's chin with two of his fingers, making Izuku crane his neck a bit.

"I can't be with you anymore." Izuku looks away, unable to see the hurt in Katsuki's eyes.

Katsuki grabs Izuku by the arms and shakes him back and forth. "Why? Why are you doing this to me? Did I do something to you? Is it because I burnt your katsudon last night? Or that I accidentally broke your latest limited edition All Might figure? I told you I was sorry. And you even said that you forgave me...."

"It's not because of some fucking burnt katsudon or an All Might figure!" Izuku snapped. He couldn't hold the tears any longer. They were already threatening to spill. He needed to end this fast.

"It's everything! I thought I could move on from what you did when we were younger, and so I gave you a chance when you confessed to me about your feelings. I thought maybe the reason I've been chasing after you for so long was because I loved you, so I agreed to be your boyfriend, go on a date with you, be with you. But I was wrong. And I'm at my limit here! Every fucking day for the past year, I had to put a smile on my face and pretend that I like your touch and your kisses. I can't just look at your face, the one that haunted me nearly all my life, and act like I'm head over heels in love with you. Because I'm not! And I'm tired of pretending. I thought that if we're in a relationship, I'll learn to fall in love with you, eventually... but I was wrong. I thought that if I rejected you, then you'd go back to the old days, telling me to take a swan dive and shoving me around. I hate you, Kacchan! I've always hated you. And I know today's supposed to be a happy day çause it's our graduation, but I couldn't do this anymore. I...I'm sorry, Kacchan." Izuku finally managed to choke out.

At this point, Katsuki stopped listening. The only thing on his mind was to make Izuku stay.

How? How the fuck do I fix this? How?!

Was I that blind that I couldn't see how unhappy he was?

No, no, no,  NO!

This can't be happening. Why the fuck am I such a fuck up?! Why did I put Deku into those fucked up things. It really did feel too good to be true when he agreed to be my boyfriend.

All of a sudden, Katsuki was on his knees, hugging Izuku's legs as hard as he could, as if would slip out of his fingers if he loosened his grip on him.

"No! Please no! You promised that you'd never abandon me! You fucking promised you'd never leave me! You shitty Deku. Please, I'm begging you, don't leave me. I don't know how I'd survive without you! Please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I've put you through. Please, please please, don't..."

Katsuki couldn't go on. Izuku was the only person he ever cried in front of. Even though he would feel hesitant, but this time, he let his tears fall. He felt so pathetic, so...broken. He couldn't even raise his head to see Izuku's face.

"I'm sorry, Kacchan." was the last thing he heard before he yelled at the top of his lungs, trying to get all the frustration he could, his palms started to heat up, ready to destroy anything and everything he could.

Tears started rolling down his face as soon as Izuku heard Katsuki yell. He didn't dare to turn back. He wouldn't be able to stop himself if he saw his Kaccha- Katsuki's face.

Lies.

All lies.

I love you.

I love you, Kacchan.

I fucking love you Katsuki Bakugou!

But they're right. We have no future together. This is better. 

For you.

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"The Number 2 Hero Dynamite saves Tokyo again from the claws of another dangerous Villain. Is his heroics going to finally land him to the top at number one or will his villainous quirk be the reason he's second best agai- "

"Ugh, this bullshit again. They really need to leave Kacchan alone before he explodes in the reporters' faces."

It's been 5 years since I broke up with him.

At this point, even I don't know how I've been going on everyday without him. I still turn around and look around for Kacchan, forgetting that he's not here with me. And I'm the only one to blame for that. I regret a lot of things I did. And leaving him is the biggest one of all.

I left Japan the day after we broke up. And came to America, I wanted to walk in All Might's footsteps, I felt like distracting myself and a change of environment would help me forget about all the pain and heartbreak.

I thought it would help me forget about the pain and anguish I caused to Kacchan. But every second minute weighs my heat with guilt, and I keep on second guessing everything I did.

About leaving Japan.

About leaving ....him.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Young Midoriya, are you all packed up for your flight? The cab is waiting for you in front of your apartment building." All Might says over the phone.

"Yes, I'm ready to go, All Might."

"Great, but, uh, how are you feeling? About you know, seeing ....him?"

"I don't know actually. I'm really excited to see him again but also secretly hoping that he doesn't show up on the Class 1-A reunion."

"You know you have to face him someday, right?"

"Yeah, I just, don't know how I'd be able to act like everything is 'okay' with me, you know?"

"Yeah, now I cannot do anything other than wish you luck and hope you guys go back to being friends if not boyfriends."

"Thanks, but I don't think if'll ever go back to the same again between him and I." I say after a small pause, "I'll get going now. Take care, Toshi."

After looking around the apartment for one last time, I head out of the door.

"Ahh, a hot bath after a super long flight is so refreshing!" I say to absolutely no one. It's a bad habit I developed by living alone.

I talk to myself.

A lot.

It's 6:30 pm. The reunion starts at 7 so I really have to hurry. Putting on whatever I could find from my pile of cloths, I rush out of the door, without giving myself a second glance.

The moment I entered the small but intimate private lounge bar, I was immediately greeted with screams of delight and hugged from every direction. And then I made the mistake of looking over the redhead's should and my green eyes locked in a pair of wide, scarlet ones, taking me is.

It was moments after everyone released their tight grip on me and tried hard not to burst out laughing while looking at me up and down was when I realized why they were so amused and thrilled by my outfit.

Oh no!

Holy fuck no!

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Katsuki

Army Green Baggy Pants.

Black Sneakers.

Black Overgrown Dynamite Hoodie with a Green Jacket.

And not just the normal Dynamite hoodie, it's the limited edition, Plus-Ultra hoodie, only 5 of them were made in total.

I have two of them. My parents somehow managed to get their hands on the other two. Now, I know where the last one went.

Guess being the Number One Hero has its perks.

The absolute horror on his face when he realizes what the wore makes me smirk a bit. The moment my eyes trace back to his face, Deku's turns red, like a strawberry. His messy, curly hair is hanging loose in front, nearly covering his eyes, and his hair from the back is cut short, like an under-cut.

Shitty Nerd's hair doesn't suck that much, huh?

Heh, not that I'm ever telling him that.

He's grown much taller than before, taller than me maybe, but it's not like I'm gonna admit that. He's gotten more buff and has broader shoulders, even with all those layers of cloths, I can count his defined abs. He's gotten more scares than before.

What the fuck are you doing there, Deku? I'm not there to protect him, so why....

His freckles. The only visible thing that's not changed.
It still looks like a splash of stars across his face.

I loved counting them when we were in each other's arms.

"Tch, Shitty Deku," I say to myself.

Hate to admit it, but he's gotten hotter.

Didn't know that was possible.

"Oh come on, Bakubro, just greet him, I know you've missed him, did't you? And how long has it been, 3 years?" Kirishima asks.

"5 years, 2 months and 6 days." I say, way too fast.

"Damn, Kacchan, you were actually counting?" Kaminari says, mockingly.

"I told you not to call me that!" I say, annoyed.

The only person who's allowed to called me that was the one who broke my heart 5 years ago.

"Get outta my way, extras" He says shoving them, "I need a drink, or 12."

Time seems to fly quickly as Katsuki sit on the bar across the room from Izuku, with a shot glass infront of him, debating on if he should speak to him or not.

Kaminari pokes Kirishima on the shoulder, trying to grab his attention, stopping him from telling another story about how Bakugo and him 'kicked some villian's evil ass', causing Izuku to look over their shoulders, at Katsuki.

"You think we should stop him and take him home? He's already had more than 15 shots. Any minute now, he's gonna grab the barkeeper's collar and demand more alcohol, when the barkeeper refuses. Remember last time...", Kaminari trails off.

" Oh yeah, well, catch you guys later! And hope to see you soon Midobro!" Kirishima says, waving at the others and walks towards Katsuki.

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Izuku wasn't really paying attention to what the others were talking about. Even though he was surrounded with his friends and people he cares about, his eyes were finding its way back to a certain angry blond.

Kacchan looks so good, even after all these years. He has a few piercings now, on his left ear. He looks so cool! And his muscles, they are so much bigger! He must be working out a lot now, and knowing him, he's overworking. I can see the eye bags from all the way over here. I hope he sleeps 8 full hours, at least, or else he'd be blowing people up, left and right. He's also gotten a scar on his left eyebrow, and somehow, that makes him even more hotter. Kacchan can pull anything off! He's so aweso- 

"So Midoriya, are you dating anyone at the moment?"

The moment Aoyama asks this question, everyone's ears perks up and they sit straighter on their chairs.

I was dreading this...

"No, at the moment, no one,"  

"Good, good, You know, a certain someone's single too, if you know what I mean", Mineta winks at Izuku as Jirou uses her quirk on him.

"That's uh..good to know. So tell me, are you dating anyone? Kaminari maybe? And Mina, Kirishima?" Izuku says with a smile, turning towards them, trying to focus the attention on someone else.

It shouldn't but why is hearing Kacchan is not dating anyone making me so happy? 

"Oh they are actually, it was the cutest thing. Denki wrote a song for Jirou and sang it for her infront of everyone!"Momo says, exitedly.

"He used the word 'cheetos' way too many time while trying to compliment my toes on the song. It was cringy and the worst song ever.", Jirou says with a red face.

"And yet you still set the song as your ringtone." Uraraka says, smiling brightly.

"It's catchy okay?!", Jirou says, trying to hide her face with her tiny hands.

Mina suddenly jumps into 'spilling the tea' about who's dating whom. 

Jirou and Kaminari.

Mina and Kirishima.

Uraraka and Iida.

Su and Tokoyami.

Hagakure and Ojiro.

Todoroki and Momo.

So, everyone's dating everyone for a few years now.

Everyone looks so happy, smiling with love in their eyes. I wonder how it would've been if we- I hadn't broken up with h-

Izuku's thoughts are interrupted by music and a familiar, deep voice floating across the room, capturing all of his attention.

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Izuku never thought this day would come, where Kacchan would be singing in front of their friends- and not just hum or sing a few lines from random songs while cooking his favorite spicy meal- actually sing!

He was drunk, sure, and his words were coming out a bit forced, but Izuku went crazy the moment he heard his voice.

The song they were playing was called “I think I'm in love” by Kat Dahlia.

I'm trying hard to trust you

When you say, give me your hand

Baby, I'm falling

He just stared at him with big eyes, mouth gawking. And his heart nearly jumped out of his chest when his green eyes met his red one.

He stood up  with tears forming in his eyes the moment he heard the words

“I hope you catch me when I land,

 I think I'm in love again,”

 Katsuki hit every note perfectly. His red eyes not leaving Izuku’s even for a second.

It was like he was speaking to him directly through the song.

It has been so long since he heard his voice and saw his beautiful face, while he was singing his heart out.

It didn't take Izuku long to notice how their friends were staring at them, with smiles on their faces, their eyes drifting from Katsuki to Izuku.

The lights started changing colors, going from blue to red and yellow and to red again. Everyone was dancing and singing along at the top of their lungs. They were going crazy in the dance floor but Izuku didn’t pay any attention to all the bodies grinding each other (or Mina twerking in the corner, with Kirishima cheering her on). He was just staring at Katsuki’s eyes, wondering if the words he was singing was true or not.

It was like the festival all over again, except this time the love of his life wasn't behind the drums but behind the mic, singing the melodious song while staring deep in his eyes, like there was no one else in the club. Some of his classmates were behind other instruments, Jirou and Denki were using the guitars , stealing loving looks from time to each other, Tokoyami somehow learned how to play the drums and Momo was on the piano.

Every note is perfect. His voice is like butter, soft and mellow.

Izuku thought.

His mind was running 100 miles per hour and he was mumbling under his breath even faster. Having all sorts thoughts, doubting himself again and again, and thinking about the past, he regretted everything he did that day. Always has for the past 5 years.

I never even imagined something like this would happen. I thought I’d just come here, meet with everyone, eat and leave. I thought Kacchan would ignore me because I’m the one who broke his heart. I thought Kacchan would get mad the moment he saw me or try to pick a fight even! I-

Izuku flinches when he finally realized that Katsuki was now right in front of him, their foreheads nearly touching.

Shit, too close, Izuku thinks, heat raising to his cheeks and the back of his neck.

So he still has that effect on me, huh?

“You’ve gotten taller, Nerd.” is the only thing Katsuki says before collapsing in Izuku’s arms.

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Izuku just stays there for a few minutes. Frozen. What in the world is even happening?!

One time Kacchan’s singing a love song-he want’s to assume- for him and then the next, he’s in Izuku’s arms.

Is he dreaming or just really really drunk?

He’s not really a light weight, because of his quirk so there’s so way this is just him hallucinating or something.

“K-Kacchan?”, Izuku asks, gently cupping his cheek. “Uh… Are you ok? Do you need help standing or-”

He was cut off by the tall red-head joining them, with a big smile on his face, showing off his sharp, white, teeth.

“Midoriya!” Kirishima exclaims, “It’s been so long man! I see you uh, met Katsuki, huh?”

He kind of looked uncomfortable, despite the bright smile on his face. Izuku could sympathize with  how he felt.  Him and Kirishima got a bit closer at the end of highschool, before Kacchan and him had started dating. Being friends with his best friend made Kacchan happy, even though he’d rather shove a cactus down his throat than admit it. Kirishima probably didn’t know how to react to Kacchan slumped over a flustered, stuttering mess of an Izuku. Kacchan was probably drooling a little bit over his shoulder. He’d kill him if he found out about this when he’s sober.

Kirishima tried calling Izuku a few times after he went abroad. But then he eventually gave up trying to demand answers from Izuku and complied on texting Izuku, still on all caps though, just to show him how mad he was. And Eijirou rarely gets mad.

After a few weeks of ignoring everyone’s texts, including his mother and Katsuki’s parents, and at one point, Aizawa and Eri (which was the hardest, since she’d always use cute emojis, asking him what living in America was like and if she’s allowed to come visit sometimes), he finally gave in.

He texted his mom, telling her that he’s alright and settled in well and that he doesn’t want to talk about Katsuki and the break up.

He texted Kirishima that he saw things ‘in a new light’ and that ‘he needed to let him go so that Kacchan can be happy’. Which didn’t make sense to Eijirou because the only time he’s seen Katsuki that happy and with a genuine smile on his face was when he was with Izuku.

It also helped Mina save all those extra face masks and ‘fucking useless detox shit’- Katsukied like to call them- to get rid off his wrinkles from scowling 24/7.

Over the years, Kirishima calmed down about Izuku ditching Katsuki without even giving a good explanations or any kind of closure. He knew Izuku and trusted him. Even though what he said over the short texts were…..vague to say the least. He just needed to give him time.

Even though Katsuki denies the fact that he still has feelings for the ‘shitty nerd’, Kirishima knows better than try to push him. But he still wanted to know what Izuku feels for Katsuki now. So he said the only thing his nearly-drunken self could form, which was something fucking stupid.

“I think you should take him home!” Kirishima exclaims.

“Um… I-I d-don’t think t- K-Kacchan’s gonna appreciate i-it”, Izuku says, his eyes wide sauce pans and face redder than a strawberry.

Cute.

“That’s not what I meant,” he laughs. “I meant his home. I’ll just text you his address.”

“Oh, I-I don’t know…. Kacchan won’t be really happy about that,“ Izuku chuckles awkwardly.

And that’s when Katsuki decides to nuzzle further into Izuku’s neck, making him wrap his arms in his waist more tightly to make Katsuki stand as straight as he could.

“Mmm…Deku…take me…”

This makes Izuku feel like he just short circuited. Like Kaminari used to in highshool.

“See?! You’ll be fine! And um… let’s hope he doesn’t remember this tomorrow,” Eijjirou says, pulling out his phone.

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After half carrying and half dragging Katsuki to his car, Izuku was able to put the seatbelt on him with no trouble, he crawled into the drivers seat and started the car, driving towards Katsuki’s house. Kirishima looked almost relieved getting Katsuki out of his hand, sending his address on record time.

Izuku was glad he had a super strength quirk. Even if Kacchan hadn’t grown much taller over the years, he most certainly gained mor muscle weight. Like damn, they’re distracting! The way his biceps just bulge out of his body, his t-shirt hugging his abbs is just mouth watering. It’s hard to focus on the road ahead.

“Enough with the muttering……damn nerd”, Katsuki slurred, making Izuku just smile as he watched him shift into a more comfortable position, drooling a little.

Cute.

Not long before Izuku realized that they were in front of his house. Getting Katsuki off the car and carrying him towards his door was a little bit harder. Katsuki hugged Izuku tight, wrapping his legs around his waist and nuzzling his face on Izuku’s neck. He took one of his hands off of Katsuki’s thighs and inserted the key in the keyhole and the shouldered the door open and took his shoes off. After fumbling with the lights, he finally turned them on.

Katsuki’s house was clean. It wasn’t a surprise really, but the shining floor tiles and massive kitchen. It was Izuku’s luck (or not) that Katsuki’s bedroom was the first room he opened, to his right.

Tucking him in bed is going to be easy.

Or so he thought.  

He. Will. Not. Let. Go.

At all.

Strong arms and thick thighs cling to him like a koala. No matter how many times he nudged the sleeping lump, Katsuki doesn’t let got. At the end, Izuku had to shove him off lightly. And no matter how much Katsuki sloppily tried to tug Izuku’s shirt, telling him to come to bed, or whined in his sleep, Izuku had to control his emotions and and leave as fast he could.

He practically dashed out of his room and nearly tripped over his shoe-

Wait….those aren’t his shoes. They’re way too small to be his shoes. And….pink.

They were the shoes of what looks like….a four years old.

Huh. That’s strange. Didn’t know Kacchan knows any kids. I wonder who it is…

Izuku wondered as he walked out of the door, scratching his head, confused as ever.

I probably have to ask Kacchan. If he’s willing to talk to me even, that is.

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The next day Izuku had patrol. So with a mild headache he got to the agency at 8am, changed into his costume and gears and started his patrol.

By lunch break, everything went smoothly, just a few minor criminals- robbers and shoplifter. One villain even surrendered the moment he saw Deku land in front of him, glowing with his green sparks.

He was signing some posters and taking pictures with some fans when he suddenly felt a heavy weight bump to his knee. Curious, he looked down while waving goodbye to the fans only to find violet orbs splattered with pink looking back at him.

 When he looked closely, he noticed that the kid in fact had spiky blond hair tied into two piglets. She had her hands crossed over her chest, blond brows pulled into a frown and bared her teeth at him a bit.

Damn, she’s pissed.

And for some reason, everything about her expression and body language looked….really familiar.

Before he could apologize, he chocked at absolute horror after hearing her words.

“Watch where you’re going, you fucking broccoli-idiot!”

Excuse me?! A what-

“I-I’m sorry? I-uh-didn’t see you. Um.. are you lost? ”

“What the fuck makes you think that, dumbfac-”

“Kaida! Don’t just run away from me! You’ll get lost and I’m way too fucking old to chase you! Your dad will kil-“

Izuku looked up to a pair of sharp, red eyes and fuzzy blond hair.

“Izuku dear! When did you come back from the States? Does K-”

“Mrs.Bakugo! Hi! It’s so nice to see you, and yes, Kac- Katsuki and I just met yesterday, actually. I don’t blame him for not telling you, actually”, Izuku laughed awkwardly.

Izuku let out a small yelp as Mrs.Bakugou suddenly pulled him into a bone crushing hug.

“It’s nice to see you too!”

“Wait, Izuku? As in Izuku Midoriya? Like, Hero Deku?! ”, the little girl exclaims as if it’s the first time she properly saw him and his costume, eyes shining.

“Yes, he’s a…..family friend.”

“Umm…who is she exactly? If you don’t mind me asking.” Izuku added quickly.

“Oh, this is… family” Mrs.Bakugou hesitated for a second.

Huh…I didn’t know Kacchan had a cousin…

“What’s her name-”

“Oh look at the time! We have to get going before the train leaves.” Mrs.Bakugou said with panic in her eyes and grabbed the had of an overenthusiastic blond who was bouncing on her heels, with a huge smile in her face, trying to get Izuku’s attention.

“Awww but I wanted an autograph and some pictures!”, the little girl grabbed Mrs.Bakugou’s lavender colored skirt and tugged on it.

“We’ll get it another time. Izuku, why don’t you come over for dinner, huh? We can catch up then. And say ‘hi’ to Inko for me!” Mrs.Bakugo said as she picked the thrashing girl and started turning away from him.

“Y-yeah um.., I’ll um… see if I’m free uh, bye”

Why was she acting so… weird? and.. wait, those shoes, they must belong to her.

The day ended with Izuku being tired as fuck and falling asleep even before his body slammed on the couch.

It was the first time in 5 years that Izuku didn’t have a dream where he was watching Katsuki die.