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He was hurting again. They had just gotten home from the agency Katsuki worked at, and Izuku was already hurting. Again.
So instead of heading to the bedroom to go cuddle like they always did after work, Izuku just stood in front of the bed. Katsuki, who was already laid down on the bed, stared at him skeptically, but the green-haired male didn’t look back at him. He kind of just stood there as thoughts and feelings of jealousy overcame him. I mean, after what he just witnessed at work today, how could he avoid it?
“What’s with the face?” Katsuki finally asked.
Izuku looked at him, his eyes already glazed with tears. Katsuki’s eyebrows were furrowed again. He knew what that meant. He had to hold himself together right now to avoid another complicated conversation.
So Izuku just bit back the tears and replied with a nearly inaudible “Nothing.”
It really hurt to speak. Izuku felt the tears lining the edges of his eyes, so he wiped them away before they could roll down his cheek. He didn’t want to cry in front of Katsuki again. He’d probably just tease him for being a sensitive crybaby like he always did. But Katsuki was not oblivious. He had to get out of there. Right. Now.
“I-I’m going to the bathroom,” Izuku said as he walked hastily to the bathroom. His voice was already cracking all over the place. But his thoughts? They were a mess.
He locked the door behind him and sat on the toilet seat. That was when he finally allowed himself to sob. When he finally allowed himself to cry. But he didn’t let it all out at once. He had to be quiet or else Katsuki would catch up to him.
And he did.
He knocked on the door twice. “Deku? You okay in there?”
Izuku sniffles and wipes his face with the sleeves of his sweater. He tries to clear his throat. “Yeah! I’m fine.”
Shit. His voice was shaky. That wasn’t any good.
Katsuki picked up on this and started trying to twist the knob. He noticed that it was locked.
“Deku. Let me in!” he said in an angry tone.
This made Izuku sob again, so he covered his mouth. He didn’t want to see him right now. It was all too much. He could feel his thoughts looming in on him and he could hear Katsuki banging on the door. He thought that he was gonna die at this point.
“Kacchan, I’m fine!” he said weakly, covering his ears as he cried.
He already had his knees pulled up to his chest as he sat on the toilet. He didn’t know if he wanted it to end or not because that scared him too. He was just a mess. A huge, pitiful mess.
“I’m not stupid!” Katsuki argued, twisting the door knob. “Just let me in or I’ll kick the do-”
The door opens. Izuku opened it. So now he stood there, in front of Katsuki, with his hair over his eyes. He’s sniffling, still crying. But it’s settled down a little bit now.
Katsuki asks him in a softer tone: “Is this about ‘her’ again?”
Izuku almost sobs again upon hearing that. But instead, he bites it back and averts his eyes. Then he crosses his arms as he tries to keep it in.
“So you’re just not gonna talk to me, huh?” Katsuki follows.
That stung.
Izuku wiped the tear that rolled down his cheek and weakly said: “I d-don’t know how to.”
“You don’t know how to,” the blond repeated. “So what? Are you just gonna cry? You know I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”
Izuku sniffled. He could feel a wave of tears ready to stream down his face right now. But then, Katsuki cupped his face.
He stared at him, his ruby reds to Izuku’s emerald greens. Katsuki had a softer expression in the stead of his intense, angry one. It let Izuku take a breath.
He bit his lip as he shakily mumbled: “I’m sorry…”
Katsuki hugs him. “It’s not your fault.”
Izuku wraps his arms around him as well. He felt so warm and safe in his arms. He never wanted to let go.
“I love you,” he said. It sounded like an apology.
Katsuki sighs but he smiles. “I love you too, idiot.”