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After all we’d been through together I didn’t want it to end. This is the most adventurous thing I’ve done in my entire life. And with everyday we experienced more life-changing (and life-threatening) ventures.
Sad, right?
The worst part is, I know it has to end. It’s inevitable. Izuku is from a completely different country and I have my younger siblings to take care of.
We live two terribly incompatible lives.
But I didn’t care… I enjoyed his smile. The joy he radiated, the way he cared for any and everyone. Deku saved me, disinterested in whether it was legally right or wrong. Ignoring the fact I’m literally a no good thief.
I wanted to— I needed to thank him for everything…
Tonight we were sleeping in the trunk, which was strangely spacious. It was our last night together. We’d just almost made it to Klayd.
So where do we go from here?
“Hey…I’d really like to get to know the inspiring Deku better before this is all over.”
I said inexpressibly, through my rigid breathing, turning to face him.
We laid side by side in the van, waiting for sleep to whisk us away into a new day.
“Good idea! What would you like to know, Rody?”
He answered immediately, turning to meet my eyes with his beaming green ones.
His beautiful green eyes.
My heart raced with anticipation, he was so close— close enough to kiss…
“How are you so… you…all the damn time?”
Izuku stared at him with a confused expression not understanding what made him “him”.
“I mean, you’ve always got a smile on your damn face. How— why?”
He pondered the question for a few moments, even though the answer was clear to him. He vowed to always save people with a smile on his face, that smile never ceased to exist in between times either.
My eyes flickered from his eyes, to his nose, to his imperfectly perfect freckles, analyzing his pretty face in its entirety.
His lips had me mesmerized, I wanted to taste his chapstick, to feel the butterflies fly loose in my stomach the moment our lips made contact.
“Even when things are hard- and I’m under tons of pressure to save everyone… I want people to know and feel that they can trust me. Saving people is one thing, but rescuing them and comforting them, inspiring them… changing their lives. All those things matter just as much.”
Rody could've been annoyed with Deku’s rambling, like anyone else would be. He just couldn’t help himself from how impressed he was. He never met a hero- or person like Deku, one that truly cared for people, not only for money.
Who knew people like him still existed…
It was stupid. Pino was chirping and blushing while flying around the two of us. I tried to restrain myself (and her too obviously). I found Deku admirable, still, I couldn’t help finding him attractive too. He was ridiculously perfect.
“Your friends must get sick of your sappy shit.”
Rody muttered sarcastically.
Izuku chuckled a bit, remembering one specific— special, person.
“Yea… I have this. friend. He can’t bear to hear me speak half of the time…”
I watched the way his hair moved when he spoke, the way his facial expressions and body language became so clearly one in the same.
To keep the conversation going out of desperation for the night not to end, Rody inquired about this “friend”.
“Where’s that friend now?”
“Kacchan? Oh he’s back at the heroes’ agency with everyone else.”
His tone immediately shifting to slightly standoffish.
“…Do you miss him?”
Izuku paused, breaking eye contact to face the car’s roof.
“It’s not that- I do miss him— I miss them all… Before we got here, he and I got into another argument. And when I left with you, we weren’t on good terms. Imagine if I was shot and killed today, I would’ve never been able to see him again. I’d die leaving him with the worst memory possible.”
Oh.
My heart dropped, leaving me with an anxiously empty feeling. The smallest bit of hope I had gone… It slowly became painfully obvious to me the gleam in his eye actually belonged to someone else. Not me. He didn’t have to admit it. It was cruelly evident that the other boy wasn’t just a friend.
Of course my first ever crush has a crush on someone else.
A small piece of me refused to let go of the 0.1% chance Deku liked me instead. That Kacchan was just a friend. That he desired to change his entire way of living just for me. That him loving me was possible…
Luckily, Pino was exhausted from our eventful day, she was no longer awake to reveal all of my thousands of my emotions to Deku.
I didn’t need to anyway.
I accepted it.
He deserves a person in his league. Why did I ever assume I could compete with his stupid little perfect hero friends.
“Rody? Are you alright?”
“Huh-? Oh yeah I’m, great. I got lost in thought… Listen Deku, your friend, I’m sure he feels the same way.”
The light flushing evolved into a bright red covering Deku’s whole face.
He turned back to his side, his back facing Rodys’ again.
Why does everyone leave.
“Thank you, Rody.”
Please, turn back.
I wish it was me. That’s what I wanted to say. Nonetheless, I had to take into account Deku has probably known this guy way longer than he’s known me. Deku tries to save everyone and anyone, I’m not special.
“Of course, hero.”
I managed to whisper despite the stiffness built up in my throat and warm tears pushing my waterline.
It hurt. So bad. Hot indomitable tears streamed down my cheeks. However I didn’t cry, I was too hesitant to wake him up. So I weeped, my silent tears more powerful than any of my cries. Why did I have to be so unlucky?
Tonight is our last night together and he was slipping away from me before I was successful in reaching his hand.
I know it’s selfish but I wanted him to see me— the same way he sees him.
I craved his touch. Even if it was an accident and he happened to roll over on me. I’d take waking up in his soft embrace even under those circumstances.
Pathetic. I know.
I wanted it hopelessly. I even considered praying. Don’t leave me with nothing. Please.
Whoever Kacchan is, I hate him. I envy him for being good enough for him. He’ll never understand how lucky he is.