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“Midoriya… Why is it always you?”
Izuku chuckled and looked down sheepishly. Truly, he didn’t mean to get involved this time, it’s just that the lady was in trouble! And what kind of hero would he be if he didn’t help her? One fight and accidental quirk use later, Izuku sat on the infirmary bed that was quickly becoming all too familiar with Aizawa-sensei and Recovery Girl sighing at him.
“The specs of the quirk go like this, you will be unable to lie for about 24-48 hours. None of your thoughts will be forced forward but all of your spoken thoughts will be automatically changed to the truth.”
Izuku breathed out, relief filling him. His thoughts weren’t exactly…appropriate all the time. Izuku couldn’t help but thank whatever deity that was looking out for him, and that his suffocatingly large crush on Kacchan wouldn’t be outed immediately.
“How are you feeling?” Aizawa-sensei snapped Izuku out of his thoughts.
I’m fine!
“I have a really bad headache and I’m exhausted” is what came out. Izuku blinked and covered his mouth in surprise. Holy- okay this was real.
Aizawa-sensei smirked slightly at his shock. He reached into one of Recovery Girl’s drawers and pulled out some panadol, handing it to Izuku.
“Get some rest kid, you can have the rest of the day off classes but I expect you to get your notes off of your classmates.” He said, tucking his face into his scarf. Izuku nodded slightly, then downed the panadol to get rid of the pounding in the back of his head.
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Izuku stumbled his way to the dorms, and collapsed onto his bed. He stared at his ceiling (recently re-decorated because now that they were in second year it felt weird having his mentor's face stare at him all day). All he could think about was how he wasn’t going to survive tomorrow's classes. His massive, blinding and long-lasting crush on Kacchan weighed heavy on his mind. He couldn’t go a day without thinking about how pretty Kacchan was, and how his eyes glittered in pride when he was winning a fight or how he loves his little smiles-
To put it lightly, Izuku was fucked. A groan escaped him and he turned over. His alarm clock said that it was a little past 10am so he would have at least 6 hours before his class got back. He could come up with a plan by then. Right?
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Izuku could not come up with a plan by then, apparently. He had actually fallen asleep shortly after that and slept until 5:30. He had missed his class coming back to the dorms, missed the multiple calls from his friends wondering where he was and missed them knocking on his door. So that’s how Izuku found himself being woken up by Ochako barging through the door and flopping on top of him. Shouto wasn’t far behind, following Ochako into his room and sitting on the bed watching him. Tenya at least tried to stop them, chopping his arms quickly, talking about how they were ‘disrespecting Midoriya’s privacy’or whatever.
“Izuku! Where were you? You weren’t in class today and Aizawa-sensei didn’t say anything” Ochako said, shaking Izuku’s shoulders, as he blinked blearily at them.
“Uh..” Izuku hesitated slightly, choosing his words carefully. “I got hit with a truth-telling quirk. Aizawa-sensei and Recovery girl gave me the all clear. The quirk should be gone by tomorrow afternoon or night!”
Ochako sighed, sitting back next to Shouto on the bed.
“Izuku, why are you always the one who gets into these situations?” Ochako said, looking at him sympathetically.
I’m sorry for worrying you, I promise I’ll try to do better!
“Aizawa-sensei said the same thing”
Dammit.
Ochako snorted and Shouto chuckled under his breath. Tenya stopped his motions and smiled slightly.
“Are you hungry?” Shouto asked, leaning forward to look at Izuku. He went to answer but his stomach growled loudly enough for Tenya to hear in the doorway. His face flushed and he groaned covering his face with his hands.
Shouto laughed quietly while Ochako got up laughing loudly.
“Let’s go then, Bakugou cooked tonight so it’s bound to be good,” Shouto said, moving towards the door after Ochako. Izuku perked up at that. Kacchan’s cooking was so good, he had missed it during middle school. Recently though, Kacchan had been cooking more and more for their class and for Izuku. It was such a treat, but was not doing any good for his heart.
Izuku followed his friends, uncharacteristically quiet, content in listening to the rambles about classes and complaints about assignments. He walked out into the common room and saw Kacchan being… well the only word Izuku can really think of is harassed, by his friends. Mina seemed to be teasing him for something, and looking closer at Kacchan he was blushing. Izuku didn’t see Kacchan flustered often, he drank in the sight of the cute blush on his face before he turned to answer Shouto about the math homework.
“Oi.”
Izuku looked up and saw Kacchan making his way over towards him. Izuku’s brain stopped at the soft look on Kacchan’s face. Now don’t get him wrong, Izuku loved Kacchan’s scowl and his angry grin but something about the peaceful look he has now just causes Izuku’s insides to flip. He almost forgot that Kacchan had spoken to him, when he felt a bowl get shoved into his hand
“Eat, nerd” He said gruffly, turning away.
“Thank you Kacchan!” Izuku held back the ‘I love you’, bile rising in his throat. He looked down to find katsudon steaming from the bowl. Tears welled in Izuku’s eyes, and he gripped the chopsticks tighter.
Unbeknownst to Izuku, Shouto and Ochako shared a look.
Izuku watched Kacchan walk back to the kitchen, yelling something at Kaminari and Kirishima. He couldn’t help but marvel at how far they had come. He and Kacchan have weekly sparring sessions and they go on runs every morning. It was great!!! Well, not great for Izuku’s heart but he loved it anyway.
Speaking of sparring sessions, Kacchan was staring him down from the kitchen. Izuku could only guess that it was because of the missed session this afternoon. He quickly downed the last of his katsudon and moved to the sink. He locked eyes with Kacchan and his breath hitched in his throat. His eyes were soft, this deep red that always seemed to see right through him. This unrecognisable emotion flickered in the red iris, vanishing as quickly as it appeared.
“Nerd. Where the fuck were you? Why would you bail?” Kacchan asked, as his friends left the kitchen, mentioning something about mario kart.
I’m sorry! I’ll make it up to you!
“You’re beautiful.”
Izuku’s stomach dropped, horror covering his features as he slapped a hand over his mouth. Kacchan’s face cycled through so many emotions Izuku couldn’t make any out. Then in some world-ending miracle, Kacchan’s face flushed a pretty pink.
“I- What?” He spluttered, confusion and shock taking over his face.
I didn’t mean that! I’m so sorry! It’s the quirk!
“You are. I was hit with a truth quirk” He said, his breath escaping his lungs and bile rising in his throat at his attempt to lie. He coughed, rattling his chest as he felt acid burn the back of his mouth. He crouched down covering his mouth in an attempt to stop his dinner from coming up right in front of Kacchan.
“De- Izuku! What the fuck? You were hit with a quirk?” He squawked, bending down and gripping Izuku’s shoulders. His eyes met Izuku’s and a thousand conversations happened at once.
“Yeah” Izuku croaked out, swallowing thickly. He could feel tears building up in the back of his eyes. Here goes their hard earned friendship, ruined by Izuku’s stupid mouth again. He glanced up at Kacchan expecting disgust, hatred, even pity, anything but the affectionate and fond look that was so gorgeous but so rare on his face. His brow had smoothed out and his lips were tilted upwards slightly as if he was looking at something that he loved. And his eyes, god those eyes. Izuku nearly got lost looking into his eyes, the red swallowing him whole.
Kacchan’s hand slowly moved from his shoulder to his neck, his hands barely skimming the bottom of Izuku’s hairline. Subconsciously, he leaned into the touch, craving the warmth emanating from his hands.
“Izuku.. It’s a truth quirk?” Kacchan asked softly, his eyes searching into Izuku’s looking for any denial. Izuku just nodded, not trusting his mouth and brain to match up. Kacchan exhaled slowly, his whole body slumping in front of Izuku.
This doesn’t have to change anything Kacchan
“Please don’t leave”
Kacchan’s head snaps up to Izuku’s, guilt filling his eyes. Izuku immediately wanted to take it back, to take the guilt off of Kacchan.
“Izuku, I’m so sorry. I won’t leave, I promise” Kacchan said, determination filling his eyes. His face settles into something unreadable. He pulls Izuku to his feet, his hands resting around his wrist. He turns and pulls Izuku towards the stairs, past his classmates trying to be subtle about watching them. Kacchan walks silently to his room, slouching onto his bed.
Izuku glances around the room, taking in the photos decorating the room and textbooks open on his desk. Worksheets lay finished on his desk, neatly piled into due dates and completion status. It’s so inherently Kacchan that Izuku feels his breath leave his lungs. Izuku looks back to Kacchan and is taken aback by the fondness in his gaze.
Kacchan I’m sorry
“Kacchan, I love you”
Izuku’s eyes widened and he felt blood rush to his face. He stepped back hesitantly, freezing as he watched Kacchan move towards him. His calloused hands cradle the side of his face, his thumb tracing lines between his freckles. Kacchan’s eyes follow the angles of Izuku’s cheekbones and make their way up to his eyes. His breath catches in his throat when he watches Kacchan’s eyes deliberately flick down to his lips.
Just like every other time Kacchan is involved, Izuku’s body moved on it’s own. His lips crash into Kacchan’s. The world around dissolves and all Izuku can feel and think is the sparks dancing across his lips and the feeling of Kacchan near him. Kacchan pushes back his hand sliding onto his waist pulling him ever closer. Izuku doesn’t even remember when his arms wrapped around Kacchan’s neck, but he used it to pull him further into him. Kacchan kissed like he fought, fiery and proud. Izuku pulled back, catching his breath, and rested his forehead to Kacchan’s, unable to separate too far from him. The taste of caramel lingering in his mouth and on his lips, effortlessly reminding him of Kacchan.
“I love you too dumbass” Kacchan huffed softly, a small smile etching its way onto his face. Izuku could feel warmth spreading throughout his chest as giggles erupted out of his mouth. He couldn’t help the happiness that bubbled out of him. Kacchan liked him back. Kacchan liked him back!!
“What are you giggling about?” Kacchan asked a questioning eyebrow raised at Izuku, his hands resting on his waist.
“I’m just so happy, Kacchan” Izuku hummed leaning into the crook of Kacchan’s neck, smiling against him.
“Yeah, well you can be happy when I’m beating your ass. Don’t you think that I forgot about our sparring session.” Kacchan grunted, pulling far enough away to throw a towel Izuku’s way. He caught it and grinned, moving his free hand to Kacchan’s open one, intertwining their fingers.
Yeah.. Izuku would get hit with a truth quirk again if this was the outcome.