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Izuku hums as they feel a blanket wrapped around their back and shoulders. They tilt their head upwards as Ejirou kisses them on the forehead, both restraining cheesy giggles. Izuku takes a sip from their hot chocolate, feet over one of the heaters, as they watch the winter movie displayed on the tv in front of them.
“I think he’s gonna die,” Izuku theorizes, mostly to themself.
“Sherlock Holmes, everybody.” Katsuki jokes, recieving a sharp glare from Denki that shuts him up. As this happens, Izuku feels the couch shift as their boyfriend sits down, joining them in the blanket.
“Sorry ‘bout that.” Ejirou smiles and softly whispers in Izuku’s ear, making the greenette giggle in response.
Then, all of a sudden, all of the power goes out. The lights shut off and the heating under Izuku’s feet ceases. Frowning, they pull out their phone and open the news. The blue-ish light shines on their dimly lit face as the others open the curtains, and Izuku finds an article explaining a villain attack from an hour prior. The villain used a remnant of Trigger to boost his power and travelled city to city, wiping out power with his quirk. Izuku reads the article to the class as there’s a knocking on the door.
“Class,” Toshinori wheels himself in after Ejirou opens the door. “We need your help. There was a villain attack, and the power will never come back without them captured—“
“No thanks,” Izuku interrupts, glancing up from their phone.
“W-what?” Toshinori freezes. “Midoriya, could you elaborate?”
“First of all, it’s Izuku.” Ejirou speaks, voice cold, Ss he walks back to his girlfriend. “And second of all, he said no thanks.”
“Yeah,” Denki stands, fists on her hips. “We’ve played hero games. Heck, we almost died because of it. Let us use this year to recover when you heroes can easily take on a dumb villain. Don’t you have Mirio now? Send him!”
“Well, he’s already there, but—“ Toshinori’s cut off again.
“Great,” Denki sits back down. “You’re all settled, then. Who wants to play Monopoly?”
The class migrates to the table, setting up the extended version of Monopoly. Everyone pairs up, Izuku choosing their boyfriend today. They watch everyone pair up, Katsuki being left with Eri.
“Dynamite-San!” Eri grins, jumping onto Katsuki’s lap.
“Hey, Eri,” He smiles softly at her before fidgeting with his fake money, face displaying hurt emotions as if it isn’t his fault he’s nobody’s first pick. They play for about an hour before Tooru and Yuuga win, high-fiveing happily before the group splits up.
Izuku decides to go to their room, noticing Shinsou trailing behind. They sit in the corner, him on their bed. A dorm rule was decided upon last semester that Izuku isn’t allowed to be in a room alone, and the class agreed, much to Izuku’s dismay. Now, they stare at their hands, knowing that if they try anything, Shinsou will stop them.
Oh well, might as well grab some Monster and wake up a bit before starting the day. They pop open the tab and take small sips before setting it down and closing their eyes — just for a little bit.
Suddenly, someone’s shaking them light by the shoulders, and their eyes open to their almost pitch black bedroom. They look up at Denki, face lit by a dim green light from Izuku’s eyes. She grabs them by the arm and drags them outside, and they flash a glance at the clock. The two stumble out the main doors where someone hands them a blanket. Katsuki is standing there, hands sparking, before freezing up at the sight of Izuku.
“They can’t be here,” he says, flashing a glance at Izuku before moving it to Denki. “They won’t enjoy it.”
“Oh, shut up already,” Izuku rolls their eyes, crossing their arms. They sit on a rock as the others settle down. Katsuki anxiously flashes Izuku one more glance before lighting a firework. The thing shoots into the air before exploding, and suddenly Izuku can’t breathe. They sit there, curled into a ball, head down.
It had happened then. The fireworks. Izuku was in their room, middle school, third year, belt in their hands. They had been looking over the sunset as fireworks exploded in the sky. They stepped up onto a chair and fastened a belt before they’d heard a voice.
“Deku?” Katsuki had frozen in the hallway, eyes wide.
“Bye, Kacchan,” Izuku responded, facing away from him. His voice was tired from crying, and it came out in raspy waves.
And if it hadn’t been for Katsuki’s explosive quirk, — the one that made him such a jerk — Izuku wouldn’t be sitting here today. He wouldn’t be—
“Come with me,” Katsuki says softly as the others gaze at the fireworks. “We’re going inside.”
Izuku lets the blond drag them into the building and up to their room as the others watch the fireworks, panic refusing to settle down. They sit on their bed as Katsuki stands in the corner, watching them carefully as a precaution.
“I’m sorry,” Izuku chokes, holding back tears.
“Nah,” Katsuki shrugs, hands in his pockets. “No one knew, and nobody listens to me. If anything, they should be the ones apologizing.”
“Don’t be mean.” Izuku smiles softly, regaining control of their breathing. “Like you said, they had no idea.”
There’s a rather empty silence before Izuku speaks again.
“What happened to us?”
“Huh?” Katsuki looks up from his open phone screen, eyebrows raised.
“I mean,” Izuku brings their knees to their chest. “We were best friends, right?”
“We were four.” He looks past Izuku, as if reminiscing something tragic.
“Fourteen,” Izuku corrects, eyes serious. “And you saved my life.”
“Anyone would do that.” Katsuki shrugs.
“Not everyone would come to my house with only a sneaking suspicion.”
And now Katsuki’s done talking. He opens the door to see the class standing outside of it, tense. Iida’s in front, fear wracked across his face.
“Bakugou, Midoriya—“
“Izuku.” Katsuki corrects. “But do go on.”
“Is everything alright?” Their class president finishes, eyebrows knit together with concern.
“Yeah,” Izuku smiles softly.
“Are you sure?” Iida asks, and Izuku looks at Katsuki, trust gleaming in his eyes.
“Yeah.” He smiles again.
He’s going to fix this friendship.