#rebe i hope i did justice to the beautiful feel of your comic
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This is a small gift for a wonderful artist that never fails to bring a smile to my face with her art @rb-sketches! Hope you like it, I wrote it for this amazing piece! I wish I could write you an entire novel, but this will have to do, enjoy, Rebe, you are awesome!
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As they coordinated the rescue of civilians, Izuku felt good, incredible even. He had been back at UA for over two weeks, and his friends were making sure that he was well fed, rested and clean. All his time chasing after Shigaraki/All For One hadn’t been futile, he had apprehended many villains, but he had been slipping and hurting himself. Izuku wasn’t going to be of any use to the heroes if he was hanging by a thread. Fortunately, that wasn’t his situation anymore.
Izuku was still catching up on sleep, and yeah, he got tired, but he was getting better each day, and when he couldn’t keep up, his friends were there to pick up the slack, just like Kacchan had said.
Kacchan.
His childhood friend was currently a few steps ahead of him, coordinating the evacuation, screaming orders and rallying their classmates behind him. Since he returned to UA, Kacchan was never more than a yell away from Izuku, and he tried to stay within seeing distance of him.
He would have thought he didn’t trust Izuku to stay put, but after the last couple of days, he believed it came only from genuine concern. Kacchan was the first to notice when Izuku got winded, or needed a break from using his quirk. He would scoff and snap at him, but his voice held no heat and he gave Izuku time to recover. Kacchan brought him food when he got some for himself and sat by his side without talking, but even the silent company caused something to flutter in his chest.
This new dynamic made him feel like he was perpetually using Float, like his feet weren’t touching the ground. Things were so different between them, they had gone through so much together, but Izuku had always saved a spot for Kacchan by his side, and the moment his childhood friend was ready to claim it, Izuku welcomed him with open arms.
He forced his attention off his childhood friend and back to his current task. He was working with Sero and Uraraka; while she used her quirk to lift debris and abandoned cars, Sero and Izuku grabbed them while in the air and placed them where they wouldn’t be in the way. They moved quickly and seamlessly, Sero and Uraraka made such a good team, and Izuku found himself working in the same tune.
As he put down the last pieces of debris, far away from the evacuation route they had drafted, Izuku beamed, wiping the sweat from his brow, the exercise taxing but so rewarding.
He almost jumped out of his skin when someone draped an arm over his shoulders, and he swirled, expecting Kaminari or Kirishima. Nothing would have prepared him for the sharp smile and the glinting red eyes. Kacchan brought his gloved hand to the back of his head and ruffled his curls. His heart skipped a beat, gazed locked in his, flabbergasted by the easy manner in which Kacchan was touching him after a decade of keeping him at arm’s length.
“Not bad, Izuku.” Kacchan stepped back, sauntering away. He left Izuku behind, trying to get his heart rhythm under control.
Not bad, Izuku.
Izuku.
He watched his back, looking for a sign of Kacchan regretting what just happened, but the blond only glanced at him over his shoulder, smirking. All his blood traveled to his face, the blush spreading against his will. Dear God, was this how things were going to be between them from now on?
Praise without a hint of mockery or disdain.
Touches full of fondness.
Smiles directed only at him.
Kacchan not only accepted him back, but he was pushing them closer.
Izuku wasn’t sure he was going to be able to handle it without combusting where he stood.
“Looking a little red there, Deku,” Uraraka said behind him, and Izuku gave her an embarrassed look. No point in pretending he wasn’t completely smitten, the entire class had seen him faint in his arms.
Kacchan meant so much more to Izuku than any of his friends could ever imagine, but they did have a pretty good idea of where his feelings lay.
Izuku.
He grinned down at his shoes, shaking his head.
He had been doomed from the start.
“Kacchan, wait up!”
“Then hurry the fuck up, Deku!”
That’s right.
He was still Deku, but he was also Izuku to Kacchan.
Izuku jogged until he reached him. He didn’t want to get left behind, staring at his back, nor he wanted to be ahead of Kacchan, where he couldn’t see him at all.
His place was by his side, and always had been.
#bakudeku#bkdk#bakugou katsuki#midoriya izuku#katsudeku#rebe i hope i did justice to the beautiful feel of your comic#this is my love language people i see art that makes my monkey brain go weeee! and i write#also good luck with school rebe you got this!
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