The kiss is gentle and soft at first, sweeter than cotton candy and warm, like honey. Kacchan grasps at Izuku's biceps and Izuku's hands slide down to rest on Kacchan's back, pulling their bodies close together. When they finally part, Izuku rests his forehead against Kacchan's.

"Izuku, I'm sorry for—" Kacchan starts. "I know," Izuku says, cutting him off. "You don't have to say it." "Are you really okay with me?" "Of course," Izuku says with a smile, kissing Kacchan's forehead. "You're my hero."