SO GORGEOUS
aaaaand that's a wrap! i posted this on twitter but i totally forgot about bluesky lol i'll probably post some other old threads/fics on here too. i should really use this account more. hope you enjoyed reading! let me know if you did 💕 ao3 link: archiveofourown.org/works/55713481
Kacchan nods, and it feels like an oath, a promise for their future with each other to be brighter. "Right." "Let's be together forever, Kacchan," Izuku murmurs, leaning in for another kiss. He pouts when Kacchan suddenly shoves him away. "Put some damn clothes on first!" 💚🧡
Kacchan's brow furrows. He whispers, "But I've hurt you before. What if I hurt you again?" "You might hurt me"—Izuku places the palm of Kacchan's hand on his chest, over his heart, intertwining their fingers—"and I might hurt you, but we'll pull each other up when we fall down, right?"
"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."
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.
His brain is still a little fried from the transformation and the crazy, infinitesimal chance that his feelings might not be unrequited. He leans in close, their noses centimeters apart, gazing deeply into Kacchan's eyes. "I love you, Kacchan." He leans in, pressing his lips to Kacchan's mouth.
The excuses, the denial, all semblance of logic and reason—they dry up in Kacchan's throat as his eyes flicker between Izuku's face and the rest of his body. "The—You forgot the pillow—" Izuku doesn't have enough rationale left to care about that.
"Don't lie!" Izuku rests one knee on the bed, getting closer to Kacchan, who's curled up against the headboard of the bed with his knees close to his chest. Izuku leans over him, gripping the top of the headboard with both hands, caging Kacchan in with his muscular arms. "Did you really mean it?"