"Shouto," Midoriya winces as Todoroki applies first aid treatment on his face which was currently bruised and purple. "why were you there? Didn't I tell you not to follow me—Ouch!"
They were currently sitting in the dining area, a first kit laid on top of the table. Kirishima, Bakugo's close friend, assaulted Midoriya and left him with a rather large bruise on his face. It was an unusual sight to see and a sight Todoroki would never imagine he would see someday. He didn't expect to see it today, either.
"Stop moving and it won't hurt," Shouto continues his ministration with his usual deadpan.
"Sorry," Midoriya lowers his head.
"It's alright. I should be the one apologizing for ruining my promise."
"So why did you follow me?" Deku insisted, not dropping the topic.
"Gut instincts," He replied tersely.
"That's a stupid excuse but okay?"
"I'm serious," He says in a tone that is affirming that he really is. "I guess I have acquired this radar when I feel like the love of my life with getting caught in some sort of trouble again."
"Again?" Midoriya crosses his arms and pouts. "Hey, don't make it sound like it's an everyday occurrence for me to get caught in a brawl! And it wasn't even a brawl, I just gawked at him while he punched me square in the face."
"There, there." Shouto tried to sound soothing but with his usual monotonous tone.
It was as if he was mocking Deku, the green-haired man childishly puffs his cheeks in return. "Mou!"
Shouto chuckles, patting him on the head like a dog being placated.
"So, what's your plan now?"
Midoriya blinks in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Will you plan to contact him again?"
Midoriya looks away bitterly, biting his inner cheek. "I have to."
Shouto, although he looks worried, smiles gently at him. "I'll be there for you all the way, remember that."
Deku tears up as returns the smile, cupping Shouto's face with his large, calloused hands. "Thank you, Shouto, for being supportive. I don't think any other boyfriend would allow me to see my ex."
"It's because you need to. You have a reason to do it, a very important one. I wouldn't approve it if it's a random situation, but if it means setting you free from your past then I will wholeheartedly be there for you.
"I told you, didn't I, that I wanted to meet the past you, the past 'you' that has yet to meet me, the troubled 'you' with all your issues and situation. But before I can meet you eye-to-eye, I know you need to heal that part of you first. The only way for you to do so is to have your closure with Bakugo."
Midoriya leans his face on Shouto's shoulders, his hand tightly grabbing the hem of Shouto's shirt. "Thank you for being so understanding of me and my fucked up past. I love you, and no words are enough to set into amount how much I do."
"The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it," Shouto whispers in reply a line by Soseki Natsume, kissing him on the forehead.
***
Bakugo Katsuki is fidgeting in his seat.
God, imagine that. Him, the Bakugo Katsuki, acting like a high school girl who was just asked out by her crush. Well, you can say that he's something along the lines. You can't fathom how ecstatic he was when he received another text from the love of his life Midoriya Izuku, asking him out to meet him again. I mean, yeah, their first date in a while was a disaster because Shitty Hair was being an asshat but that doesn't matter.
What matters is their date now.
He's so excited to see Deku again, his beautiful, little Deku. It doesn't matter that he disappeared and went MIA for almost a year. He's sure Deku will give him an acceptable explanation later, he might even explain why he was with that creepy half-and-half kid in the café. He looks stupid, like a wannabe hero cosplayer or something.
It doesn't matter. He doesn't matter.
Deku does.
Currently, he's sitting on a bench in the middle of a park near their university. Surrounding him were sakura trees, their petals scattering each time a strong breeze blew. In every direction that he looks, he is greeted by the softness of pink as the petals litter the ground, creating a carpet of sakura in its wake. There was nobody in sight in the park, everything was so quiet and serene. The only sound that accompanies him is the chirping of the birds, seemingly enjoying their stay in the trees.
Katsuki huffed, his breath forming a condensed cloud as he rubbed his hands together.
"Kacchan?"
He perks up, turning around to see the most beautiful eyes of pines that he's oh so familiar with yet it feels so foreign to look at now. Midoriya Izuku offers him a tentative smile (why is he hesitating?) as he walks towards him. He looks beautiful—as he always does, with his green sweater and a black beanie, blue faded jeans and his signature ugly red rubber shoes.
Deku is a sight to behold.
"Hey, Deku!" Shit, he sounds too enthusiastic! He gotta keep his cool or else Deku would think he's too excited and might creep him out.
"Did I make you wait?" He says, sliding onto the bench, and sitting beside him.
"You did," Better.
Deku chuckles, what a nice sound it is. "Sorry about that,"
"None taken."
Good good good good.
Deku seems unsettled, he might be trying his best to hide the worry on his face but Kacchan knows him too well. He's about to say something that Kacchan will not like.
"Kacchan."
"I missed you."