28 I'd Run Till The End Of Time For You

Izuku didn't know how long he ran around aimlessly, trying his hardest to find Kacchan. Subconsciously, he ruled out the places that Kacchan wouldn't have gone, leaving him a plethora of places he might have instead. Izuku tripped over his feet in his haste, sending him tumbling down onto the ground. He blinked away the pain, discarding it without a second thought.

He hurriedly stood up, a sense of panic filling him at allowing Kacchan to have the thought they weren't bonded anymore. Wait. He mentally slapped himself. What was he doing? Why the hell was he not using his bond with Kacchan to track him down. He had partially blocked away the feelings he received from the bond, forcing it to the back of his mind.

He took a breath to calm himself down. Slowly, the green-haired teen pushed away the various other Auras in the area, letting his subconscious fall back onto the bond that was the most important to him.

Izuku jerked like he'd been shocked. Horror suddenly burst forth at what he'd done to Kacchan. The feelings that he thought were his own were mirroring and reflecting what Kacchan was feeling, his own feelings feeding off Kacchan's feelings.

The grief, devastation, anxiety and the sense of loss. Everything he'd been feeling, Kacchan had been feeling too. Kacchan's feelings were pure and unadulterated in intensity, just like his explosive personality. He wasn't sure if it was because it was Kacchan, but since his Quirk had mutated, or maybe grown, he realized that Kacchan's feelings were just much more potent than most regular people's.

Izuku stumbled over his feet again, any grace he might have gained during those ten months went straight out the window. He ran in the direction the bond was leading him, praying hard that Kacchan hadn't been running when he left. If Kacchan left his sphere of sensing, then how would he manage to find him?

A sense of desperation was steadily building up with him. He wanted to go back in time and slap himself for letting those words out just thirty minutes prior. Tears pooled in his eyes as he felt the feelings that Kacchan was feeling too. He should have just died ten months ago. Maybe then, Kacchan would still have some semblance of happiness.

Izuku searched desperately, single-mindedly running in the direction of where he could feel the bond. He could have broken into tears when he caught sight of Kacchan's back. Immediately, the green-haired teen launched himself at the other's back.

"Kacchan," he cried out, not giving the blonde any time to react before the two of them collided and tumbled to the floor.

The blonde seemed stunned, staring blankly into the sky before quickly trying to detach himself from the other teen. He looked away from the green-haired teen, hurriedly scrubbing his face as best he could before trying to glare at him.

"What do you want? We don't have anything to do with each other now that the bond isn't there," he said, voice coming out oddly subdued.

Izuku struggled to hold back the tears, realizing that the blonde's eyes, as well as his nose, were red, presumably from crying. He gripped Kacchan's hands in his, feeling the sadness and heartbreak the other was projecting in his Aura, feeling his own heart break into little pieces. How could he have done this?

Kacchan tried to pull away from him, trying to stand up. Izuku gripped his hand tighter, pulling him back down. The blonde landed with a whump.

"What the hell, Izuku?" Kacchan said, his voice lacking the sharp, familiar heat that had been present during their middle school days. Now, he just sounded defeated, though he was trying to hide it well.

The blonde tried to put up a tough front, keeping his emotions from surfacing on his face, but Izuku could feel the unhealthy cocktail of negative emotions emitting from the blonde.

"Kacchan, don't go," he murmured, clutching onto the other's hand.

Katsuki's brows furrowed. He started and stopped, feeling like he wanted to say something, but there was nothing that came out. All he felt now was depressed and hurt. Why was it so hard to let go? He knew this was better for Izuku, and he really was trying his best, but why? Why? Why was Izuku coming after him? Why was he making this harder than it had to be?

"I have to go home," he said at last, trying to pull away from his…ex-boyfriend? Is that all they were now? Tears sprung to his eyes at the thought, the feeling was sharp and agonizing. He felt like he couldn't breathe.

Izuku let out a sob. "Wait, Kacchan, don't go. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Katsuki grit his teeth, not sure what the other was talking about. "What are you talking about? I'm the one who's sorry, okay? I'm sorry I took your first kiss, your first love. You should have been with someone who would love you how you deserve to be loved, but instead, you're stuck with me," he said self-deprecatingly.

Katsuki teared up at the ever-present thoughts that Izuku was too good for him. There was no way that Izuku loved him even without the bond. Who would love someone like him? Someone who had bullied, had hurled sharp insults, had given bruises, cuts and burns. Life wasn't a fairy tale. Reality hurt.

"I'm sorry," Izuku cried, breaking down in front of Kacchan. Why was he so weak? He couldn't even keep his own emotions in check. Kacchan was hurting, and all he was doing was hurt him even further.

"I – the bond wasn't broken, like I said back in then. It wasn't. I still love you as much now as I did back when I was only four. Please, please don't go."

Izuku trembled inwardly when he felt Kacchan go so very still. It was unlike how he'd ever felt him before. His heart was pounding hard. This could all go very wrong. But he would accept whatever came his way as a way of atonement. Then, he felt the blossom of hurt that welled up within Kacchan, and if he thought what Kacchan was feeling before was bad, this was a hundred times worse.

"Why?" came a quiet voice.

Kacchan was never quiet. It just wasn't in his nature. Izuku's heart broke a little further when he realized he was the one who did that.