14 Kacchan Makes A Burrito
"Izuku?" he called out.
Izuku's eyelids fluttered a little, but the rest of him remained motionless.
Katsuki sighed inwardly, the worry in his heart subsiding a little. He wasn't sure if he was happy that Izuku was unconscious again or not. On one hand, he wouldn't be able to feel the pain of his healing. On the other hand, seeing him like this surrounded by white walls and the white bed reminded him all too much of his prone form months prior.
They let him bring Izuku back home on the premises that Izuku was his childhood friend.
The UA staff gave them a ride back to his house, bringing them all the way back to his front door. Don't think he didn't know that they were making sure he really was Izuku's friend, even knocking on the door to greet his mother.
He knew what they were doing, and he was partially grateful, as well as really fucking pissed. Did they really think he would just abduct another teenager in broad daylight? At the fucking Hero Academy Entrance Exam no less. Idiots.
Katsuki snorted and entered the house without giving a second glance to the lady behind him, carefully cradling his soon-to-be boyfriend, trudging up the stairs to his room.
He looked down at the green-haired teen that was still in the grips of unconsciousness. Picking up Izuku had been a shock. He was a lot heavier than he had been ten months ago. He looked the part too.
He'd struggled slightly back in the medical room, picking up Izuku, before he got used to the weight. Katsuki refused to allow anyone else to take care of Izuku when he knew he could do it perfectly fine himself. As if he would allow someone else to cop a feel, he thought to himself.
His new muscles didn't look very pronounced while he had his clothes on, but Katsuki could still tell, considering how much thinner Izuku had been ten months ago. He filled out his uniform now, when instead it had been rather loose before. Katsuki had caught sight of the way the uniform sleeve had stretched during some of Izuku's movements.
Katsuki blushed, pushing away the thoughts, feeling slightly guilty he was ogling Izuku while he was still unconscious.
He shifted his weight, opening the door. Katsuki toed off the blanket on his bed before placing Izuku down gently onto the mattress.
His arms twinged slightly, not used to carrying that much weight. He looked at Izuku, feeling worry that he was still unconscious and not waking up.
Katsuki sat down on the edge of the bed, pressing down the worry, reassuring himself that Izuku was fine. He was fine, not hurt anymore, and wasn't in any grave or mortal danger, so he should calm the fuck down and not continue worrying like a fucking plebeian, okay?!
The blonde teen scowled and ruffled his hair furiously. He clearly knew that Izuku was already fine, why the fuck was he still dawdling like this over the fact that Izuku had been hurt slightly? It hadn't looked that bad, honestly, and Recovery Girl told him that he'd just overworked himself, with just a couple of broken bones that had been fixed already.
Katsuki grit his teeth, feeling the irrational irritation bubble up. Why was he feeling this way?
In the midst of his anger and worry, he felt a slight tug on his shirt. He whipped around, losing his balance in the process. He sat down heavily on the floor, eyes shooting to Izuku's face.
"Izuku?"
He felt strangely reassured at the slurred "Kacchan" that emerged from Izuku's lips. When Izuku's eyes slipped close again, he felt a brief flare of panic before he realized he was just sleeping.
Katsuki huffed, brushing fingertips down Izuku's slack face. He snatched his hand away, feeling mortified at his actions.
Well, what the fuck ever. At least there was no one around.
He was suddenly hit hard with the urge to protect this existence slumbering in his bed. His hands itched to keep Izuku safe from the outside world, and any moronic Villians, so he did what any other sane person would have done.
He grabbed the thick winter blanket that he'd tossed aside earlier, feeling somewhat pleased with the weight. He'd complained when the old hag bought it, saying it would keep him warm, when she obviously knew that with his body temperature he could probably go running naked in the snow, and he'd never catch a chill, but now he couldn't be more pleased.
He only kept it because it was the same color as Izuku's hair, and she probably knew it. Devious old hag.
He bundled Izuku up, rolling him into the blanket. The green-haired teen didn't even stir at his actions, deeply asleep.
Katuski got onto the bed, feeling oddly reassured and pleased. He tugged the bundle of green closer to him, pressing against the comforter. Izuku smelled like a mix of mint and rain, cool and refreshing. He nuzzled Izuku's hair, throwing a hand over the thick bundle.
Having Izuku in his arms again was like a balm to his soul. It washed away the stress and worry that had been haunting him since that day ten months ago. He felt like the world had slowed to a stop, and he didn't mind at all. It gave him a strange feeling. He wasn't sure what to call it, but he liked it.
He thought about how he spontaneously had his first kiss with Izuku in front of a whole crowd of people. He thought about how soft the other's lips were, how much stronger he had become, both physically and mentally. Katsuki's face burned red. So fucking embarrassing, but at least no one would try to put their hands on Izuku.
He buried his hot cheeks on the soft green, taking solace in Izuku's presence. As he breathed in Izuku's natural scent, his eyelids grew heavier. He struggled against them, wanting to continue basking in the feeling, but months of sleepless nights had left him fatigued. His thoughts grew increasingly sluggish.
He'd protect Izuku no matter what.
His breathing evened out.
