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“DEKU!”
The last thing Izuku heard when he fell through that portal was Katsuki’s voice, echoing into the void as he fell into nothingness. He remembered a bright light, something horribly chilly.
Snow.
He vaguely remembered being in a field of white nothingness. There was so much snow, for miles and miles. He remembered trudging through it, the cold piercing through his hero suit, wading through the thigh-high amounts of pristine white that’s accumulated.
He remembered the biting cold that nipped even through his hero suit, unrelenting frozen fangs sinking into his skin with each step. Desolation, nothing but the crunching snow under his boots as his body grows numb, giving to frozen kisses nipping its way through him. He remembered giving out, body too exhausted to keep up, and in that moment, he remembered a familiar head of blonde.
“Ka…cchan…” Izuku mutters, before darkness blurs the corners of his vision and he finally succumbs fully to its…oddly warmed embrace.
Even in an unknown snowscape, frostbitten and alone, Izuku can only think of Kacchan. He only wonders if Kacchan is safe, if he’s alright. He wonders what Kacchan is doing right now-
“I’m here.” A voice that sounds suspiciously like Katsuki rings in his ear. There’s something resting on his forehead, warm and damp. Warm…? Odd, shouldn’t he have frostbite by now? He was in the middle of a snowscape, so had he lost all feeling and was just hallucinating the warmth?
A gentle tap on his covered forehead, a huff.
“Still muttering…at least you’re alive.”
Huh?
Belatedly, Izuku realizes that he has a semblance of feeling in his body, though everything feels far too heavy. His eyelids take monumental effort to open, but he finally manages to part them. Blinding light floods his vision, and he winces as he shuts his eyes again, recoiling. His head pound from the onslaught of brightness.
“Open your eyes slowly. Let them adjust.” The gruff voice instructs. While his brain struggles to pinpoint exactly why that voice sounds so familiar, Izuku follows the instruction. He blinks open slowly, to allow his vision to adjust. He’s dizzy, vision blurred around the edges as everything slowly wobbles into focus. He’s staring at a ceiling for…a log cabin? He can’t tell, things still look fuzzy. A dull ache throbs in his head when he thinks too hard. Someone pops into view, the light behind casting shadows over their face.
“Oi. You still here?” The voice asks, and Izuku groans, neck muscles protesting the little head roll to see who it was talking to him. He squints his eyes, the sight of crimson and warmth cutting through shadows. As his vision sharpens with focus, Izuku’s brain clicks the final piece of the puzzle in.
“Kacchan…?” His voice is weak, likely due to the fact that he’s parched, if his scratchy dry throat was any indication. His muscles groan with protest when he forces himself to sit up. A large (very warm) hand helps to steady him, though there’s a grunt of disapproval that follows.
“You need to rest more. Almost froze to death out there.” Kacchan grunts. Izuku chuckles, though it’s immediately followed by coughs. As he tries to catch his breath, Kacchan leaves and returns with a cup of water for him. Izuku drinks it gratefully.
“Kacchan, why are you dressed weird?” Izuku asks, noting the wintry apparel. He knows Katsuki is prone to being cold, but this is a bit much. Kacchan crosses his arms, nodding over to a corner. There, Izuku’s hero accessories lay, organized.
“You’re the one dressed weird. Appearing out of nowhere wearing that flimsy thing.” Kacchan grumbles, waving at Izuku’s hero outfit. He sighs, setting a large hand on Izuku’s head, ruffling his hair.
“Don’t be desperate to throw your life away. Winter is unforgiving.” Izuku can’t help the flush warming his chilled cheeks, swatting the hand away out of embarrassment.
Just then, a loud creak draws Izuku’s attention, and he winces slightly when he turns to look. His eyes widen as another head of messy green hair steps through the doorway, dressed in similar fashion as Kacchan.
“Kacchan, I’ve heated the water for-oh! You’re awake!” Izuku looks at…well, himself. Identical messy mop of dark green locks, identical viridian eyes, though this Izuku seems to be far more mature. His freckles are the exact same, and he even sports the same smile, though this Izuku's smile seems more sagely, sweet. It makes him feel at ease.
Other Izuku laughs, a soft sound like delicate chimes in a soft breeze.
“This must be quite confusing for you too. Seeing as we seem to be mirror copies, I would wager your name is Izuku?” The bundled Izuku asks, and Izuku could only nod dumbly. The entire situation is straight out of a fantasy novel, though he supposes in a world ruled by the superpowered, this is easily achieved.
Izuku finds himself staring at the other Izuku. He’s sweet, but more importantly he’s so pretty . Izuku has never seen himself as someone attractive, but his doppleganger seems to defy his expectations of himself. There’s something so gorgeous about this Izuku that almost makes him…jealous. How foolish.
When other Izuku tilts his head, big green eyes sparkling as he looks to Izuku with such a lovely innocent gaze, it makes embarrassment flare through him thoroughly, like a growing flame in a bonfire. He scratches his cheek, eyes darting down as he gives a sheepish chuckle.
“This might get confusing. I’ll go by Deku to make it easier,” Deku offers. Izuku’s face beams as he smiles, radiating such gentleness it eases Deku immediately.
“Well, I can help wash you while Kacchan prepares dinner and stokes the fire. You must still be terribly cold.” Izuku’s words bring awareness to the chill that still bites into his body. He nods, and Izuku is already by the bed, offering a hand to Kacchan as they both hold Deku steady while he attempts to slide off.
His legs wobble, and strong arms secure him from both sides to prevent any unfortunate mishaps. Once Deku feels secure enough to walk with minimal assistance, Kacchan slips his arm away, giving him a few gentle pats before he leaves the room. Deku notes how he crouches a bit to fit through the door frame. Oh.
Izuku guides Deku through another door. There’s a sitting area not unlike a communal bath in his world, except this is small and private. There’s no tub, just a short and wide drum-like apparatus, but it serves its purpose all the same. Deku blushes when Izuku helps him undress, floundering at the sudden gesture. It earns him a sharp pain from his body, a harsh reminder that he’s not ready to do more than to be helped.
“There is no need to be shy. I’ll avert my eyes, if it helps?” Izuku offers with a little head tilt, and Deku suddenly feels so embarrassed for reacting so negatively.
“I-It’s not you, I promise! I’ve uhm, I’ve recently transitioned, so I’m still getting used to uhm…other people seeing my body.” Deku explains hastily, though he feels Izuku won’t quite understand what he’s referring to. Izuku hums quietly, pouring some hot water into the drum, Deku watching the steam waft as Izuku mixes the bathwater.
“Transition…I am not sure what you mean, but are you happy now, with your body?” Izuku turns to ask with that sweet smile, stoking the flames inside Deku. He ducks his head, though he can’t help the smile that tugs incessantly on his lips.
“I am…” he whispers, a secret between him and himself. He snaps from his daze and pulls off the hero uniform before he goes over to the drum. Izuku offers a small stool for him to step on, and he sinks down into the drum easily, sighing when warm water sloshes over his body, soothing the aching muscles that have been screaming in protest.
A gentle scent wafts from the water, and Deku lets the ripples lap at him, gentle waves washing a sense of relaxation over him. Izuku stands behind him, working some sort of concoction into Deku’s hair that makes him lean into the gentle touch, the slight discomfort of the rim on his neck a distant worry as fingers work magic through his scalp.
“It must have been hard wandering around, lost in such a nasty blizzard. Thank goodness Yuki found you, lest you be a dead man beneath the clutches of the winter mistress. Ah, Yuki is Kacchan’s wolf! He seems really scary, but he’s actually very sweet. Very protective of us! When he first found you, he wouldn’t leave your side until he felt you were brought back here.” Deku nearly flushes at that, feeling so terrible that he’s inconvenienced Izuku and Izuku’s Kacchan so much.
Izuku’s Kacchan. The mention brings a pang to Deku’s heart.
“Is something bothering you?” Izuku asks, voice laced with concern. Deku nearly jumps when he realizes how close Izuku is, but he just shakes his head, eyes peering down to the wobbly reflection of himself in the water, a solemn smile reflected all wobbly back at him.
“It’s nothing.” Deku lies easily, a lie he’s lived and breathed from the time he was a wee toddler. Izuku grows quiet, a sweet hum before he instructs Deku to close his eyes. Warm water is gently poured over his head, repeated until Izuku is satisfied with the cleanliness.
“I don’t wish to pry, so feel free to pretend that everything I’m saying is just my thoughts pouring from my mouth.” Izuku whispers, taking a large fluffy towel to wrap around Deku’s hair, gently tousling it.
“Kacchan and I were never on the best of terms. We’ve had our fair shares of fights, of unions and separations. This cozy life we have now was not served unto us by the grace of the fates. It was something we built for ourselves.” The words seem to strike right through Deku, and Izuku continues.
“Had you seen us when we were freshly presented pups, nobody in their right minds would ever think we’d make lovely mates for each other.” The words have Deku curious, and when he turns around, Izuku is flashing him that soft, warm smile again, and Deku understands.
Love . The sheer amount of unabashed love Izuku is in with Kacchan is irrefutable, and it radiates with such warmth that Deku both admires and envies it. Izuku helps Deku out of the drum, eyes closed but arm opening with a larger towel, offering Deku a hug when he steps forward, allowing Izuku to wrap him with the warm fluffy fabric.
“You will get there. It will be worth the painful journey.” Izuku whispers, wrapping the fabric around Deku to help him dry. Emotions swell violently within Deku, the overbearing longing and the hint of hope breaking the dam that’s held it all back for so long. They flood through his tear ducts, and he lets Izuku embrace him, a hand cradling his face against Izuku’s neck as he takes deep shaky breaths, heaving out sobs until his arms finally flop weakly around Izuku’s frame through the towel.
Izuku rubs gentle circles into Deku’s back, helping him towel off properly. It’s only then that Deku realizes Izuku is also naked, and he does his best to avert his gaze. Still, he notes the minor differences between them despite having near identical builds. For one, Izuku is smaller than him, but no less sturdy. There’s still an alluring deceptive softness that covers Izuku’s well-built frame, which Deku guesses would normally be hidden under layers of clothes for warmth, given the climate here. There are similar scars which run up and down the length of his right shoulder and arm as well, though the scar that draws his gaze the most is actually the one on the left side of his neck, resembling that of a vicious bite. Deku wonders if Yuki had bitten Izuku.
“Ah, my mating mark? That’s how mated pairs bond here.” Izuku speaks, not looking back as he slips on a loose tunic and breeches, before turning with his eyes closed, handing Deku a set of similar clothes.
“How are you doing that?” Deku asks, slipping into the clothes that he realizes are far too big to belong to Izuku. He looks to the other, who only offers that signature sweet smile.
“It’s a secret~ Now come on, we can chat by the fireplace. It’ll help warm you up properly.” Izuku offers nothing more for Deku, leaving him with unsatisfying ambiguous answers as he leads Deku out again to the previous area.
Kacchan is nowhere to be seen, but two cups are set on the log table near the fireplace. There’s cushions and furs lining the seats now, and Deku hears Izuku sigh fondly before dragging him over to the seats.
“Kacchan is so considerate. Here, drink this herbal tea. It’ll warm you from the inside.” Izuku beams, sliding a cup over to Deku. The two sit on the bench together, Izuku showing Deku how to roast the shell of the nuts before cracking them open and eating the seed within. The flickering flames remind Deku of his own Katsuki, but he wills himself not to think of that. Instead he closes his eyes, allows himself to imagine that the warmth from the fire wrapping around him is how it would feel to have his own Kacchan hold him in his arms.
Kacchan returns later with a pot, which he manages to set just so, the iron barely safe from the searing grips of flames. Deku watches as Kacchan stirs with concentration, watches the way he brings the ladle for a quick taste, before he hums, satisfied.
Izuku and Deku are both served first, and Deku digs in like a man starved. The warmth of the broth really spreads through him, thawing him from within.
When Kacchan cleans up, Izuku drags Deku to bed, swaddling them both as they snuggle closer together for warmth. The fireplace bathes the room in a mellow glow, filling it with warmth to fend off the biting chill of the outside.
“Earlier you asked me how I knew what you were feeling.” Izuku reaches from the comfort of the bed in order to grab a jar of…something. Izuku pops the lid open, urging Deku to lift the hem of the tunic, moving away only when his instructions are heeded. Deku can’t hear much save for rustling, but he gasps when something warm and slippery slides across his back. The concoction prickles his skin slightly, little nips and stings, as Izuku rubs it in with gentle circular motions.
“It’s your scent. You’re quite the open book, you know.” Izuku giggles, and Deku just furrows his brows, trying not to think too much about the way this…substance has Izuku’s hands glide so easily over his body.
“My scent?” Deku questions, hiding the strain in his voice as Izuku hums, the sound of the fireplace crackling filling the room as Izuku pauses, and Deku feels him press close, whispered words tickling the shell of Deku’s ear.
“Close your eyes, and take a deep breath. Tell me what you smell.” Deku does his best to focus, but all he can hear is the loud beating of his own heart, and even as he tries to smell, he can’t detect much of a difference. There’s the smell of wood burning in the hearth, the smell of whatever substance Izuku was using…and a subtle sweetness wafting through the room.
“Something…sweet? I don’t get how scents tell you what I’m feeling though.” Deku mutters, and his eyes shoot open when Izuku’s hands move down the sides, spreading the substance and rubbing it in, barely suppressing a shiver as small hands wander over his skin.
“Perhaps you simply cannot smell what we can. You see, a person’s fluctuations in their emotions affect their scents, and we can literally smell what you’re feeling.” There’s weight pressing against his back, and Deku gasps when fingers trail back up his sides, featherlight and teasing .
“Like right now, I can smell how interested you are.” Izuku purrs, but he pulls away, leaving Deku to miss his warmth as he rubs more of the substance into his skin.
“It’s understandable though. Having salve rubbed over your dried skin would rouse reactions from just about anyone.” The soft chuckle accompanying Izuku’s assurances has Deku almost melting from the consideration. But the flames are stoked, and Deku doesn’t quite want to douse it.
It’s not like he can just ask his doppleganger to make out with him because he’s curious , and to top it off Izuku is taken! Mated? Whatever that meant.
So Deku sits here and suffers as silently as his sensitive body will allow. Which, to be honest, is not very, considering the sharp gasps of air he sucks in each time Izuku’s hand slides over a new part of exposed skin, each brush over sensitive spots. Deku shivers bodily, a muffled whine trapped in his throat as Izuku trails his hands down his side again.
“Your skin is still so chilled, maybe I should have Kacchan help rub the salve on. His hands are so warm, you know?” Izuku sighs dreamily, and that little gremlin in the back of Deku’s head is hissing at him for missing such a golden opportunity to sate his nagging curiosity. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Deku turns his head to acknowledge Izuku, trying to ignore his thunderous heartbeats.
“W-would…both of you help me? Warm up, that is.” Oh, he’s said it now, there’s no taking it back. He doesn’t dare look at Izuku for a reaction, wondering if maybe he should leave after all.
A gentle hand cradles his jaw, urging Deku to turn. He complies, shuffling around until his face is cupped by smaller, identical hands, viridian eyes soft and full of adoration directed on him and-
Oh. It knocks the wind clean from Deku’s lungs.
They meet together with a kiss, curious and sweet. Izuku’s face is flushed gorgeously, dusting from the apple of one cheek to the next. The warm glow of the fire casts an ethereal softness upon the other, and Deku can easily see how Kacchan is so enraptured with this Izuku.
“Just let yourself feel…” Izuku whispers between their lips, before meeting in another kiss. They gravitate closer, tangling together, Deku’s lips parting for Izuku’s tongue when they fall against each other, hushed giggles shared between kisses as they explore each other.
“Starting without me, Izuku?”
The door creaks open, heavy footsteps faltering for a moment before they make their way towards the bed. Izuku and Deku both look up to Kacchan, red eyes gleaming with so much desire it makes Deku nearly vibrate with anticipation.
It’s not his Kacchan, but he just wants to pretend for a moment. He wants to live this reality instead, if even for a moment, where Kacchan loves him back. Desires him.
Kacchan strips himself of his own winter wear, and Deku gulps. Sure, Katsuki’s muscles are nothing to scoff about, but this Kacchan is huge . Deku wasn’t small, but this Kacchan easily dwarfs Deku, muscles and scars littering his body as well, testimonies and witnesses of his tribulations. Watching the muscles ripple with movement makes Deku’s mouth water.
Kacchan slips under one of the blankets, sidling up behind Deku as he stretches his legs. Deku watches the way Izuku hums, the way he scoots closer as Kacchan crowds against his back, trapped between two solid bodies.
“Kacchan, why don’t you warm our guest up?” Izuku purrs, and Kacchan huffs, laying himself down before he picks Deku up, settling him so he’s straddling Kacchan’s hips.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” Kacchan grumbles with striking familiarity, but the rumbling in his chest suggests that he’s anything but annoyed. Izuku cups Deku’s jaw, leaning in for another kiss as a large hand rucks up the fabric of his tunic, palm tracing each bump and divot.
Izuku is stripping him of the tunic Kacchan lent him, and Deku shivers as masterful hands slip off the borrowed clothing. Izuku stares at him, emeralds wide as small hands trace his body. Kacchan is beneath him, hands roaming over newly-exposed thighs, thumb dipping against the skin and tracing circles, like he’s observing the differences. Deku swears the scent of spice and sweet caramel, of winter pines and warm fireplace is so much more prominent. Is this what Izuku meant about scents?
"Your scent and body are Omega...but you are built like an Alpha. Most curious! Is this what you meant when you said you have transitioned?" Izuku gasps, fascinated as he traces the planes of each hard-earned muscle, delicate digits brushing over the faint lines of slightly raised flesh of his scars.
"N-no...that's not quite what it-ah-means...I was moreso talking about my physical bod-eek!" The delicate hand is now between his legs, fingers gathering slick easily, like he knows the spots that make Deku see stars. Such an innocent face, but lidded eyes and a mischievous glint in those green orbs as Izuku licks his fingers clean would suggest otherwise.
"Your gender matters not in this world. What matters is Alpha would be more than pleased to keep you warm on his knot." Izuku whispers, leaning close with that sagely smile, and Deku melts the moment their lips touch, an inferno raging through him, all consuming. There's a rumbling purr behind Deku that makes him dizzy with desire.
Kacchan removes the breeches easily, tugging them down and helping Deku out of them while Izuku keeps him occupied. That same dainty hand trails down Deku’s abs, cupping the mound of flesh, warm and slick with arousal. A finger dips delicately between Deku’s leg, a lazy up and down motion while Kacchan watches them both. A low growl starts Deku a bit, whimpering when he feels pressure on his thighs, and Izuku giggles, leaning down to give Kacchan kisses.
Deku watches how easily they kiss, lips and tongue parting and meeting with practiced familiarity, equal parts desire and soft affection for each other, and it makes his heart ache again. Something in his scent must have given him away, because immediately Izuku is on him, purring and chirping sweetly as Kacchan croons something low and gentle. He hates how easily it blanks his mind, how desired he feels when they focus on him like this. He hates how selfish he feels for wanting more.
Two fingers slip inside and Deku gasps as thick, long digits push gently into him, stretching him gently with a hint of hesitance. Two becomes three, and Deku whimpers against Izuku’s lips when there’s a fourth finger slotted against him, stretching him diligently. Izuku trails kisses down Deku’s throat, pressing a kiss to the skin between his pecs, tracing over the scarred flesh before he presses kisses around there too, purring with each bodily shiver Deku responds with.
Warmth engulfs a nipple, and Deku arches into it, groans when Izuku grazes his teeth over the sensitive bud, parting with a deceptively gentle kiss. Between being stuffed by Kacchan’s whole fist now and Izuku’s teasing, Deku feels like he’ll lose his mind before he can even focus on anything.
Too much, too much. But he wants more.
His mind is blanking, legs shaking, and he suddenly loses the breath in his lungs. He finds himself gasping, desperate for a breath, and the deep inhale of oxygen brings a belated realization that he came on Kacchan’s fist. Satiation settles bone deep, body lax and limp, but Izuku holds him up easily, and he whines in protest when the hand is gone , whines again as if they’ll know that he wants to be full again.
They do know; Kacchan holds Deku up, and Izuku is stroking Kacchan’s cock with his own slick, making sure it’s slippery before he lines the head with Deku’s hole.
“Just breathe.” Izuku whispers. Gravity works its magic as the head pops in, Deku sucking in a sharp breath as he slowly sinks down the length. Izuku distracts Deku with trailing kisses against his jaw, tongue flicking behind the shell of his ear and tracing the bit of sensitive skin there when Deku finally sits fully on Kacchan’s cock. Izuku trails a hand down to Deku’s stomach, petting over the little bump over the normally flat plane of his tummy, purring as he traces the outline. Kacchan grunts under them, and Deku groans when he feels the way his cock twitches so deep inside.
“Are you feeling warmer, Deku?” Izuku purrs, featherlight touches gliding up his torso, flicking over a nipple, the pads tracing over the scars again, such reverence it makes them ache so nice . Warmth isn’t an issue anymore, Deku feels like he’s melting from the inside out, from the heat of Kacchan stuffing him to the heated touches Izuku constantly trails all over his body.
“So gorgeous, so so beautiful. Alpha warms you so well, doesn’t he?” Izuku purrs, knelt over Kacchan’s chest to face Deku.
“Izuku.” Kacchan’s deep voice is a bit breathless, rough with desire. Kacchan opens his mouth, tongue lolling out. Izuku trembles slightly, crawling backwards until he positions his pussy above Kacchan's mouth.
“You don’t have to-aah!” Izuku’s words are cut short when Kacchan removes his hands from Deku, wrapping around Izuku’s waist and pulling him down, tongues between slicked lips as he eats Izuku’s pussy like a man starved. Deku watches as Izuku’s thighs bracket Kacchan’s head, his own head thrown back when hot hands return to his waist and bounces him on Kacchan’s cock. Arousal seeps from his core each time Kacchan pushes in, cock too big not to brush past that sweet spot each time he’s fucks into Deku. Izuku’s also a mess, hips grinding down on Kacchan’s face with filthy slurps and squelches.
The fire’s warmth is nothing compared to this heat between the three of them, where pleasure oozes its sticky tendrils pleasantly through Deku’s body, molten lava burning everything in its path. Deku leans forward to capture Izuku’s lips, teeth and tongue, a bit sloppy but oh so good as fingers trail over each other’s bodies.
Deku feels it then, the way Kacchan grows even bigger inside him, how it seems to tug his walls a bit each time the blonde pulls out. Each thrust seems more erratic than the last. Deku feels Kacchan’s thumb flicking his cock, feels Izuku’s blunt teeth graze the sensitive area on his neck and sinks a soft bite against it. His mind blanks and he gushes , making a mess between shaking his legs and Kacchan’s thighs. He feels Kacchan’s cock in his throat when there's one, two strong thrusts, and something pops inside. Kacchan’s seed fills him, hot as it gushes in a steady stream, like it wants to brand his insides. He doesn’t think he’d mind at all.
Distantly, he registers the wet sounds across from him, lethargic eyelids blinking blearily as he watches Izuku’s body arch, squirting all over Kacchan’s face, watching as the Alpha slurps everything eagerly.
Ah, his body feels heavy. It’s overwhelming, the dizzying scents from Kacchan and Izuku, the warmth of the fire warding the biting chill of winter, the heat from the two bodies surrounding him, inside him, and that heavy satiety that makes him feel simultaneously heavy yet weightless. Everything sounds muffled, like he’s sinking underwater, but he faintly registers Izuku’s words as his eyelids become far too heavy to lift.
“You’ll get there. The journey will be worth it.”
The blackness blurring the edge of his vision finally takes over fully.
Nothingness. He feels like he’s sinking, or floating, he’s not sure which it is. Distantly, there’s clamoring somewhere, and the faint smell of sterility registers in his dulled senses.
“--u..--ku…”
“Izuku…”
Izuku moves towards the voice, so lovingly tinged with the lightest brush of longing. Someone calls for him with such yearning, and Izuku slowly surfaces.
“Izuku, wake up…please.”
Ah, his eyelids feel so heavy. He struggles to lift them, wincing when even the smallest beam of light slips into his vision. Too bright. He remembers a distant piece of advice, though he can’t recall where from.
‘Open your eyes slowly. Let them adjust.’
Something shields most of the blinding rays from burning his retinas when he slowly blinks open, giving his eyes time to adjust. A familiar shadowed figure hovers in his unfocused vision, giving him an odd bout of deja-vu as he squints. His eyes sharpen the image as it finally starts to adjust, and through the shadows, familiar carmine orbs come into view, eyebrows pinched as Katsuki looks down at him. His head throbs, and his eyes burn with the sting of forming tears.
“Fuck…You asshole, I thought you were dead!” Katsuki hisses, and he leans down to hold Izuku close. His body is too sluggish, too weak to lift his leadened limbs, but he puts monumental effort to raise his arms and flop one over Katsuki’s shoulder, heart full and wanting to soar right out of his chest.
Kacchan misses me.
Kacchan was worried.
There's silence in the room, but it isn’t awkward as Izuku anticipated. It’s comfortable, words not needed to acknowledge what Izuku can feel. Katsuki removes himself, pushing Izuku’s hair away, gentle fingers carding his bangs from his forehead…and headbutts Izuku with alarming force. Izuku can only whine softly, wincing, but he can’t curl up to nurse the pain, not when Katsuki rests his forehead with Izuku’s.
“Welcome home, idiot.” Oh, Izuku’s heart could burst from all the fondness. Whether or not Katsuki will ever see him in that way, Izuku knows the amount he cares for Izuku is monumental. That nothing in the world can ever replace, not even alternate universe Kacchan.
“Mmn. I’m home, Kacchan.”