Chapter 4

                                    

                                          
KATSUKIS POV
Two years. Two. Damn. Years. Class 1-A is now class 3-A. The sleep deprived brainwasher replaced that stupid purple grape at the beginning of our second year. Shinsou and kaminari are a thing. So are Uraraka and Iida, Jirou and Yoayorozu are very happy together. Ojiro and Hagakuregot together near the end of first year. and... Eijiro and I. We only got together six months ago. It was around the same time everything got back to normal. 
It took almost eight months for the class to even smile again after... he went missing; it took me about a year. People know not to bring it up around me. It's a sensitive topic, and I can never have a normal conversation about him. Almost everybody thinks he's dead. Only a handful of people have hope, but that doesn't make their theories any better. Uraraka believes that he's alive, Tsuyu and Todoroki think that he ran away, Eraser and All-might think that he's been kidnapped. As for myself, I hope tha- 
"Katsu? You okay?" Eijiro... right. "I'm fine, Eij." His face is one of uncertainty, but he continues his homework nonetheless. I had known long before he confessed to me that he had feelings. He cares so much for me. Eij's helped me through a lot these past six months. Even before that, he's always treated me like I was anybody else, not like a bomb waiting to go off. At first, the only reason I 'reciprocated' his feelings in the first place was to get my mind off of him. Things didn't go as planed. That stupid toothy grin and his stupid weird hair got the best of me. 
                          
FLASHBACK TO KIRI'S CONFESSION KATSUKI'S POV
                          
Why in the world did Mr. Shark Tooth over here want to talk to me about? And under a stupid sappy cherry blossom tree too. Ugh, let's just get this over with so I can go sleep. "Alright Weird-Hair, what do you so desperately NEED to tell me?!" His face slightly falls and his eyes trail off to the side. "Well y'see. Uhhh. Okay so. Ummm-" "Just spit it out." Okay maybe that was a little rude. He sighs and his eyes finally meet my own, "Katsuki Bakugo, I think you're the most amazing person out there. You're strong and talented and you never give up. What I'm trying to say is you started out as an inspiration to me, that grew into friendship and now I'm hoping something more. Katsuki, will you be my boyfriend?" As those last few words are said, he looks away and squeezes his eyes shut; like he's expecting me to get mad or refuse him. "Yes." "W-what?!" Ugh, red heads. "I said, 'yes.'" His face morphs through several different emotions, confusion and shock, before it turns to pure happiness. Leaving no time to spare, he envelopes me in a great big hug. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" That's all he's repeating, over and over. Slowly but surely, my arms rap around his torso to return the embrace. "Of course... Kirishima." He stops and looks me dead in the eye, "Kiri-shima? You just said... Kirishima. Not  Weird-Hair or Shark-Boy; you called me Kirishima!" He looks so happy, "That's your name, isn't it?" Maybe he'll be a good distraction. Maybe with 'Kirishima' I can stop thinking about him. 
                          
BACK TO NOW KATSUKIS POV
                          
My plan kinda backfired. I fell head over heels for Eijiro Kirishima.  Suddenly, Ashido bursts into the room, "GUYS, GUYS, GUYS! THERES A VILLAIN ATTACK! ALL HANDS ON DECK! LETS GO!" Wait... what did she do just say?! Villain attack?! "Eij, let's go." We don't have time to go back to school to get our hero costumes, so we run out of my dorm in just our casual clothes and bolt it outside. 
Just as the pink girl had said, there were villains everywhere. Well maybe not everywhere, they seem to be keeping to the school grounds. It also kinda looks like they're trying to keep the civilians out of this. Without anymore hesitation, we rush to the others who seem to be struggling. Eij goes to help Kaminari and I find myself in the middle of chaos with Todoroki and Sero. After a few minutes, it seems like we're about to win the fight. Sero has taped up that crazy blood obsessed chick, Todoroki is in the middle of freezing the blue flame dude, and I just sent the lizard looking thing with swords, flying. 
"Okay guys, let's we if any others need help. Maybe after we can-." Todoroki stops talking. He seems to be staring at something in the distance. "What is it Icy-Hot?!" He doesn't answer. All he does is lifts a finger and points out in front of himself. I follow the direction of his finger for a few meters but freeze. No. That can't be. My eyes are playing tricks on me. It's probably that blood crazy chick who can turn into others- She's tied up. No. Out on the 'battlefield' stands a guy around our age. Somewhat buff but not too much. He's shorter than me. His hair is green along with his eyes. And... he's got some stupid freckles on his face. This can't be real. Deku?!
I can't move. I'm too shocked. I haven't seen him in two years. We were on a train. No, we were coming home from school. He fell asleep on me on the train. We walked together until the turnoff to my street. I let him go home alone. He went missing because I didn't walk him all the way back home. Why is he here. It doesn't look like he's in danger. The only other person who's seen him is Todoroki. His hair, his eyes, his freckles, his expression. Where's his smile? That oh-so beautiful Izuku Midoryia smile. His face is blank of emotions. 
What if... if I could just, "Deku.." it came out as just a whisper. "Deku," a bit louder that time. "DEKU!" He seems to snap out of a trance and just stares at me. His mouth moves but I'm too far away to hear anything he says. His mouth stops moving and he drops. Just falls to the ground like a sack of potatoes. My movements aren't controlled, they just happen. Before I know it, I'm dashing to his side. He's still breathing, that's good. It's all happening so fast, I was just standing beside my classmates, and now I'm dashing to recovery girl with a passed out Deku on my back; whom I haven't seen in two years. 
I guess I zoned out because I've already placed Deku on a bed and recovery girl is asking me what happened. "He... uh... he uh just fell over." She just hums in response and gives his head a big 'Ol smooch. How isn't she as shocked as we were. Maybe she's just good at hiding it. She leaves and tells me to let her know when he wakes up. I just stare. I can't believe it. After two years and I find him in the middle of a vilain attack. Where was he all this time? What happened when I left him that afternoon? Why is back now? These questions flow through my brain in a never ending cycle. I can't do anything except sit the bedside chair and wait. 
                          
ONE HOUR LATER 
                          
He hasn't woken up yet. His breathing is steady and he looks a little less pale. I forgot how perfectly imperfect his hair was; the way it's messy but cute. I forgot how cute his stupid freckles were dusted over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose; even the four on each side that stood out from the rest. I forgot is small, pink lips and how his nose was just the right size. I forgot his long eyelashes and his beautiful green eyes. I forgo- wait. Green eyes. They're... open. "I-Izuku?!" Slowly, his head turns towards me,
                          
"...kacchan.?."