( yeah, izuku being so close is honestly making his heart rate worse but he’ll be damned if he rejects this now. what’s a little chest pain against finally taking his hand?
still gritting his teeth. but eventually, it at least settles down and he can breathe again. god, he —
( green curls rest against his shoulder, and crooked fingers curl into katsuki’s palm. )
breathe with me? in… out…
( he’s not sure what to do… but kacchan looked stressed about what was happening. maybe some deep breathing would help. )
glad i can help.
( chuckle. his gaze lingers on izuku’s hand against his chest, probably a bit longer than is neccessary.
looking away as soon as he realizes he’s been staring. ever so slightly flustered. )
i typically have these little pads that heat up on their own and it helps… but you kinda run warm so. this is helping.
( presses the back of his hand on katsuki’s chest. )
( he’s hesitant to accept help still. that much is obvious. he’s thinking about it. )
..okay.
( still gritting his teeth. this fucking hurts and he’s sick of it. )
“Hah?”
Offended, and trying his damn best not to be loud about it. /He/ knows he looks like ass but nobody’s allowed to say it.
“You cannot be talking, Half ‘n Half.”
ah.
( he does assume that. he has no reason to believe otherwise. he’s avoided looking at footage of the war and nobody’s shown him, so he has no idea what happened.
at a loss for what to do here and mentally kicking himself in the head for it. )
my arms hurt sometimes…
( he doesn’t elaborate. maybe he’ll assume it’s from using them recklessly for one for all. good.
he flexes his hand and it pops absurdly. twists his wrists. the pain keeps throbbing and making him wince. )
( raising an eyebrow. he’s concerned. he’s not good at expressing it however. )
you…okay?
( if he knew how to help, he’d try, foreign as that idea may be. )
( his arm throbs with pain a little and he stiffens. the fucking phantom pains… he unwinds it from around katsuki, tucks it between them against his chest. )
ow ow ow..
( they’ve been hugging for a looooong time. it’s more like katsuki’s holding him now. but he doesn’t want to pull away… )
( so he stays. rubs his back, if only for self soothing. he’s gonna enjoy this, dammit. they may be stuck as friends forever, but there’s this at least. )
( he’s just sitting in comfortable silence, though he got a brief glimpse at the redness of izuku’s face before he buried it in his shoulder.
it’s cute. he probably shouldn’t think that, but the thought pops into his head before he can stop it. )