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. )
( 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. )
( 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. )
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. )
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. )
( usually he’d give some snarky comment. reject the accusation altogether. but he doesn’t. deep down he knows it’s true, but he doesn’t want to focus on that right now. )
hmph.
( such a stupid, half-asses response, but all his other ideas are…not nice and not what he wants. )
( izuku doesn’t move, cracks a smile at the comment that starts amused and ends incredibly fond. )
yeah, i know. you like it anyways.
( teasing tone. )
…you’re weird.
( shit. that came out meaner than he meant it to. again. trying to find a way to save his ass. last thing he wants is to push izuku away again. )
that’s not a bad thing though.
( delicately lays his head on katsuki’s shoulder. )
you’re one of my favorite people, y’know that?
( actually his most favorite. but again, taking that to the grave. )
…okay.
( he’s bad at talking. all his words come out angrier than he wants them to. he comes across meaner than he intends to be most of the time.
he’s working on that, though. )
no… i don’t want to.
( they almost died. he doesn’t want to hold back things he wants to say if he can help it. )
( unless they could change things, like the giant fucking feelings he has for katsuki. that’ll go with him to the grave. )
you shush.
( he says, but it’s just because he’s embarassed. he doesn’t mean it. physical contact’s always difficult. tightening his hug slightly anyway. )
( he pauses for a moment, enjoying the deep pressure he’s feeling before hugging katsuki back— though not as tightly. )
i can’t remember the last time we hugged.. this is so nice.
( he’s there in a matter of minutes. wrapping izuku in a hug asap. he’s never the one to initiate anything so this is weird for him, but that doesn’t matter right now. )
there.