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Jun 28, 2022, 16 tweets

#bkdk, prompt, falling out of love, angst (I mean it!!!)

It wasn't an epiphany of sorts. On the contrary, it was a gradual process.

Still doing the same things when they were burning with passion and even throwing a new exciting activity or two never revived what they once had.

That's when they concluded that their love had ran its course.

It's amusing, really, that despite the noticeable shift in what they have, they were still inexplicably linked.

Maybe that's the reason they decided to confront their feelings on the same plain and unassuming day.

Weirdly enough, it happened on a Wednesday when both their shifts finally permitted them to share a day off.

They were on their ratty couch that they refused to let go off. It was the first piece of furniture they ever bought together for this place. Seven years really

worn it out. But Izuku guesses the poor thing would be put to rest after today.

Both of their eyes were trained on the television while some shitty romance was playing. The greenette was all snuggled up against his boyfriend's chest, as usual. And the blonde's hands are secure

around his waist, like they always are. Though, it doesn't give the usual type of comfort, not grounding nor reassuring like it once was.

/Once was/

Something heavy hangs around the both of them, silently refusing to acknowledge what's long overdue before the heroine on the tv

voices it out.

/Why are we still here?/

And it felt like time stopped when they both find themselves staring into each other's eyes.

A myriad of emotions were shared between them as their slowly glistening eyes start to sting a little.

"You know I will always love you,

right?" Katsuki was the first to break the silence, carefully brushing a thumb over Izuku's freckled cheek to catch a stray tear.

Izuku smiles sweetly at that and Katsuki was certain that it would have flipped his world all those years ago, not make him feel a muted ache in his

chest like it does now.

It seemed like hours before Izuku was able to formulate a reply, trying to steady his wavering voice, perhaps unconsciously basking a little longer in the feeling of his first love's arms around him.

/Why couldn't you be my last?/

Katsuki patiently

waits for Izuku's response, gently rocking him and placating him with gentle kisses on the top of his head.

Izuku let out a shaky exhale before speaking.

"I know. And I will too," he manages to get out before adding a hesitant, "We'll still be in each others' lives, right?"

And Katsuki lets out a strange mix between a sob and a snort, opting to nod his head because he doesn't trust his damn voice right now.

Just the thought of Izuku not being in his life was an incredulous thought. But probably seeing him while he felt so out of reach would

hurt a million times over.

So, yes, they'll still be there for each other. But they would probably need to take some time apart. To heal.

Maybe explore some places not included in the long list of spaces they shared. Probably gain some experiences that wouldn't remind them

remotely of each other. Or maybe even, as far fetched as it seems now, find love and build a home in someone else.

Someone who isn't Deku and someone who isn't Kacchan.

All of that seems impossible. With how intertwined their lives have been throughout the years.

And fate,

with it's impeccable timing, voiced out a thought that strangely brought comfort to the two agonizing lovers.

In the last few minutes of the film, the heroine makes a resounding declaration.

/Maybe it's you and me in another life. But even if it isn't, I'm glad to have spent

a fraction of this one with you./

The television is shut. And the two ended up talking about everything and nothing, savoring their last few moments together before their inevitable end.

And when the sun rises, with the other waking up alone, it hurts a little bit less.

End.

Finally go it out of my system. Wanted smth bittersweet. Not gonna lie, I wanted to be way more descriptive, but writing it in Twitter just makes me want to cut it short. I'm not satisfied with this but I appreciate you reading!

Maybe someday I'll expound on this using AO3.

For now... back to the top

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