Izuku knew his feelings for Katsuki were never destined to be reciprocated. Their story wasn't lined by the stars, and Izuku was okay with that. He didn't /need/ Katsuki to return his affection. It was a want, sure, but he would survive without it.
Then, after graduation, Izuku learned that Katsuki and Eijirou were in a relationship. Six months long, at that. It stung once he found out, but he didn't focus on it. He was newly graduated with an amazing internship opportunity at Endeavor's agency! He'd be too busy anyways.
Fast forward to a few years later, and Katsuki has Izuku seated in his office in Class A's own Agency. Eijirou right by his side. Katsuki wears a smug expression while Eijirou holds the brightest smile imaginable. Izuku's nerves disappear once he understands he isn't in trouble.
Izuku checks his watch and notices he has exactly ten minutes before he needs to be on patrol. He smiles to himself and looks at Katsuki and Eijirou.
"Any particular reason you called me here, Kacchan? Kiri?" Eijirou places a hand on Katsuki's shoulder and squeezes it.
"Midobro, we have a little present for you and a question, if you don't mind," Kirishima was beaming now, excitement glimmering in his eyes.
Katsuki leaned down behind his desk and pulled out a crimson red paper bag. He shoved it towards Izuku, and leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms. Eijirou moved his hand to hold one of Katsuki's, who quickly took it.
Izuku opened the bag to see a bunch of crumpled up tissue paper. He took it out of the bag, his heart racing slightly, and saw a smooth black box. He looked at the two with a confused expression, but they only nudged him to continue. So, he did.
He took out the box and opened it with great care. His heart fell once he read the words on the lid.
/We're Getting Married! 15-7-23/
Tears filled his eyes as he instantly became speechless. He looked at the golden necklace that sat on the prettiest white velvet.
/Best Man/. He looked up at the two, and Eijirou immediately walked over to him.
"Aw, Mido! No need to cry, man!!" Eijirou pulled him into a tight hug, but Izuku hesitated. The tears were rolling down his cheeks and his lips were slighty parted in a disbelieving frown.
"Yeah, /nerd/, no need to get all emotional here," Katsuki had a certain tone to his voice that Izuku couldn't quite place, but he didn't need to. He could see the sinister glint in his eyes and the teasing smirk that sat on his face. It only broke Izuku's heart more.
Eijirou pulled away and walked back to his boyfriend- no, /fiancee/, who had completely changed his demeanor. Katsuki's smile was a sweeter one, and the sparkle in his eyes was filled with happiness and love. Love... A look that Izuku was so goddamn unfamiliar with.
Katsuki cleared his throat and grabbed Eijirou's hand again, "So, nerd, I wanted to ask you something," there was a beat of silence, "Do you want to be my best man?" Izuku's heart /shattered/.
Izuku's heart was pounding. A sob was caught in the back of his throat and his body had stiffened. He didn't know what to think or what to say. Instead, he sniffled and quickly went to wipe away his tears.
"Uhm, yeah! Yeah, I'd love to be your best man, Kacchan. Especially on my birthday..." His voice dropped at the end, the bitterness settling on the tip of his tongue. He was supposed to be excited for Kacchan and Eijirou, not jealous and disappointed.
Katsuki smirked and Eijirou squeezed Katsuki's hand excitedly, "Yes!! Okay, when we figure out specifics for the wedding, like colors and stuff, you'll be first person to know!" It was impossible for Izuku to not smile at Eijirou's ecstatic nature.
"We want you to be as involved as possible, Izuku. Think of it as being part wedding planner part best man. Does that work?" The look in Katsuki's eyes made Izuku ever closer to breaking down right then and there.
But, Izuku agreed to it. He knew this would hurt, but he had other things to focus on, right? He had his hero career, patrols, keeping that brilliant smile on his face. He didn't have time for a relationship or anything. Not at all.
Izuku peered down at his watch and noticed patrol started in less than two minutes. He took a deep breath and stood up.
"I'm really happy for you guys, and I'm really excited to be your best man, Kacchan. I have patrol now, but we can talk more details later."
Izuku turned to leave Katsuki's office, the hidden sob bubbling back up, "Of course, nerd. That's fine by us."
"See ya, Midoriya!"
Izuku shut the door behind him and bolted to the front doors of the agency. He signed out on the patrol sheet at the front desk, and ran out of the building. He needed the nice winter air, he needed the crunch of snow, he needed space from /them/ and someone else.
He pulled his phone out of his hero suit's pocket, and dialed the number he knew by heart. It rang once, twice, three times, before it was finally answered.
"Hey, 'Zuku. What's up? You never call me," The other man's voice was low and rough, and Izuku sniffled again.
"Can you meet me at the farthest coffee shop from Tokyo's northern border? If you have time, of course, I don't want to stress you out or pressure you or anything. You probably are busy, never mind, scratch that, you don't need to come it's okay-"
"IZU! You're rambling."
Izuku stopped talking immediately and looked at the ground. He didn't realize he was crying all over again, "Shit, sorry Touya. I just... Sorry. I can call later, never mind." He heard movement on the other end.
"No, stop it right now. What's going on, Izuku? And, yes, I'll meet ya there. What's going on?" Dabi's voice was filled with such genuine worry it made Izuku's heart clench.
He let out a deep breath and looked up, "Kacchan and Kiri are getting married... On my birthday..."
Silence echoed throughout the line and Izuku was starting to get nervous, "And I'm Kacchan's best man and their wedding planner..."
More silence.
"I'm gonna fucking kill them. Fuck those years of rehab, I'm killing them."
"Touya!! No!! It's fine.." Izuku sniffled and hoped that Touya didn't hear it.
"Now you're crying over him?? No, fuck that, I'm killing him and only him. Katsuki fucking Bakugou can burn in fucking hell for all I care. That bastard thinks that he can get away with breaking your heart? Fuck that shit. He can't do anything if /I/ have a say in it."
Izuku laughed quietly and noticed he was getting closer to the coffee shop, "Kill him after his wedding, if at all. Are you almost to the coffee shop? I'm walking up to it now."
"I may have to kill him earlier than that, Freckles, but I'll try to wait. I'm already sitting down at our usual table and I ordered our coffees. Come on and sit with me so we can continue to plan his demise." Izuku giggled.
The next morning was glorious. Through pastel closed curtains, the sun bled and the blue sky peaked through. Birds were chirping quietly while the leaves rustled in the slight breeze. Eijirou was the first one awake, and he was welcomed with the sweet sight of sleeping Katsuki.
He was cuddled into Eijirou's chest, blonde spikey hair now flat against the satin pillow. His cheeks were flushed pink and his lips were parted just slightly. His skin seemed to sparkle in the morning sun, sending shivers down Eijirou's spine.
He place a gentle kiss on Katsuki's forehead, which made him stir awake. His closed eyes opened and the intense color of crimson red was almost overcome by the intensity of his dilated pupils. Eijirou smiled to himself and kissed Katsuki's forehead once more.
"Good morning, my love," His voice was rough and scratchy, the early morning drowsiness still new. Katsuki smiled in response and moved a hand to cup Eijirou's cheek. He grazed his thumb across it and chuckled.
"Good morning, pretty boy," He pushed up to capture Eijirou's lips in a soft kiss, and Eijirou quickly returned it. His hand found the small of Katsuki's back and pulled him in closer. Their legs were already tangled and their arms were strung across one another.
Once they pulled apart, both boys had a dazed look in their eyes. Eijirou snorted at Katsuki's calm and sleepy expression, then pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. He pushed up on his elbows to sit up and checked the clock.
"We gotta get up, baby. We got work today," Eijirou turned his attention back to Katsuki, who only pressed his face into his pillow.
"Do we have to go? Why can't we just stay here and be lazy all day?" The questions took Eijirou by surprise.
"Whoa, what's up with you, huh? You're usually so ready to get to work?" Katsuki looked back at Eijirou, a different sparkle hitting his eyes.
"I mean, yeah, but why should we get up if I have the most perfect fiancee right here with me? Let's just cuddle, baby. Please?"
Eijirou couldn't say no to that. Well, until his phone started ringing. He quickly grabbed it and answered it immediately.
"Aye, Midobro! What's up? How can we be of service to ya?" Katsuki groaned and rolled his eyes. He flung his arm across his eyes and closed them.
"Oh shit, man, no worries! Do you need us to bring you anything?" That peaked Katsuki's interest. What the fuck happened to the nerd? "Ah, okay! Gotcha! Well, feel better and let us know if you need anything, okay? Sweet! Feel better, man! Bye!" Eijirou ended the call.
"What's up with Deku?" Katsuki moved his arm and sat up straight. He frowned at Eijirou's "kicked puppy" expression, and moved closer to him. He leaned against his side and kissed the bottom of his jaw lightly.
"Midobro isn't going to come in today. He's not feeling well."
Katsuki's eyes widened. Izuku has /never/ missed a day of work solely because he was sick! He's always come in, no matter the illness, "Uhm, shouldn't we still go make sure the dipshit's alive? He always comes in, no matter what."
Eijirou shrugged, "That's what I said.. Apparently he's already got someone at his place taking care of him though. He just didn't say who." Katsuki's eyes narrowed.
/Who the fuck is taking care of Izuku?/
Dabi. The answer's Dabi. Also, Izuku isn't anywhere near being sick. He is perfectly fine. Some may even say on Cloud Nine after yesterday.
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because of all the new followers here! (welcome and thank you for following! i'm so happy you're here! 🥺💕), i'm reintroducing myself!:
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1) i go by May! It isn't my real name, however it is my middle name and it's hella pretty to me! (please don't ask what my real name is. i won't say it <3)
2) if you ask me how old i am, i won't respond with my age. i have had past issues (turned trauma) because i said my age on other social media platforms, so i just don't do that anymore
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Those days where you feel like you simply cannot do anything. It feels impossible to even stay awake, that you simply stay in bed with no motivation to move anywhere else.
Those days where the sun is shining brilliantly through the blinds in your room, but you have no energy to stand and be just as energetic.
Those intrusive thoughts swarm your mind as you lay helplessly in bed, questioning your purpose, why you are alive, why does your life matter if you're so damn worthless. They don't go away, sometimes for one day or multiple, maybe even weeks.
Izuku Midoriya. He is the captain of the cheersquad and is /insanely/ flexible. Labeled 'UA's Sweetheart', Izuku is a hardworker who adores everyone he cones into contact with. He knows his way around the school, and he helps anyone he possibly can.
Katsuki Bakugou. The classic jock who plays nearly every single sport you can even think of. He, to many, is the hottest guy around and the town's most prized basketball player. He is tough and a little bitchy, but he can be a lovely person... On the right day...
izuku who writes poems as a side hobby when he isn't training to be a hero. his poems are lyrical and pretty, always with a smooth flow. some are romantic, some are whimsical, some are painful, some are sad, but they all are beautiful in their own ways.
they all come from the heart. not one of them is written out of spite or anything of the sort. izuku midoriya has a purpose behind writing each poem.
yes, a lot of them are about his own life or his own experiences. sprinkled in there are poems that remind him of his classmates. they may be about them, about a specific trait they possess, or give off the same energy that person does.