[He had expected...something. He wasn't sure what, but when he saw Kacchan's eyes on his, and the way he stopped, Izuku had braced himself, waiting for the inevitable.
He'd followed -- it was an ingrained habit at this point, born of years upon years of practice.
He waited.
For what?
An explosion? Even Kacchan wouldn't yell at him when his mother was laid out, but Izuku had no excuses. He knew he'd fucked up, and that he should have told someone, or at least told him, and he would talk to everyone later--
--but then he was grabbed by the front of the shirt, he was pulled closer, and then wrapped in the most awkward hug he'd ever been in in his life. Kacchan's arms were stiff, his back was straight, and his hands patted him in the single most stiff way he'd ever been patted in his life.
He wasn't sure if his heart mended or broke in that moment.
Both. It both mended and broke and he didn't even need to think. He wrapped his arms around Kacchan's waist, gripped the back of his shirt, and pulled him close, closer, closest--
He was shaking, but he didn't care. Kacchan was warm, hugging him, and he could let go for just a moment, he could be that scared little boy for just a few minutes, could let himself go...]
Kacchan...I'd never.
[There was a bit of wetness in his voice, though he wasn't quite crying yet.]
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He'd followed -- it was an ingrained habit at this point, born of years upon years of practice.
He waited.
For what?
An explosion? Even Kacchan wouldn't yell at him when his mother was laid out, but Izuku had no excuses. He knew he'd fucked up, and that he should have told someone, or at least told him, and he would talk to everyone later--
--but then he was grabbed by the front of the shirt, he was pulled closer, and then wrapped in the most awkward hug he'd ever been in in his life. Kacchan's arms were stiff, his back was straight, and his hands patted him in the single most stiff way he'd ever been patted in his life.
He wasn't sure if his heart mended or broke in that moment.
Both. It both mended and broke and he didn't even need to think. He wrapped his arms around Kacchan's waist, gripped the back of his shirt, and pulled him close, closer, closest--
He was shaking, but he didn't care. Kacchan was warm, hugging him, and he could let go for just a moment, he could be that scared little boy for just a few minutes, could let himself go...]
Kacchan...I'd never.
[There was a bit of wetness in his voice, though he wasn't quite crying yet.]