[Deku was not avoiding him. If anything, he was doing the polar opposite. He'd been yearning for some contact from his friends, but in his rush, everything had gone too fast, come too fast.
He had just cooked his mother's dinner, and was in the middle of cleaning the house when he got the call. He was in the middle of his--what, third, fourth wind? Teetering on the border between exhausted and deliriously awake, he was dusting and cleaning the floor at a manic pace, having only slept an hour the night before because of a villain attack and his shift had run late.
His Mom needed things at a certain time or else her stress level would go up due to worry. And if she worried, her heart would get worse, and if her heart got worse...
Izuku wasn't going to handle that. Until the meds kicked in, and things started getting better...he couldn't be unvigilant. He'd even opted to putting concealer under his eyes to hide the bags during the day, and put on bits of makeup (it's nice what all those photoshoots teach you, isn't it?) to fool his mother into thinking he was fine.
He wasn't fine.
Seeing Kacchan's name on his phone showed that.
...
Fuck. He hadn't talked to him in days. He was probably pissed. What was he even going to say, what was he going to do?
Face the music. That's what he had to do. What, he wasn't a coward. He hadn't talked to his friends in days, ignored Ochaco's texts, and even declined calls from his friends (he was in the middle of something, he had to do something, he had to talk to the doctor, his mother needed help--) when they called.
But Kacchan? He didn't call. He hadn't called once.
His finger touched the button before he even could stop himself, and his voice seemed okay to those who didn't know him, but he was exhausted, possibly even sick:]
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He had just cooked his mother's dinner, and was in the middle of cleaning the house when he got the call. He was in the middle of his--what, third, fourth wind? Teetering on the border between exhausted and deliriously awake, he was dusting and cleaning the floor at a manic pace, having only slept an hour the night before because of a villain attack and his shift had run late.
His Mom needed things at a certain time or else her stress level would go up due to worry. And if she worried, her heart would get worse, and if her heart got worse...
Izuku wasn't going to handle that. Until the meds kicked in, and things started getting better...he couldn't be unvigilant. He'd even opted to putting concealer under his eyes to hide the bags during the day, and put on bits of makeup (it's nice what all those photoshoots teach you, isn't it?) to fool his mother into thinking he was fine.
He wasn't fine.
Seeing Kacchan's name on his phone showed that.
...
Fuck. He hadn't talked to him in days. He was probably pissed. What was he even going to say, what was he going to do?
Face the music. That's what he had to do. What, he wasn't a coward. He hadn't talked to his friends in days, ignored Ochaco's texts, and even declined calls from his friends (he was in the middle of something, he had to do something, he had to talk to the doctor, his mother needed help--) when they called.
But Kacchan? He didn't call. He hadn't called once.
His finger touched the button before he even could stop himself, and his voice seemed okay to those who didn't know him, but he was exhausted, possibly even sick:]
Ka...cchan?