[PSL -- For Superchill] -- Confrontation
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thunderingpeace[It had been a week since that time in Kacchan's apartment. A week since the kiss, a week since they'd had breakfast together, and a week since they parted on an almost too-casual note, Izuku walking out the door ahead of his friend so as not to embarrass them both.
Also, to...well. To give Kacchan some room. Some breathing space.
Because they weren't anything, not really. Friends? Definitely. Lovers? Possibly someday. They'd definitely enjoyed kissing each other, and spooned each other when they slept for fuck's sake. Izuku had wanted something more, but Kacchan needed time, and he was perfectly willing to give him time.
No. Really. Don't give him that look. Just because he'd had a rocking dumpster fire of a romantic life before this didn't mean that he was going to make this go in flames because of his own awkwardness and thirst.
And then...well. One thing led to another.
Specifically, his mother happened. She'd collapsed one day while at work -- after Izuku graduated, she'd taken to working again in order to fill the gaps left by her son's absence, and her own loneliness -- and he'd left immediately to go and see her.
Her heart was weak. They weren't sure if it was her weight, the anxiety of having her son out of the house and her husband overseas, a deeper issue, or a combination of all of them, but couldn't do as much as she used to. She needed help.
Izuku had jumped at the chance. Taken strange hours -- mostly graveyard shift -- and had to cancel his social plans so that he could be with his mother during the day, work at night, and get what little sleep he could before he had to wake up and do it all over again.
This went on for a week.
He hadn't texted or called anyone. He hadn't had the time. He had to talk to his superiors to switch his hours, he had to commisserate with the doctor about his mother's medications and how long she would need to be supervised before she could start living independently again (his father hadn't even been contacted -- but Izuku had enough issues with his father, and really didn't want to think about him right now), had to start putting aside money for both her rent and his, had to move himself into his old room with the too-tiny, uncomfortable bed and always made sure to keep the door open in case she needed him.
He was a wreck.
His eyes were sunken in, he'd only eaten the bare minimum that he needed to function, and while coffee and energy drinks got him through his shift with minimal effort, he knew he wasn't at the top of his game. He'd planned on telling someone, really, but he didn't want to make anyone worry until he was settled, and by the time things started rolling he was so caught up in the wave that he couldn't stop.
He shook when he woke up, some days, and had to force himself to stop the exhausted tremors. His two off-days a week were the only days when he could sleep, but it was restless and short, so he spent his time working out or taking extra hours at the agency just to fill the time.
He missed everyone.
Most of all, he missed Kacchan.]
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Date: 2018-09-21 03:20 am (UTC)Like, yeah. This was weird. It was Kacchan, and it was far beyond anything he'd ever done with another guy, but this was also Kacchan, the man who'd had to deal with the sobbing aftermath of his attempts to watch a horror movie behind his mother's back to impress the other kids who made fun of him when he was three. He'd seen him in far weirder states than in mid-arousal for goodness' sake.
Or in the midst of, as Kacchan so eloquently put it, 'kissing and stuff'.
He couldn't help but blush at the 'not in front of your Mom' comment, though.]
I--I wouldn't do something like that in front of Mom! That's just--No.
[A pause. His posture was more relaxed, at least; shoulders fluid and nowhere near as tense and squared as they were earlier.]
And uh. Thanks. For everything.
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Date: 2018-09-22 11:36 am (UTC)He's definitely seen Deku in far weirder states. He's pretty sure they both have, at this point.]
I'm just saying. Feels weird doing it even just knowing she's around, like...
[He trails off, then glances toward the stairs.]
She could be listening right now. Watching us. Just waiting.
[Which might sound ridiculous, but it could be true! Anyway, it's not like they're going to have sex on the counter. He's not thinking about that anymore. But he does want to rid Deku of the awkwardness somehow, so despite his words, he goes over to him and leans in, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. Nothing intense, nothing more than a chaste kiss, because he likes Deku, and because he wants to.]
No problem. I'll cook another meal that'll last a couple days tomorrow, too, and make sure everything is set for when you go back to work.
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Date: 2018-09-23 05:21 am (UTC)Izuku shivered, and not in the good way. The thought of his mother hearing things, seeing things that he did in private made parts of him tighten that he didn't think could, and it was almost as mortifying as the notion of All Might walking in on them.
Oh God, he would never make out with Kacchan within even a single building as All Might for as long as he lived, because holy hell he didn't want to have to live with that mortification. It was bad enough that his mother knew he was a growing man with growing man needs--
--Oh God, what if All Might and his mother found them together? At the same time? Watching them with the judging, ever-sympathetic gazes of mortified but knowing parents?!
Welp, libido, it was nice knowing you, but you're not coming back until--well, a stiff breeze knocks against him, but the thought's still there.]
I-I don't think she would, but...b-best to be sure, yeah. To be fair, I never...uh, did anything like that here when I was with Ochaco....
[But he sure got close with Kacchan. It was almost as though he had pent-up affection that finally exploded the second their lips touched, or something.
That kiss sure was nice, though. It wasn't like the other ones -- the ones that burned his stomach and made his head spin. This just warmed his cheeks and his chest, as though he was drinking hot chocolate on a cold, wintry day.
And the fact that he instigated it? Made it all the sweeter.]
Do you want any help, or would you prefer I stay a couch potato until you're done?
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Date: 2018-09-23 05:37 am (UTC)He sort of makes a face at the mention of Ochaco, but he tries not to let it linger more than a second.
He wasn't a huge fan of it back then, but he acted like he didn't care. He had other things to worry about. But now? Well... it shouldn't matter now either. It was a relationship of long ago at this point, even if they're still friends. But he doesn't want to hear about that relationship, now that they're in one! ]
I kinda really don't wanna hear about what you did or didn't do with round face.
[Not that he's jealous or anything. Just a teeny tiny bit maybe. He knows it's stupid, because he's the one in Deku's kitchen now, kissing him. Being boyfriends with him.
Heh.
He smiles to himself as he starts putting all the food together, looking over at Deku.]
You can just hang out. Maybe get your mom ready for dinner?
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Date: 2018-09-23 06:07 am (UTC)Talking about his past relationships was a no-go.
Izuku was...well, sentimental. He still had trinkets and small things given to him from old lovers, even though the flame for them long since died out. He was one to hold onto the good times, and reminisce every now and then. His girlfriends hadn't liked it when he'd mentioned exes, either, come to think of it.
Really, he should have known better. Who wants to hear about what you did or didn't do with an ex?
He would have fallen down an overthinking worry-storm if Kacchan hadn't started smiling--
--which pierced his heart with the largest arrow that Cupid could find, seriously. A smiling Kacchan was a gorgeous Kacchan, and something so rare was enough to send his worries into a ditch and bury them whole.]
Yeah, I can do that.
[He hummed to himself, pressing against Kacchan just a little to hug him from behind, before kissing the back of his neck gently.]
Be back in a bit.
[He pulled away and was already heading up the stairs.]
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Date: 2018-09-23 06:18 am (UTC)He supposes he'd even kind of like that Deku is sentimental and he'd never want him to change that, or have an issue with old trinkets from past lovers. It's all a part of Deku's life.
Anyway, he's been in his life the longest, so it's all good.
The small kisses, the gentle back hugs.... yes, this is much better. Way less awkward. Just two guys being boyfriends and doing what they do. His gaze follows Deku to the stairs and then he's smiling again, getting to work in the kitchen.
This is good. It's really good. He's really fucking excited. ]