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Midoryia izuku thought he knew pain
When he was five he thought being diagnosed quickless was the worst pain he would ever go through. And then kacchan said he could never be a hero and that somehow hurt more.
And then All might told him he couldn’t be a hero and that broke something inside him. All might has been forgiven and the tears have been wiped. But when izuku thinks about it for too long he can still feel the echo of that pain, and can still feel the temptation of that highrise roof he was left on.
Training one for all was also a pain like no other. The adrilane and determination to master his quirk cancelled out most of the pain, but when he sat in recovery girl’s office and had to deal with the constant pain that was both physical with the added mental damage of failure is when he felt it most.
And then kacchan was kidnapped.
Deku was heroic, sweet, caring any other synonyms you can think of. But in that moment when he was lying in his hospital bed he wanted nothing more but that blue bastard dead. He had never been away from kacchan this long
And he was going to make sure it never happened again.
Kacchan was back in his arms, and he was never leaving again.
And then there was the paranormal liberation war. Kacchan pushed him out of the way and Kacchan was stabbed and Kacchan was bleeding and Deku promised himself Kacchan would never be hurt like that again.
Deku would never let anyone he loves be hurt like that again.
He realizes now that he wasted precious time with his kacchan. He realizes that he had only hurt all his friends more when he left. He felt it most when two nights after he came back Kacchan wandered into his room. He stayed by the door, his bangs covering his eyes.
“Deku you could have died.”
“I’d do anything to keep the people I love safe, and even if you will only ever refer to us as rivals, I consider you apart of that”
“Does that include dying?”
“Yes I would die for you Bakugou Katsuki”
And then kacchan was moving. On the bed, his face stopped right next to Deku's face. “Tell me to stop” their breaths mengaled together. It was dark, the moon the only light. “No” It was silent for a couple moments with Kacchan silently shaking.
“Are you going to ask me?”
“Ask you what?”
“If I would die for you”
I kissed him to change the topic. But I will always remember that Kacchan was salty with tears.
Those tears hurt deku more than any villain attack could ever.
And now, he knew he had never truly felt pain, because he had never truly been without Kacchan.
It was supposed to be a simple mission, a low level villain attack with a vibration quirk. He was attacking near a construction site and public safety was at risk. The villain was almost in cuffs but he gave out a final vibration.
It knocked down a steel rod and it was falling and all The Pro Hero: Deku could do was watch as it came rushing towards him. He closed his eyes and braced himself for pain,
And then he was flying.
When he opened his eyes he could do nothing but wish he was dead. Because lying down on the ground with a steel rod through his stomach was Bakugou Katsuki.
His Kacchan.
And deku was once again useless. Kacchan smiled as he held his hand. He looked peaceful.
“Are you going to ask me?”
“Ask you what?”
“If i would die for you?”
And suddenly Deku was screaming “THAT WAS THE ONE QUESTION I DIDN'T NEED THE ANSWER TO YOU KNOW! CAUSE IT APPARENTLY YES! WHEN IT WAS ALWAYS SUPPOSED TO BE NO”
Kacchans eyes widened. He looked ready to cry but most of all he looked tired. Kacchan laid his head down on the ground. Neck aching from arching up to look at Deku. He closed his eyes.
He looked peaceful.
Deku could hear the far off noises of an ambulance's sirens.
Deku had never been without his kacchan, and he never will be, cause he’d follow him to the end of this life and beyond that.
Deku had never truly known pain, because he had never been without his kacchan, and as he stood on top of that same building he met All Might on, he decided he never would be.