First time I’ve written anything in years and it’s for these losers 🤷♀️ hope you like it 💕
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“I don’t want a hug right now, sorry.”
The words hung frozen in the air like snowflakes. Izuku knew Katsuki would be alarmed by his coldness. It was so unlike him after all. The warm hand on his shoulder lifted slowly away but the ghost of his touch remained.
Any other day he would swoon for Katsuki’s touch. Nothing felt better than melting into his warm body. But right now, the thought of it left him unpleasantly tingly and hot. His heart was in his throat, threatening to fly out of his mouth if Katsuki got too close. He pressed his tongue to his teeth to bite back his word vomit.
Katsuki remained still behind him, his scolded hand clenched into a soft fist and hovered awkwardly over Izuku’s shoulder.
“What-“ he began, and Izuku’s stomach lurched. Was he actually going to be sick?? Before he could finish, Izuku stood abruptly, his chair screeching and wobbling behind him. “Hey, you bastard!”
“S-sorry! I’m sorry! I gotta, um, I forgot I-I… I have to go!” Izuku fumbled and scurried away with his things. He didn’t have to look at Katsuki to know the bewildered expression he was wearing.
He would talk to him and explain everything. Soon. But not now.
