@bkugs
‘ kaaa . . --- kacchan . . ’ he’s still processing it all , just the fact that kacchan is even still alive . not to mention faced with repetitive taunts , from his life long friend and bully . but he’s alive ; and for that izuku feels relief , tears that sting his eyes but their cause is unknown . is it the relief in knowing that he’s not dead ? or is it the pain and fear that grips him so tightly , holding him by the neck and making it difficult to breathe . he can’t --- this isn’t . . he’s never seen kacchan look like this before , in all the years they’ve known each other . there’s --- something different , and it scares him . this isn’t the same kacchan he admires so relentlessly , stubbornly despite countless attempts to be shoved away .
‘ stop !! ple --- ease ! ’ oh how easy it is for izuku to fall back into that same fear he felt in middle school , even worse so . any and all progress he’d made at standing up for himself is gone in an instant : it leaves him frozen stiff , blessed quirk of his barely being used against the other . kacchan could blow his arms off if he wanted , at this close range . ‘ what happened to you ! what’s gotten into you , kacchan !? this isn’t y --- isn’t you !! ’ not his childhood friend , not his kacchan .
they were going to be heroes ; TOGETHER . where did everything go wrong ?
eyes nervously flicker to and fro the knife now present : he wouldn’t --- would he ? it never went this far , it was never this bad before ! ‘ k - kacchan wait . . ’ boy pleads through streaming tears , that same whimper in his voice as he says that childish affectionate name , even now . ‘ what are you --- wait wAIT STOP --- !! ’ dull blade digs into already scarred arm as he yells out in agony , biting down his tongue . arm is instinctively tried to be pulled away , but it HURTS so badly , digging harshly into the skin with every attempt to pull .
‘ WH . . Y ?! ’ WHY IS HE LAUGHING ? WHY IS HE HURTING HIM ? WHY DIDN’T HE COME HOME ---
