On the day of All Mights funeral Izuku is crumbled on the floor of his own apartment, broken and sobbing. He doesn’t want to go, doesn’t know if he’ll be able to go, because this is /it/. The funeral makes everything /final/ and Izuku doesn’t want to face it.

He barely hears the

knock at the door over his own sorrow but even still he doesn’t get up to answer it. Unfortunately the person knocking is one of the very few he had gifted with a key and not a moment later the door is opening and Kacchan is striding in.

They lock eyes for a brief second

before Izuku rolls over. He doesn’t want to face what he’s sure is Kacchan’s disapproval.

There’s a pause, then a few brief foot steps as Kacchan comes closer. Izuku closes his eyes, wishing he could disappear.

“Deku-“

“Kacchan, just don’t.” Izuku interrupts him. He already

knows everything Kacchan could try to say right now, everything that anyone could try to say to him right now.

‘𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨...’

‘𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.’

‘𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘋𝘦𝘬𝘶. 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘸/𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 & 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥’

‘𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺’

‘𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘰’

Izuku already knew all of that but /none/ of it made it any easier and he just... he just didn’t want to hear it. He just wanted to lay on his floor and pretend for just a little while more that today wasn’t happening.

But of course Kacchan wasn’t going to let that happen.

Izuku can hear the floor boards creak beside him and a moment later there’s a warm hand on his shoulder, pulling him back to face the one person whose always seemed to be able to see right through to Izuku’s soul.

Izuku braces himself, ready to be yelled at or roughly manhandled

and forced to get ready in the usual way Kacchan does things but that’s not what happens.

Instead, Katsuki stays quiet as he brushes his fingers along Izuku’s brow, gently pushing his tangled hair to the side. Their eyes lock and for a brief few seconds Katsuki’s face crumbles,

mirroring everything Izuku is feeling. But then Kacchan sucks in a stuttering breath and just like that it’s gone, covered up by his normal serious glare.

“I know,” he says, red eyes boring into Izuku’s and the words hang heavy in the room leaving Izuku no doubt that Kacchan

really does /know/, really does understand everything Izuku is feeling.

Kacchan takes another steadying breath, his gaze unwavering, before he moves his hand from Izuku’s brow and grabs his hand instead.

“Let me be your cane today,” he says, voice low and deep with meaning.

Izuku swallows past the lump in his throat. Of all the things he’d expected to hear from Kacchan when he’d walked in, this had been the farthest thing from his mind /but/ it was probably the only thing anyone could have said to him to give him the strength to peel himself up from

the floor and of course, /of course/ Kacchan would be the one to know that.

With a tiny nod of affirmation, Izuku gripped Kacchan’s hand and let him pull him up from the floor, already feeling stronger than he had in days.

Wordlessly he lets Kacchan lead him to the bathroom and

doesn’t argue as he helps Izuku strip from his pajamas and then prods him into the shower. He thankfully doesn’t follow him in but when Izuku is done showering he finds Kacchan in his bedroom laying out his best suit, complete with his tie and socks and shoes. Izuku smiles for

the first time in what feels like weeks when he sees that Kacchan had tossed aside his nice dress shoes and had chosen Izuku’s normal, red ones instead.

Neither man talks as Kacchan begins to help Izuku dress, brushing away the lint on his pants and tying his tie for him.

When he’s finally dressed & they’re ready to leave, Izuku pauses in the door way. He still doesn’t know if he can face what the day has to offer and once he steps out of the door there will be no turning back.

But then there’s an arm around his shoulder, strong and steadying,

and Katsuki says w/confidence “We got this, Deku” & it’s the /we/ that finally gives Izuku the strength to step through the door.

The rest of the day flies by in a sorrow filled blur but throughout it all Kacchan never once wavers from Izuku’s side.

As they stood to greet what

seemed like an endless line of people, all there to pay their respects, Katsuki shouldered most of their questions and condolences, letting Izuku stay silent but present at his side. When Izuku had to stand to deliver his eulogy, Kacchan held his gaze from the front row & somehow

made it feel as if Izuku was only talking to him. When they arrived at the cemetery & Izuku finally broke down as the casket was lowered, Katsuki let him, staying by his side with a warm hand pressed soothingly against his back as he glared away anyone who dared try to approach.

In the car ride after, Katsuki let Izuku lean on him, exhausted from his crying and when he fell asleep, Katsuki didn’t attempt to wake him, asking the driver of the car to take them back to Izuku’s apartment instead of the planned dinner that had been arranged, deciding that

they’d already paid their respects and knowing their friends could handle the rest

Back at his apartment, Izuku could only hum in relief at being back home. Much like he had that morning, Kacchan helps Izuku undress again but this time it was back into his pajamas. He makes sure

that Izuku drinks down an entire bottle of water before he lets him finally lay down. Even though he feels numb, Izuku is still beyond grateful for everything Kacchan did for him that day and manages to get out a quiet ‘thanks, Kacchan. For everything’

Katsuki just huffs in

response and Izuku expects him to leave now that the day was over with but to his surprise Katsuki begins to strip himself and grabs some sweats from one of Izuku’s drawers before crawling into bed and pulling Izuku into his arms.

“You d-don’t have t-to stay, Kacchan,” Izuku

manages to say against the warmth of Katsuki’s bare chest, even though he’d rather the blonde never leave.

“I know that, dweeb. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be. Now go to sleep. We’ll figure this shit out in the morning after I make breakfast.”

Sleepily, Izuku replies

with a whispered, “okay, Kacchan” before he closes his eyes to do as he was told. Despite the emotional, tumultuous day he’s had, Izuku knows he’ll sleep soundly with the promise of a morning and breakfast shared with the man beside him, the man he trusts more than anyone in the

world, the man who’d been his cane when he’d needed it the most. Even though one chapter of his life had closed, Izuku was sure another one, full of hope and love and shared mornings, awaited him in the morning.

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

- end

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