Like all the other nights that he's having a hard time sleeping, Izuku found himself alone in his living room sitting on the floor with a mug of tea.

He's listening to this live radio that he had been tuning in for a long time.

"Deku," the host started.

Izuku froze.

Deku,

I threw away all my pride to send this letter. I can't believe you are making me do this. You who never shown your face to me for seven damn years. Do you have any idea how long that is?

I have so much to say but I'll try to keep it short.

I could try to pretend and tell you that I never thought of you in all these years but that would be me lying to you and lying to myself.

In the quietness of my room, whenever I am alone, I think of you and hope I could ask you those stupid questions.

'How are you?'

'Did you already eat?'

'Where are you studying?'

'How's Auntie Inko?'

'Do you still like All Might?'

'Do you also think of me?'

Yeah, fuck, I am also filled with all those stupid questions that I wanted to ask you but never had the courage to do.

I never fully realize the extent of my arrogance until I finally turn around and not see you there. I always thought that you'll be there to try to understand what I couldn't and was too stubborn to understand.

You were always there and I thought you'll always be.

I tried to keep myself busy with training and work in hopes that I would not think of you and every stupid word I told you, every stupid thing I did to you. And all the things I failed to do for you.

But in the end, I always have the same damn thought:

'What would Deku do in this situation?'

We build this dream together when we were kids but I had to work hard to be a hero while you were already one since the day I met you.

So it's okay for you to be a little selfish.

And if there would be a time that you find it hard to let me go, I'll stay with you until it gets better. Until it's easier to let go.

If by any chance we ran into each other, will you listen to everything I have to say and tell me that it's okay. That it's okay now.

Kacchan

Izuku sighed, tilting his head, eyes on his ceiling. Why would you even do this?" He laughed softly. "I told you I would do it again in a heartbeat."

Grabbing his phone, he went to Katsuki's Instagram page and sent something.

[ Hi, Kacchan. ]

/Bakugou Katsuki is typing.../

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i am currently suffering from headaches.
i need to eat. augh.
hope you're all doing great.

love,
zuki♡ http://ko-fi.com/damareizuki 

First part: https://twitter.com/damareizuki/status/1390315194346139650?s=20