#bkdk threadfic that's ult angst & hurt/comfort. this little shit didn't make me sleep till I wrote it down. kinda a 4+1 thing

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Midoriya Izuku has a quirk that can pull away memories of himself from others & Bakugou Katsuki has gaps he can't name

The first time he used it was during middle school graduation. The cherry blossom petals filled the air as students said their goodbyes.

“Hey, Kacchan? Can I talk to you?” Izuku fidgeted under crimson eyes, heart beating fast in his chest. He was prepared to be turned away.

Katsuki scowled at him, but a nudge from his old hag gave him no choice but to nod and follow.

The walk to the rooftop was filled with nerves (well, on Izuku’s part). He didn’t have a plan since he didn’t expect Katsuki to agree at all.

At most, he expected an explosion.

“So? Spit it out already, shitty Deku,” Katsuki glared at the nerd who opened and closed his mouth with no word getting past. Fuck, he should’ve ditched Izuku when his old hag’s back was turned.

Izuku was nervous, that’s for sure. This was a big thing, what he was going to say.

That he wasn’t quirkless. That he wasn’t the useless Deku everyone thought. That the doctor got it wrong and he could /still/ be a hero.

The speech was ready in Izuku’s head and he only needed to say it.

Then the wind blew, carrying sakura petals, and Izuku watched Katsuki–

–Watched as the petals whirled and danced around them, some settling on spiky blonde hair, some right between sizzling crimson eyes.

Izuku watched, entranced, heart beating against his chest, the sound rushing in his ears. He watched and spoke.

“I like you, Kacchan.”

Then Izuku watched as Katsuki’s face went red, the blush spreading from his neck down to the tip of his ears.

“Wh– Wh–“ Katsuki sputtered, at a loss. He didn’t understand why his mind whirled, tongue tied, stomach fluttering at the words.

What the hell? What is /this?/

“What the fuck? What the actual fuck, you goddamn nerd?!”

When Katsuki didn’t understand something, he turned to something he /did/ understand: anger. The blonde’s palms crackled, heart still beating fast in his chest.

He was so fucking confused. What the hell was this?

While the blonde was going through a crisis, Izuku stood and wondered if this was what rejection was like. He clutched at his chest, uniform crumpling.

It was only four words, but it meant /everything./ Four words to bring clarity as to why he kept chasing after Katsuki.

Saying it made him feel giddy and light, excitement thrumming through his veins as Izuku /finally/ did it.

Then crimson eyes had turned on him, palms crackling, and the feeling dispersed; to be replaced by a sinking in his gut, and cracking in his chest.

Oh. /This/ is rejection

So he takes a step forward, the clacking of his shoes signaling the cracks along his heart that still beat wildly against his chest.

Izuku stops and smiles at Katsuki. “It’s fine, Kacchan. I wanted to tell you that, at least once.”

/It wasn’t fine. He wanted to say it everyday/

“Ha, I didn’t expect anything, really! So, it’s okay, Kacchan. Sorry for bothering you.”

/I hoped. I hoped for something. I’m sorry for loving you/

Izuku smiled and reached up, making Katsuki freeze when hands cradled his face. Crimson looked at emerald with confusion.

Katsuki’s instincts were telling him to pull away. To say something. To do /anything./ But those instincts were lost in the turmoil of emotions that left Katsuki frozen in place.

Izuku’s eyes shined as he went closer.

“Just let me have this, Kacchan. Let me, please.”

Katsuki closes his eyes and opens them to sight of blue skies filled with cherry blossoms. Chattering and laughter rung from the gates, with students and parents celebrating.

He looked around, frowning.

Why was he on the rooftop?

–TBC–
Gotta eat.