"Calm the fuck down, Deku and tell me what happened." Katsuki snapped, pushing himself off of his mattress in one swift movement. His heart was starting to pound, blood rushing in his ears and his stomach was knotting up uncomfortably, but he did his damnedest to ignore the feeling because surely he had fucking heard Deku wrong. The nerd tended to over-exaggerate - not really - when he was worried, so this had to be one of those times. Something happened to make him think there was something wrong and he was just panicking. There was no way she was actually disappearing if she wasn't going back to her time, it didn't make any fucking sense for that to happen. She had to be going back and Deku was just over-reacting.

Deku looked up, eyes wide as he stared at Katsuki, still cradling Kana to his chest. "I-I don't know! I went to change in the bathroom and when I came out she was flickering, she was transparent! Kacchan, my hand went through her! It was like she was disappearing, but then she just came back like normal and- and she was confused for a second and I don't know why. If she was going back, she should've just gone, right? She shouldn't become intangible-"

"Deku! Calm. Down." Katsuki said, interrupting his rambling. He knew from experience that if he didn't stop him now, he was going to think of every single possibility of what could be happening no matter how low the chances were and overwhelm them both into panicking. And quite frankly Katsuki was not in the mood for that. The younger boy shut his mouth abruptly, his chest was heaving and it didn't take a genius to guess he had run up the stairs from the second floor as fast as he could in his panic. Deku nodded his head a few too many times as he calmed himself.

"Daddy, what's wrong? Why is Deku upset?" Kana asked with a look of concern and confusion and... fear? Yeah, Deku was freaking out a bit, but he couldn't have done much for her to think something was really wrong. Okay, maybe there was something wrong, but Katsuki refused to believe that she was actually disappearing. It made no sense. He was probably tired from their internships and just imagining things.

"Nothing's wrong. Deku's fine, right nerd?" Katsuki snapped shooting a look at the panicking boy pacing his room and trying not to mutter. Deku's eyes found his and they widened in realization. Fucking took him long enough to notice Kana was picking up on the anxious energy he was giving off. Katsuki didn't need both of them freaking out because of a misunderstanding. Because it was a misunderstanding.

God fuck, he felt like a broken record was playing in his head, Everything is okay, nothing is wrong. Everything is okay, nothing-

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. " Deku said quickly and Katsuki had to suppress a groan because there was no way that sounded convincing, even to a four year old. Well, almost five apparently, but he didn't bother with the technicalities. That wasn't even important right now, why the fuck was he thinking about it? Focus.

Deku wasn't good at lying, he never had been, but he was an expert at hiding his true feelings. He'd been doing it his whole life. It was one thing Katsuki didn't know if it was his fault or not. On one side, Deku was so self-sacrificing that he never showed what he was feeling if he thought it would be a burden to anyone around him. On the other, Katsuki used to pick on the boy for every little thing. If he was smiling, he had done everything he could to crush it, if he was crying he called him a wimp, loser, baby, useless- Maybe it was both. The only semi-good thing about it was Katsuki could tell when no one else could.

"Something is wrong." Kana insisted, looking at Deku with pursed lips and critical eyes, "I'm little, not stupid. I know when daddy or Deku are upset." Right, she had that sassy side, too.

To his surprise, Deku started laughing. It wasn't completely mirthful, he could still hear the nervousness in his voice, but at least he wasn't as panicked now. It was kind of bizarre how she could change his mood so quickly with a snappy comment. Obviously he was still worried, but Katsuki could tell he was calming down, actually calming down and not pretending to.

Or losing it completely, that was also an option.

Kana looked at Katsuki with a raised brow, like she was wondering what she said had been funny, Katsuki could only shrug because hell if he knew. Kana gave a sort of incredulous and curious smile and despite the earlier 'problem', his own lips twitched. God there were some real weirdo's in this family- family. Fuck. When the fuck did he start thinking that? Katsuki clenched his teeth and pushed the rogue thought that invaded his head. He already fucking decided he wasn't going to tell Izuku, it wasn't fair to him.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, it's just, you really are Kacchan's daughter." Deku said after he finished laughing, slightly out of breath. His cheeks were tinged pink over his freckles from his outburst and it was only just noticeable in the dim light of Katsuki's lamp. He almost looked angelic and he found himself staring, but the words Deku had said did something to his chest that stopped him. It was weird, an all around just off feeling. It didn't feel right, but he couldn't put his finger on the why.

"You tell me that all of the time!" Kana said grinning at Deku. He emerald eyes shinning happily. All the earlier fear and confusion was gone much to his relief. He couldn't explain it, but it was kind of fucking with him seeing her so upset. It was different than the other times she had cried or almost cried, it felt more real somehow. Maybe it had to do with before she was transported back in time. When Deku disappeared. He assumed it had to do with a villain attack, because why the fuck would his future self or Deku's send her back in the first place, and all alone at that?

"Do I?" Deku asked, looking at Katsuki for a moment before turning back to Kana, forgetting the reason he came up for a moment.

Katsuki stiffened slightly. That was relatively safe territory for her to talk about, but it did hint that they were pretty close in the future, only Deku didn't know just how close they really were.

"Uhuh! You say I'm tough just like daddy, too!" Kana exclaimed excitedly.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

Katsuki shoulder's slumped a bit in exhaustion as he sat on his bed and ran a hand through his hair. He was tired after being on guard almost the whole day and even more after his almost-panic when Deku said she was disappearing. He didn't know what that was about, but obviously the conversation wasn't over yet. They just couldn't talk about it in front of her, it was probably going to cause her to panic and they didn't need that. So changing the subject for a moment- even if it was unintentional- was probably a good idea. It was her bedtime soon- well it was his bedtime soon and he refused to let her stay up later than eight thirty when he rarely ever did.

"And Deku says I have the same pretty hair as daddy!" Kana told Deku, pointing at her hair. "See?"

Katsuki's eyes widened and he felt his entire face heat up as he turned to look at Deku who was now sitting on the ground next to Kana. His hand that was still in his hair dropped onto his lap and god fucking damnit why was he so self-conscious today? Jade eyes followed the movement and Deku bit his bottom lip lightly as if he was thinking and smiled mischievously, looking back at Kana for a second before he levelled Katsuki with his gaze, his own cheeks dusted pink.

"It's just as pretty as Kacchan's." Deku agreed,

Without thinking, Katsuki slammed a pillow into Deku's face from across the room knocking him over with the force of the blow. "Deku!" He yells, because that's all he can think of saying.

What the fuck was that? He didn't mean that right? He was just indulging Kana, he didn't really think Katsuki's hair was... pretty. And Katsuki was not happy about it, not at all. Not fucking one single bit. Nope.

His heart was pounding in his chest and the heat in his face wouldn't go away damnit. Stupid unwanted, unwelcome fluttering warmth in his stomach go DIE goddamnit.

The nerd landed on his back with a quiet "oof" and started giggling, "Hey, Kacchan what was that-" As soon as he peeked out from beneath the pillow, Katsuki hit him with another. Kana was giggling too and Katsuki couldn't help the grin that tugged at his lips as he brandished another pillow. Fuck it. He could have this, they were still friends if nothing else. He could ignore the butterflies in his stomach, pretend they were from the building excitement or some other shit. Not because Deku had just blushed, light pink dusting his freckled cheeks as he called his hair pretty.

Deku whipped a pillow at Katsuki before he had the chance to move and stood up, grinning. "You little shit," Katsuki said playfully, fully accepting the challenge Deku so obviously offered. No way he was going to back down from a challenge, especially from Deku.

A pillow fight was childish, but it felt... good to let loose in a way that didn't involve actual sparring and beating the fuck out of each other (for school obviously) - and wow that sounded worse than it ever did before. He'd never actually done this before - even if his first intention when he threw that first pillow wasn't to start a pillow fight - he'd never done a lot of things before he and Deku were friends again, but the green-haired boy was the only one he felt this comfortable with. He was embarrassed to say the last time someone tried to start a pillow fight with him, he blew up. Literally. Feathers were everywhere. No one dared throw another pillow at him after that. Well, until now.

"Look who started it," Deku teased back, brandishing his own pillow. His jade eyes were shinning with an excitement and fierce competitiveness that he only ever saw when Deku was readying for a fight. The corners of his eyes crinkled sweetly when he smiled, a feature Katsuki always found himself noticing, a feature he only ever saw when it was being directed at him. It was his smile, Katsuki thought selfishly, that smile belongs to me. And he'd like to think it always would. Even if he wasn't worthy of it.

"Oh, it's fucking on, Deku!" Katsuki bared his teeth in a vicious grin.

"Pillow fight! Pillow fight!" Kana raised her fists in the air and started jumping.

Thus began the most violent pillow fight UA had seen in a long time. (Other than the times they threw some at Kana, of course.)

Katsuki laid on the ground next to Deku, panting and covered in sweat with his arms spread wide relishing the coolness of his floor on his back. His heart was still thrumming in his chest from the thrill and he was grinning lazily in the mess of the pillows. Kana was already passed out on his bed, and he had no doubt she was going to sleep right through the night- if she didn't already- tuckered out from playing. That was the most fucking fun he had had in a long time, but he could probably fall asleep on the spot if it wasn't for Deku speaking up.

"Kacchan?"

Katsuki grunted to let the other boy know he was paying attention.

"That was fun,"

"...Yeah," Katsuki said after a minute.

"I missed this..." He didn't have to finish, Katsuki knew exactly what he meant. Even after their fallout and they became friends again, they never really hung out all that much like they used to when they were still brats. It was... refreshing for lack of a better word. He really missed the dork. Not that he'd ever say that out loud. He'd just file that away with all the growing list of other things he was never going to tell him, because it wasn't fair for him to just dump his feelings on him after all these years.

Before either of them had another chance to speak, he heard a light grumble come from Deku. Katsuki snorted and sat up, craning his neck to look at Deku "You hungry, nerd?" he asked, but when he saw him, his mouth went dry. His green curls were sprawled out beneath him like a halo around his head and his cheeks were flushed pink over his freckles from the physical exertion of their pillow fight. If he could, he'd probably spend hours just counting the freckles that were sprinkled across his body...

Deku's face went red from what Katsuki assumed was embarrassment and covered his face with his hands, rolling onto his stomach. It was kind of cute... No. Go the fuck away, he didn't want to think about that... Katsuki vaguely remembered him doing the same thing when he was embarrassed when they were younger - before Katsuki got his quirk. Ugh. Stupid sour thoughts ruining everything.

He stood up and stuck out his hand to help Deku up, "Come on," he said. Deku rolled over and peeked through his hands at Katsuki before smiling so brightly he thought he was going to go blind, seemingly forgetting all about his earlier embarrassment. He took his hand and Katsuki hoisted him to his feet and pulled him towards the door. "When did you eat last?" He asked because he knew for a fact the nerd hadn't eaten dinner yet. He was probably to blame for that since Kana wouldn't leave the other boy without having a minor panic attack and he was too focused on keeping him from finding out that he didn't notice he hadn't eaten. The least he could do was cook him something to eat. Because he owed it to him... Definitely not because he wanted to. Not at fucking all.

"Wait, where are we going? What about Kana?" Izuku asked, looking over his shoulder at the sleeping girl curled up on Katsuki's bed, snoring lightly.

"I'll tell Shitty Hair to keep an eye on her. Now you gonna answer the question?"

When Deku hesitated, Katsuki stopped before opening the door and turned around to see him nervously scratching the back of his neck and avoiding his eye, "Uh, well I, um..."

Katsuki narrowed his eyes, "Don't fucking tell me it was breakfast." He said slowly,

"It wasn't breakfast!" Izuku said quickly, "I ate dinner..." Deku trailed off again and bit the inside of his cheek. No he fucking didn't. "...Yesterday?"

Katsuki's eyes practically bulged from his head as he growled out, "YESTERDAY? What the fuck, Deku?" What the hell was the idiot thinking? Was he trying to make himself sick? He'd been active all day without food, Katsuki was surprised he was still standing and not passed out somewhere; sick.

"It's not that I meant to! Things were just super busy today- we were going to get breakfast when a villain attacked and we didn't get around it afterwards-"

Katsuki growled, "How the fuck do you expect to become the Number One Hero if you don't even take care of yourself?"

Izuku opened his mouth to answer but Katsuki cut him off, "Don't answer that," he said, not even wanting to hear whatever he was going to say because he knew he was going to try and justify his bullshit reasoning. Instead Katsuki continued pulling him out of his room with the intention of going to the kitchen and stuffing the nerd with some food before he really did pass out.

His thumb absently trailed across scarred fingers and he found the action kind of... comforting somehow.

"Um, Kacchan? You're still- um, my hand...?"

Katsuki glanced to the side to see he still had Izuku's hand in his and ripped it away as if it burned him, stuffing them in his pocket instead. He felt blood rush to his cheeks and his hand still felt warm from holding Deku's. Fuck. "...sorry." he grumbled quietly, quickening his steps before stopping right in front of Kirishima's door and kicking it harder enough to wake the redhead if necessary. Damnit, he didn't even realize he had still been holding his hand.

"Kacchan, it's okay- I mean it didn't bot-"

Shitty Hair swung the door open and Izuku promptly shut his mouth. Katsuki scowled, his mood souring because he didn't get to hear what Deku had been going to say. Goddamnit.

"Oh, hey, Bakugou. What's up? It's weird seeing you up at this time." He said with a grin, his usual spiky red hair was deflated and fell down over his forehead. Katsuki glared, because obviously he was making fun of his early sleeping habits, again. Tch, fucking whatever, he could make fun of it all he wanted. While he was goes to bed late and wakes up tired, Katsuki wakes up rested and ready for the day. Take that motherfucker.

His red eyes glanced behind Katsuki where Izuku stood and his smile widened. "Hey, Midoriya! What're you two up to?" He asked Izuku, not even caring that Katsuki hadn't answered him.

"Hi, Kirishima!" Izuku greeted happily, "I don't know actually, we're going to the kitchen, I think?" He glanced at Katsuki for confirmation and he gave him a look that said 'What the fuck do you think?"

"Tch, watch Kana, she sleeping in my room. We'll be right back."

"Sure thing, bro! Uncle Eiji is here to babysit!" Kirishima piped, stepping out of his room and closing the door behind him. He smiled a little too brightly as his eyes darted from Deku to Katsuki and back again. Katsuki narrowed his eyes and glared at the other boy, daring him to say something else. He knew what Kirishima was thinking and he was going to kill him if he said it or anything like it out loud.

"Take a shower while you're at it, you guys stink." Kirishima said instead,

Katsuki hands come out of his pockets and he let his hands crackle and pop menacingly, "You want to fucking say that again?!" He snarled,

Kirishima just laughed and darted inside of Katsuki's room without another word. Katsuki growled as he glared at the door before turning to Deku, expecting to see him red and blushing or even apologetic from the comment, but instead he chuckles, eyes full of mirth and something else Katsuki couldn't put into words. "He's not wrong. Though you definitely smell better than I do. Sweet kind of, like.. candy..."

Heat rushed to his face and he almost choked on his own spit because holy fucking shit Izuku just said he smelt like candy. Of course he already knew this, the nitroglycerin in his sweat made it smell sweet instead of what it should, but no one ever outright told him he smelt like candy. And if he was being honest with himself he kind of li- NOPE. Not going there. If he went down that rabbit hole of thoughts, no way was he ever getting out.

"Whatever fucking Deku, let's go." He said quickly in a sad attempt at nonchalance, facing away from the nerd to hide the blush covering his cheeks and started walking back down the hall towards the elevator. He tried futility to calm his erratic heart with quiet deep breaths, but he didn't get far before a hand snaked its way into his and intertwined their fingers before Katsuki could even process what was happening. He looked over at Deku with wide eyes who had pink dusting his cheeks and his eyes forward like nothing happened- like he didn't just send Katsuki's mind into overdrive- and he couldn't fucking pull his hand away. Like father like daughter, it was witchcraft if you asked Katsuki. What the hell was with Kana and Izuku that made him unable to pull away when they touched him?! God fucking damnit, this was not supposed to be happening. What the fuck was even happening?

Katsuki's free hand twitched and his mind was reeling. Didn't he just fucking make up his mind that this wasn't something he was going to let happen, not something that he wanted to happen? Of course he fucking wanted it to happen, but that wasn't the issue. The issue was that it was happening when it shouldn't be. Izuku deserved someone better, someone that wasn't Katsuki. Yet here he was holding Deku's hand like it was a possibility, because Izuku grabbed his hand and he couldn't let go. He didn't want to. Because that made a lot of fucking sense.

God, he was so fucking confused.

What the hell happened to his previous resolve?

They walked down the hall to the elevator silently, neither one breathing a word about what was happening, as if they spoke it would break the spell that had seemingly be cast over them. Deku's hand felt warm in his own and he was only sweating a little in his nervousness. He fucking hoped the nerd didn't notice. Fuck, no that wasn't the thing he should be worried about, he should be worried about why it was happening in the first place. Why the hell did Izuku grab his hand?

They reached the ground floor and Katsuki immediately unthreaded his hand from Izuku's, "Go take a shower. I'll cook something." He grumbled, avoiding Deku's eye.

"Really? Kacchan's going to cook for me?!" He asked excitedly, his eyes practically shinning when Katsuki turned back to him.

"That's what I fucking said. Now hurry up before I change my mind."

"Okay! Okay! I'm going!" He said with a laugh holding up his hands in a sort of surrender, before stalking down the opposite hall Katsuki was going in to the boys locker and shower room. The blonde made his way to the kitchen and got to work cooking katsudon with the pork he saw in the fridge earlier in the day.

"Wah, Kachhan, this is amazing! It's delicious!" Izuku gushed after they settled at a table with their food. The greenette had finished his shower a few minutes after the katsudon was ready and wasted no time digging into his food. A white towel was wrapped around his neck catching the drops of water falling from his still-wet green curls.

"Of course it fucking is. I made it." He replied smugly. His elbow was propped up on the table and he rested his cheek in his hand, just watching Izuku eat. His own bowl of katsudon sitting untouched in front of him. The only light was the automatic low-lit lamps, but Katsuki didn't mind. At least this way Deku couldn't see the steady blush that just didn't seem to want to go away.

Izuku rolled his eyes in good humor but made no move to deny it. "Yes, we all know it, Kacchan's amazing." He said with a cheeky grin.

"Fuck yeah I am." He said with a grin before digging into his own food. It was good, but not nearly as spicy enough, but that was fine just this once. Once he finished his and Deku got his second(because fuck Katsuki was going to stuff the nerd until he caught up with all the meals he skipped), Katsuki walked around to stand behind him and the nerd raised an eyebrow- his mouth too full to talk as Katsuki started drying his hair. "You're going to catch a fucking cold, stupid." He grumbled. Izuku hummed in reply and continued eating as Katsuki massaged the towel in his hair. The silence was comfortable, familiar.

His hair smelt like honey and cinnamon, Katsuki had to actively resist just leaning down to just breathe in the fresh smell that was so distinctly Deku. The green curls were way softer than he would've guessed by just looking at it, and as Katsuki ran his fingers through it he noticed it was silky as fuck, no knots or tangles whatsoever. Shit, maybe Katsuki should switch his shampoo if it left his hair like this. Or maybe it was just the nerds natural hair? Whatever the fuck it was, Katsuki liked playing with his silky green curls that refused to knot up no matter what he did. He couldn't believe he thought that Izuku's hair was a mess before.

Katsuki nearly jumped out of his own skin when Izuku reached up and grabbed one of his hands. Frozen in confusion, Katsuki just stared wide eyed as his hand was pulled towards Izuku's face, his fingertips grazing against his cheek just barely. A ghost of a touch Izuku's lips brushed against his palm and Katsuki died and went to heaven because there was no fucking way this was real. He must have dozed off from exhaustion at the table and was face down in his katsudon at this very moment.

Holy fucking shit where did this bold Izuku come from?

No, that was wrong. Izuku had always been bold despite what people may think, even more so since their second semester in their first year. He just wasn't this bold, especially not with Katsuki and fuck did he like it- no STOP goddamnit. Could he not go five fucking minutes without thinking about the the stupid-stupidly attractive-nerd? Like now. Katsuki wasn't known for having a one-track mind, but that was what it seemed like when it came to him lately. It was like all his brain could think was Izuku. Izuku. Izuku. Izuku-

"Kacchan?"

Katsuki blinked. Deku was standing in front of him now, his face scrunched up lightly with concern. His hand was hovering next to Katsuki's cheek but not quite touching it, like he was worried about his reaction to the touch. Strange. When the hell did that happen? He didn't even remember when Deku stood up.

"Huh?" Came his completely intelligent response.

"You were just staring at me," Izuku said, his voice barely above a whisper as his cheeks tinted pink, "And you said my name, but it was like you weren't actually talking to me?" he finished, looking intently into Katsuki's crimson eyes like he was searching for something.

Fuck. He said that out loud.

Was this what it was like for Izuku all the time? Thinking about something so much that his mouth just didn't want to keep the thoughts inside and blurted them out without permission? How the hell did he deal with that all the time? Katsuki felt mortified, he'd never mumbled anything without intentionally saying it out loud before and it just had to be 'Izuku' while he was right in front of him. It was like his body was fighting against what his brain wanted; and that was to keep his feeling to himself.

"Are you okay, Kacchan?" He asked when Katsuki didn't reply.

Finally gaining some control of himself, he tried to relax his body like he wasn't just freaking out earlier and brushed off Izuku's worry. The nerd didn't look convinced but he didn't push it. Katsuki washed the dishes while Izuku dried and put away; all this happened in silence, but Katsuki would be stupid if he didn't notice the obvious shift in atmosphere. He wouldn't be able to tell anyone what exactly changed, but something did, for worse or for better.

It was nearing ten when they began to make their way back to their rooms. Izuku started to reach for his hand but Katsuki quickly shoved them into his pockets as discreetly as he could and kept walking. He glanced at him out of the corner of his eye to see Deku biting his bottom lip and furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. He was confused. Well, so was Katsuki. They were fucking even.

When they got on the elevator Katsuki realized Izuku had no intention of going back to his own room as he hit the button for floor four.

"Deku..." He said slowly,

Izuku stood tall, facing him with a determined look. "I know what you're going to say, but I'm not going until I know she's alright. I wasn't imagining things, something happened to her earlier, I just don't know what. I know we don't understand everything about the quirk and it could just be a side effect, but I'm not going to risk the off chance there is something wrong." He said. The blonde was glad he wasn't freaking out like earlier.

Katsuki sighed knowing full well that he wasn't going to change his mind no matter what he said, "Fine." He relented, "Aizawa-sensei is trying to find out more about the quirk and a way to send her back, we'll tell him tomorrow. I ain't gonna get in trouble for disturbing him this late if it turns out nothing's wrong."

"Okay," Is all he said.

"Okay," Katsuki echoed as they stepped off the elevator. There was probably more to be said, but they could wait to talk to Aizawa tomorrow morning to do that.

He ignores Shitty Hair's stupid grin and thumbs up when he leaves, too tired to yell at the idiot and instead just plops himself onto his bed and leans his back against the wall. Izuku sits beside him, crossed legged as he leaned his head against the wall and shut his eyes. Katsuki side-eyed him. "You know you're sleeping on the floor, right?"

Izuku snaps his eyes open, "Wah, but Kacchan!" He pouts, "It's so uncomfortable, I'll hurt my back if I sleep on the floor!"

"Not my problem, nerd. You wanted to stay here, go right fucking ahead, but there's no room on the bed." They could probably make room, but he didn't even want to think about what making room would entail. It wasn't as if he thought it was a bad idea, it just wasn't an option. He was not about to cuddle with the nerd, even if it was so tempting.

Izuku gapes, "Kacchan! There's room!" He insists, Katsuki stiffened slightly, "We can sleep sitting upright!" Oh. Of course he would think of something like that, Katsuki thought as he relaxed again.

"And have a sore neck in the morning? Count me fucking out."

"There's enough pillows, you can make it so you won't hurt your neck!" He says pointing at Katsuki's abundance of pillows. Katsuki's eye twitches and he growls lightly. Pushy little bastard.

"Fuck! Fine!" He relented. Izuku was looking at him with those goddamn puppy dog eyes and he could fucking say no.

"Yay!" He almost squealed as he started plucking all the pillows off the ground and pile them onto the bed and arranging them.

"Tch, damn nerd." He grumbled to himself as he tried to get comfortable with the pillows next to Izuku. Kana was still sound asleep snuggled up in the corner of Katsuki's bed like a dog or something, he found it funny that she didn't even stir when they were being loud. Just like Deku, she slept like a fucking rock.

"Good night, Kacchan!" Izuku whispered happily as Katsuki clicked the lamp off.

"Tch, night, nerd." He whispered back.

Too tired to worry about his less than comfortable position, it doesn't take Katsuki long to slip into sleep, but as soon as it came Katsuki's eyes snapped open and his body jolted forward as realization hit him like a ton of fucking bricks. Suddenly all Deku's actions earlier made sense. He felt so fucking stupid for not noticing it before, he should've known, even without noticing.

Izuku was in love with him, too.

Fuck.