"Seeing you again"

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The memories that Midoriya harbored before entering the U.A. were erased from his mind, and as much as the above will reflect a new autonomy in his person, it did not diminish that the emptiness he felt when not remembering the young man who helped him was devastating.

Poor Midoriya was heartbroken that he couldn't find inside his brain any clue that would lead him to even know the name of that young man. However, fate's plans for his will were different from what he believed possible.

There was no consolation for an obsolete memory.

There was no way to fill the emptiness that the heart molded into open flesh.

There was no way to recover the lost past, since it was already farther from his reach than close to him.

Midoriya had no choice but to settle for the present that he had to live, at least for now he was able to do that on his own.

All Might was his mentor, and a good mentor to young Midoriya, who strove to live up to his peers, despite his new Quirk and having very little time to get it, dealing with the challenges they put on him on top of and in passing, confront them with their excellent capacity for reasoning and formulating strategies for confrontation. Without more, he had his first big test when facing Kacchan, his childhood friend, his first kiss, and with whom he dealt with much of his life; also his main torment.

Just as he was his torment, he still considered him an inspiration to be a better hero in the future, and to make his moves regarding fights where physical contact was involved.

Similarly, he won that confrontation, which he collapsed at the end of the test; In the same way, he officially declared his rivalry to Kacchan, who likewise accepted without saying a word, even ended up being vulnerable and for the first time, Midoriya envisioned Kacchan as a human being, as a person with feelings and emotions, with weaknesses and strengths. And there he concluded that Kacchan was not the incredible being who always believed in him, but one more human being in the population.

Even so, Kacchan had great power over his life and over his person, and therefore, getting rid of the link he believed he had with Kacchan, it was difficult to completely detach himself, since there was always an almost magnetic attraction to him that disabled him from separate from that scourge of existence that bound him to him.

A union that he still didn't know its reason for being, his tangible way of forming, his sporadic vestige that exploded when their eyes met and the separation became a myth, an imposition by part of the time to separate.

If Midoriya began to inspect his notebooks of "Analysis of heroes for the future" he would find them all, in each corner of the page his essence inhabited, the back that made up the unattainable anatomy of Kacchan, the observations of his evolution after the years, and Midoriya didn't understand at all why Kacchan got bothered when he saw those notes, because he had made them with the best intentions, but perhaps he was never enough when it came to him.

He never managed to get a smile out of Kacchan.

And that also broke his heart.

Fortunately, Midoriya managed to make friends at the U.A. and those friends supported him and were an essential part of his circle.

In the same way that he realized that not all human beings were born equal at the age of four, he realized that not all human beings would judge or mistreat him as they did throughout his childhood and in middle school.

His friends were Uraraka Ochako and Tenya Iida. Best friends he could not have asked for the sweet Midoriya, because friends in himself, he did not have one in high school, other than Kacchan.

But, Kacchan being an exemplary friend was far from being considered a truth.

Uraraka and Iida were very supportive and accompanied him in his day to day as a student at the U.A. while he had the hard work of dealing with Kacchan in front of him at the bench table positions.

He felt that it was as if fate wanted to put them together in any way possible, and who knows if it were, because if it were not that way, Kacchan would not approach him as he did in the past, but perhaps and very little probably, Midoriya did not give in so easily to the whims of his childhood friend, since he had two goals in mind.

The first was to be a good hero and the second was to find the person who in his obsolete memories remained alive.

However, his childhood friend would not facilitate either of them, since he was a very demanding and too explosive boy.

But, Midoriya was not the useless boy he was in middle school that he believed of his person, because as soon as he made him taste the taste of defeat for the first time, it's when Kacchan realized, or at least, he expected that he realized that his existence was something beyond something sublime.

Midoriya was quickly strengthened, thanks to the fact that he had the number one mentor hero and his strict training helped him gain an incredible toned figure and capable of supporting the enormous weight that came with being the One For All heir.

And every time he finished his training in the company of All Might, he said to himself:

I have to make myself stronger, while firmly grasping his right hand, bringing it to his chest in advance.

For nothing in the world would he change that power.

There was not a moment when Midoriya didn't think about that young man.

As much as the resounding thought of looking for it circulated, the thing was lost in the abyss. Time progressed as he pleased, while Midoriya pleaded that his search was not in vain.

It must never be in vain.

He just didn't want to pretend that nothing happened, because it didn't. It was never like that.

And if he told anyone, nobody would understand him, because they would think him crazy, or they would call him insane.

It was an unspeakable secret, and Midoriya was more than aware of not revealing that experience that lasted less than an hour, but that was enough to ignite all his neurons, to melt his frozen wings with the scorn of others, to make his heart beat. It rejoice against his chest, so that his inert state finally floats at a gentle pace.

His world could not have changed so quickly, but it did. His entire world turned to a different color than it was before; from an opaque color without the slightest grace, to a bright green full of vitality.

So Midoriya concluded that his search was not a waste, nor a simple childish whim, because everything was real, it tasted real and it felt as real as being alive.

It was an instant that gave him the freedom to continue believing in his goal, so that all that alien hatred towards him would spread through the air until it disappeared from the bowels of the earth.

It was an instant that belonged hidden somewhere hidden in his memory, embedded in a breath, a fresh breath of air, a breath that hits directly against the body and gives it a violent jolt, a breath that is marked on the body as of permanent tattoos, a puff that he felt emerge from his lungs from the shock of seeing him.

With good reason, nobody would believe him, sometimes even he caught himself dreaming with all his might that panorama, he relived it similar to a movie that returned it and started it again, since he never bored repeating it. On the contrary, it filled him with hope everywhere, overflowing hope that came out of his pores.

Perhaps Midoriya fell very hard or the strength of the impact stunned him.

Whatever it was, he was at the mercy of that unknown young man.

Floating in a place where both met and remained bound by inertia, by the reflection of falling at his feet with his eyes open and his lips drawn in a picturesque smile.

Perhaps Midoriya dreamed of that scenario a lot, and felt it happen in every corner, in every fold of the walls, in each unconscious brush against someone's fingers, he witnessed it with blindfolded eyes or with visible blindness, he saw it coming and he watched him walk away.

Each impulse, each palpitation, was transformed into a sensation by reflection in relation to that obsolete memory.

And probably, very likely, Midoriya was in love with that young man.

He didn't abyss how it happened or how his interest in a certain person came to the fore, that is, that someone caught his attention so much by placing his eyes on him.

Todoroki Shouto, his classmate, Endeavor's son, the silent one in the classroom. That bichromatic boy stole his attention, it captured the instinct to see him by inertia with each step he took and with each look made by that boy.

Since Todoroki approached him to challenge him at the sports festival, from which he accepted without hesitation, his attention and his figure were affected by constantly looking at him, and in any case, feeling himself blush before his presence, and that grieved him because he did not know the reason or the reason for all that blush settled on his face.

The feeling of bewilderment was real, everything about it tasted real, as much as he wished it wasn't, but he couldn't control it, his ideas for wanting to see and hear his serious voice were greater than his will.

He discarded that it did not reach the level of obsession, more than mere admiration, the same that did not diminish those sensations that grew and flourished within him, those sensations that came alive within him, but he kept it to himself.

As he confronted Todoroki at the festival and helped him accept himself, something fell off his chest. That something scared him, a disconcerting fear, that lurked his mind.

He didn't know what it was, or what awoke in his memory, but it was Todoroki's bichromatic eyes that stole his being, that shook his soul and forced him to collapse in the middle of the combat, because its intensity and the brutality with which They penetrated him with those eyes, left him unable to continue advancing.

Those eyes were the trigger for his interest in Todoroki from the moment their eyes met, and an explosion originated in both.

From there, Midoriya often talked with Todoroki, he became his friend, he gained his trust over time; in addition, one of the culminations of that friendship was their confrontation against Stain, of which, the two were united more than before, also capturing the attention of their friends and unfortunately Kacchan.

Having obtained Kacchan's unnecessary attention was equal to danger, an imminent and increasing danger, which Midoriya didn't know if he was able to deal with thanks to his explosive temperament, adding that Kacchan's kisses gave him chills just remembering them.

The insults didn't stop with him, because the hatred of his childhood friend increased, at the same time that his friendship with Todoroki became an impenetrable bond, however, Midoriya became aware of the small details that surrounded the boy. bichromatic. Starting from his two-color eyes, his scar on his face, his two different sides, his serious and dominant voice, his mysterious aura, his way of eating, his way of writing his notes, the way he yawned in the morning, etc. .

He learned those details, he kept them quiet to think about the times he locked himself in his own world of mumbling.

He didn't know why those details were so familiar to him, because it didn't seem like the first time he'd seen them firsthand.

He pretended that he had seen them before, but did not know where he witnessed them.

And he was probably, most likely, wrapping himself in Todoroki's personality.

He felt close to his dear being, attached to his endless glances, but impenetrable of being the person closest to him.

Although he was close to Todoroki, that emptiness persisted within him, and in any case, it made him very weak, disabling him from his search, because a hunch told him that his search was over; but, he swore no.

His relentless search was still latent. Alive, but latent.

His excessive persistence, as well as his perseverance led him to continue with his naked eyes to the characteristics of that young man, those characteristics that, curiously, were the same as those of Todoroki, since he was equal to the ways of speaking and their forms to talk about that of the young man of his memories.

Perhaps, Midoriya wanted to believe that the young man and Todoroki were the same person, but what prevented him from reaching such a conclusion, was that Todoroki did not indicate that he remembered that meeting, therefore, he was not that young man.

They were similar, well, more than similar, but not the same person.

And that also broke his heart.

The seasons passed in ambiguous slowness.

Spring dried up, summer was carried away by the soporific heat, autumn fell on thousands of dry leaves, and winter came with open arms.

And Midoriya wondered:

Where I can find you?

What do I have to do to find you?

He was plotting those questions in his brain when he ran into Kacchan in the classroom, which to his displeasure was completely empty.

Midoriya had returned to the classroom because he forgot his "Hero Analysis for the Future" notebook under her desk.

A scourge sparked a memory, what to say? Lots of memories regarding empty classrooms with Kacchan in them.

"K-Kacchan…?" He mused with scared eyes, squeezing the extensions of his backpack. He received a smile from his childhood friend, and a bewilderment settled in his head.

"You finally come, damn you." He caressed the edge of his desk with his calloused hands, since Kacchan had taken possession of his desk, and then switched to his.

"W-what are you doing here?" He dared to ask him, his voice coming out shaky.

Kacchan widened his smile.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time" He heard him say with intensity, without any intention of retracting. "I had you for a few moments, but then I lost you"

"I-I don't understand, Kacchan" Midoriya said with a blank gesture.

He had no idea where his childhood friend wanted to go.

"You obviously don't understand" he refuted.

"What?" He blinked in fear. "Kacchan, I'm not understanding anything." He wanted to take a step back, but he was quicker and caught him by the wrist, pulling him into the classroom completely, for seconds later, closing the door behind him. "K-Kacchan!" He cried out, panicking.

Manly arms wrapped around his waist, enveloping him. They were Kacchan's arms.

"I was a fool" He said behind his ear, paralyzing him with those words.

"Kacchan?"

"I didn't know how to appreciate you when we were middle school brats" He agreed, his tone mutating into one filled with guilt. "I kissed you because I loved you, and still..." He inhaled. "I still love you, stupid"

"What?" He gasped.

"I said I love you, stupid!" He yelled, into his earlobe, deafening him. "I love you since we were children, and I don't want to lose you because of that half and half bastard"

"Seriously?" He said without words.

Kacchan separated and filled his face with kisses, but these were different kisses, because they didn't have the meaning of the past, but were intoxicated expressions of affection of tenderness. They were not the kisses that Midoriya remembered from Kacchan, because at that moment he was giving them affectionately.

For reasons of fate or whatever reason, his body didn't react, because he didn't assimilate the fact that they were kissing him in that way, that Kacchan's arms surrounded him entirely, wanting to encompass every particle of his essence.

He froze, so cold that the air itself would turn into spasmodic ice if it brushed against his bare nape, or if his feelings were ripped from his chest and left exposed to anyone watching them from their immense height.

He was so stunned that he allowed himself to be kissed by Kacchan, until his lips were numb, until they begged for air to breathe, until the space they had left, intruded inside his ears.

He didn't believe that the affective content of those kisses was so real, because each message that he wanted to express to him, he received more than perfect.

And at that moment he knew that Kacchan loved him.

He kissed him by the corner of his lips, slowly going down to his neck, he brushed his skin, causing him to bristle with electricity and the static that sharpened his body, ate him slowly, consumed him with the affections that his childhood friend filled him in his own way above all else.

In a space where he separated from him, he looked him straight in the eye, he noticed him more relaxed.

"I love you"

And Midoriya didn't know if something was born inside him or was broken.

Who knows.

He simply nodded inertia and closed his eyes, thinking of nothing, reasoning nothing, knowing nothing of the rest.

Kacchan's mouth captured him again, creating a kind of implicit agreement between them.

Perhaps Midoriya allowed himself to tread on wrong ground, and made him want to wake up from it again. Wake up from everything, because reality and fiction were mixed in a broth without knowing what flavor to have for the palate.

His saliva mixed with Kacchan's, creating a new mixture of their connection, of that intimate contact they shared, a mixture that melted, remitted affordably, integrated into the taste of his mouth.

Perhaps it was a catatonic state that reflected his intense search without rest, perhaps for Kacchan it was the same, an intense search for how to have it, and to try in every way and by having his dealings with him to the point of success.

However, for the first time he doubted his search; It made him wonder if all that was in vain, or a vague goal of being accomplished.

He couldn't help but wonder:

Was it all in vain?

Will I have wasted my time on an unlikely goal to be met?

Perhaps, Midoriya was hopeless in vain, he dreamed it so much that right now he was experiencing it with another person, the same one that caused him torment in middle school and now that they were in high school, he treated him as a precious possession; Furthermore, he didn't know how to get out of that situation and would not know soon.

Perhaps, everything hung on that thread that united them from childhood and breaking was far from happening.

And that left him worse than confused.

Midoriya closed his eyes and his dreams swept away with reason, they flew in cuddles of dust, in lullabies for the soul that emptied itself over the rushing rivers.

He closed his eyes and his imagination was bearing fruit, he was alienated, he allowed himself to have free will, he integrated himself into one more facet of his person.

He closed his eyes and there it was, there his memories were placed on a silver tray, tinted with bright colors, until it resembled white.

He closed his eyes and everything made sense, everything became authentic, sublime.

The voices faded, the sounds of the footsteps fused together with the light sound, distanced themselves from the palpable and the noises completely diminished.

He flowed with the flow of time, lashed out against the undeniable power of the hands of the clock, transformed into sand, and followed the plot of the seconds as if they were his irrefutable leaders. He obeyed orders of time, as if nothing was worth more than the incessant passage of seconds advancing over him, making him grow in age and physique.

Submerging himself in the trance of the mercy of the conspiracies of which time made him part, and although he did not want to be intrigued in it, the pendulums of the clock tied him by the hands and feet so as never to escape from him.

Midoriya closed his eyes and belonged to the timeless universe, where time did not govern him as he pleased, but he led everything at his whim, and at those moments was when he was happy.

It was a short happiness.

And that broke his heart again.

As soon as he completed his residencies to improve his hero skills, he realized that he was a special boy.

Well, Midoriya always knew that he was special, that is, different from the others. Different in his own way, and that made up one of his attributes.

In each residence he became aware that having inherited the One For All was not a simple task to be done in a two-by-three, but a task that involved a superhuman effort to complete it correctly.

His power grew, it became a host to his blood, flowed in his veins, ignited easily, and was difficult to control.

As his power increased, fighting his comrades began to become a problem, because he was forced to restrict his Quirk because if he failed to do so would he could kill them all at once.

Those who adjusted to his intense fighting rhythm, were only two people:

Kacchan and Todoroki.

The first was guided by instinct, as well as by reason; In addition to its incredible strength and endurance against direct attacks, it was indisputable.

The second was guided by logic and good strategies, calm above all, and making decisions at high speed; In addition, he fought perfectly at a distance.

Two rivals placed on par with him.

They accommodated their Quirk, their fighting style, but not their coldly calculated strategies, their sudden blows, or the explosive force of their power.

Midoriya realized that his teachings at the residences were beneficial, as were those of his mentor.

Everything was bearing fruit sooner or later.

Without further ado, his friendship with Todoroki as he grew older, the uncertainty of staying attached to Kacchan increased.

His search paused when Kacchan approached him very much in his style, treated him gently, and supported him.

Todoroki spoke to him with his mysterious air that was visible from his pores, the few but efficient words that he expressed, his intense gaze accompanied by his bichromatic eyes and by his equally bichromatic hair.

They concluded that they were powerful rivals both in combat and in the power they had over their poor hearts.

And that confused him.

The seasons passed over him again, again in the cold winter.

The dry leaves no longer inhabited the street, the trees were left without them, and they were vulnerable due to the storm of the weather. That was how Midoriya felt when winter came; when the wind changed into icy winds, and the snowflakes melted at the touch of the tongue.

"Midoriya" A voice that was familiar enough spoke to him. Todoroki appeared in front of him when he was going back to his bedroom.

"Todoroki." He turned to see him, smiling. His friend did not reciprocate in the usual way, on the contrary, he remained serious and abstract in his attitude.

A strange presentiment lodged in him, and as soon as those bichromatic eyes stared at him with extreme intensity, his heart thumped against his chest.

"D-do you need something?" He stammered, not knowing what to do.

"There is something I noticed for a while here." He rambled on between his words, putting his graceful hand through his hair.

"What thing?" Midoriya was intrigued, swallowing hard.

"You remember when we went out that time" He began quietly. "And you ran into the guys who used to bully you in middle school?"

Midoriya nodded.

It was an occasion when he and Todoroki left school on their day off for a walk without any reason, other than enjoying the autumn airs and drinking a delicious hot chocolate under the live music playing in the public park. It was supposed to be a day to relax from the stress of having done many tasks and workouts, but no. Just as they were leaving the venue, Midoriya ran into Kacchan's friends, well, they weren't exactly his friends back then, but he tagged them as Kacchan's friends. They saw each other, greeted each other and were surprised to learn that he had indeed entered the U.A. thing that nobody believed would be fulfilled.

From that event, the relationship he had with Todoroki was transformed into a melancholic atmosphere with ambiguous feelings.

No one but Todoroki knew those guys, other than Kacchan.

Todoroki took a few steps towards him, and the situation became relative, as he didn't know what would happen in any case of the conversation, and for Midoriya the fear of uncertainty always subjected him to even greater fears than seeing his former molesters. From the past.

Todoroki's silence was simply withering.

"I remembered something after meditating it for so long" He said calmly, in a taciturn attitude. "I've known you since before I saw you here" He revealed, surprising Midoriya to the extreme.

What had he said? They knew each other since middle school?

"What?"

His senses were anesthetized.

"I don't know how to explain it well" He said awkwardly. "But, when I learned about you from the past, sometimes seeing you doubt your abilities to be a hero, the fact that you told me that Bakugou kissed you without being a couple in middle school, made me remember that I talked to you in that time"

Everything was beginning to make sense, clarity. How could he be so silly? The person he had been looking for was in front of him.

"I was affected by a Quirk" He continued. "And you spoke to me when I was lost, you helped me when I didn't ask for your help, we talked for a while, but when I learned that you saved Bakugou, I hurried you to do it in a timely manner, that's why I, that's why, you're here"

Midoriya was tearful with emotion, unable to emit a syllable from his mouth, giving himself over to crying.

So much searching for his best friend to be the young man who helped him in high school.

"I could remember" He commented, smiling a little. "Because it happened recently, a time manipulating Quirk attacked me and I came back, and when I was there that time, I remembered what I did, I remembered that I looked at your notebook that was exploited by Bakugou, that I read it with my own eyes and that you looked at me with much admiration" He approached him, caressing his head with his graceful hand. "The Quirk was short-lived, but long enough for you to be here as a U. ."

Midoriya nodded, crying tears of joy, throwing himself into the gentle arms of Todoroki, or rather, Shouto.

His memories returned to their place of origin, mixing with his now new reality, joining the present that lived in the arms of comfort of Shouto, who received him with pleasure.

We finally found each other, he thanked blessed, feeling the luckiest boy of all.

At last his search was over, but his feelings were not.

Those were still latent, reappearing in spurts, exploding and exploding, cracking and splitting into pieces of uncertainty, because now they needed to resolve the situation they had with Kacchan.

And that broke his heart.

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P.S. I wanted to do a Two-shot, but I'm missing another chapter or who knows. It is not a long fic.

It's something that came from an idea and it evolve like this. It has Katsudeku and Tododeku.

I hope you like it.