"In the divergences of time"
.
.
.
.
.
Act 1: Izuku Midoriya
Everybody can change over time.
Feelings can change, just as the seasons of the year flow in a cycle, so feelings turned in different directions, sometimes converging, sometimes coexisting, sometimes straying from their path.
However, Midoriya could be wrong countless times, including falling with the same stone and not noticing the difference in its shape and the type of stumbling that occurred.
Situations could change, but not their essence, since they would never lose the essence of their form.
The tangent of situations came to differ several times, sometimes lessening their pain, lessening their impulses, lessening the emotions themselves.
Everybody can change over time.
Some change for the worse, others for the better, depending on the experiences they had and were acquiring, more importantly, how their maturity evolved.
Each person's maturity was shown when faced with a new situation, or when their smiles emerged through different feelings.
Midoriya was aware of such circumstances, just as his memories were projected in front of him, probably and very likely he would never be the same again.
Those reflections of what was his past were as different from how he remembered them, that is, he forced himself to forget them because he wanted to have a happy relationship with Kacchan, but he never dared to comment on all the pain he caused him before being his boyfriend.
He remembered Kacchan in a very different way from what he looked at being inside time, because time showed him with the harsh truth, with hardness present in his teeth when he wanted to tear those memories.
Those thoughts passed through his head in the middle of the trip that his body was undergoing to live. The black cloud covered him from head to toe, plunging him into the imaginary fish bowl that his imagination reflected before his eyes.
He was wondering, what would be different now?
How would things change since he wasn't with the rest?
That same tangent that modified the common, that same, was the one that dominated at that very moment when his body was expelled towards him a light that emerged in the midst of all the vast and vast darkness that his eyes saw.
The tangent led him to enter that light that was increasing as his body approached her, although he felt a certain fear for what was happening without having zero control of the forces other than his own, and that the blizzard shook him forward , never looking back.
He landed face down on the pasty ground, stamping his face against the ground and his hands fitting against the grass in a reflex act to stop the fall, rather than his fall was painless.
His eyes stayed closed, catching his slow breathing, trying to tie connections in his overwhelmed brain in order to solve the problem and find Todoroki.
His hands touched the grass a little, realizing that its texture was smooth, damp, and its smell of wet grass made him think he was in an outdoor park or something.
Between his thoughts, his eyes slowly opened, as his back rose, formally regaining his senses; He got the impression that he didn't know where he was exactly, because the surroundings not only made up what was precisely wet grass, but there were also trees with different crowns, trees with fresh fruits (apple, orange, lemon, etc.), inside from that wooded landscape, mountains were seen in the distance.
Where I am? He asked himself confused, scared.
He looked down and gave a small cry of fright when he saw that he was not wearing his hero costume, but clothes from the medieval times. He was definitely not in the world that he knew, the world of the 21st century, perhaps and very perhaps, the century in which he was located still he didn't discover it, but he would end up doing it.
Meanwhile, he realized that there were no signs of civilization anywhere, nor was the presence of humans near him; It didn't take long for him to realize he was completely alone in the middle of an unfamiliar terrain.
Could it be that Todoroki is looking for me? He questioned himself, moving his eyes around as if someone were yelling at him, still having a little hope of hearing him.
A part of him feared because of the bewilderment of the place, but on the other hand, he felt an intense emotion dominate his senses and that prompted him to gradually take up the initiative to find his soulmate as soon as possible.
Don't worry, Todoroki, because I'm coming for you.
Act 2: Katsuki
The strange thing was soldered on firm iron, it was united to a curious silhouette of lucubrations when listening a little resonance, a little sanity and a mantle of consolation that covered him completely.
The strange thing about the passing of the years was that she could not understand everything exactly, she did not even understand how it was that his boyfriend was unconscious on a bed, after the night before he had him in his room, in his arms, on his lips.
What was happening while everyone cared about his boyfriend and the half-and-half bastard, and no one explained anything to him?
Why did his boyfriend didn't speak?
Why didn't he take him by the hand and give him a tender kiss on the lips?
Why wasn't he smiling at him?
What he saw after the group one of his classmates had started the race in the speed test, was his boyfriend, his Deku, slowly collapse, falling first to his knees to the ground, followed by a series of strange babbles about the color blue and the stars, then some screaming and finally he passed out, going forward in a kind of surrender to the void, which left him stunned, not understanding anything.
Somehow, he sensed that Deku was hiding something from him and that was related to his current condition.
And that detail referred to many years ago, perhaps from the beginning when they met in childhood.
They met long before entering preschool, since they lived in the same neighborhood, and it so happened that their moms got along well and therefore were friends.
Katsuki ended late than early knowing the tender and small Izuku Midoriya, noting that the boy had striking freckles, huge eyes that denoted everything that went through his mind, a small and delicate body, hands just as small and wearing tennis shoes very striking reds.
That boy caught his attention for being so small and fragile, fitting perfectly with the image he had in mind of the type of person he wanted to protect as a hero.
As soon as they met, a somewhat strange and amorphous friendship arose, since it didn't have a fixed sequence, rather than guided by perpendicular lines, lines that did not stop moving forward and crossing at some point, and then dispersed until breaking and changing again in shape.
It was very difficult to get along with Izuku, because he didn't fit in with the other children in his neighborhood; Izuku was considered the weirdo, the nerd, the one who spoke to himself, the one who was the fan of All Might to die for.
He often heard murmurs about Izuku, bad murmurs about him, for simply being a different boy from the rest.
It was daily for him to hear that they complained about Izuku every day, almost as a habit every morning, but to him it went through one ear and came out the other. He didn't believe the lies they told about Izuku, because he knew exactly who Izuku was.
His friendship was very good at first, it could even be said that healthy, compared to how he transformed thanks to his selfishness and pride that were always the convergents that would take him away from it.
They saw each other every day, they played in the neighborhood park where they lived, they went to kindergarten together, ate in each other's houses, and spent much of their day watching All Might videos and playing heroes battling evil. For Katsuki they were very funny moments, which he kept even in his present with great care that no one knew about that side of Izuku that only he knew.
In his childhood, he felt like the person who knew Izuku the best, because in addition to his friendship, he gave him the nickname "Deku", the nickname of which, he would assume as a proof of possession over him. Deku means someone who cannot do anything.
And why did he put it?
Because he wanted to be sure that Deku, the useless one who can do nothing, was on his side always.
Originally, it hadn't been his idea to start with that, but when he heard from his mother that one of the ways to show affection towards a person was not to treat them well, but rather, bully them and speak ill to them. That consisted of a defense mechanism, a mechanism for not openly admitting his feelings towards Deku, which he wasn't prepared to do.
That strategy wasn't the most optimal to win the affections of the nerd, perhaps and never was, because it also didn't ensure a feeling of victory when that pair of green eyes looked at him, he didn't see behind his pupils a corresponding feeling, more than pure fear and scare in reference to him.
It didn't take long for him to realize that he caused him fear, and Katsuki didn't like that, he didn't like it at all.
He didn't like Deku running away from him, he didn't like his beautiful green eyes to look at him scared, he didn't like that his small body trembled just by seeing him pass, and above all he didn't like his rejection.
Katsuki hated the feeling of being rejected over and over by Deku.
So he resorted to bullying, even though it was wrong to do so, but he was so frustrated that he couldn't get what he wanted to possess that more than anything it was better to destroy it.
Demolish it and crush it until there were no reminiscences of what it was.
He held on ever since he found out that Deku hadn't been born with a Quirk, because at the age of four his individuality manifested and gradually developed, but Deku, well, he didn't develop any individuality, lagging behind the rest.
It irritated him to see him so desolate and sad for not having a Quirk, as well as being attacked by the other preschool students for being so useless.
Those children concluded that Deku wasn't a special boy.
They all went against Deku, no matter how much time passed, the insults and humiliations towards the freckled boy didn't stop as long as he resisted all his nonsense.
When Katsuki entered the third year of middle school, his wishes could no longer be contained as easily as in childhood, and above all, they gushed out when he learned that Deku wanted to enter the UA.
A boy without Quirk entering the best school of heroes? Deku was insane if he wanted to enter that school, he wouldn't survive the first day with his head held high.
He didn't admit it, but he was dead with worry when he imagined that the tender and sweet Deku would get hurt in the physical exam of entrance to the UA and what followed from then on. He feared for Deku's sake, ever since he learned that he had been born without Quirk, he worried about his well-being.
Keeping him safe was one of his priorities, that's why he dedicated himself to taking that idea out of his head, taking it from him at once, ripping it out if necessary, so as not to see him injured in the middle of the exam.
Katsuki couldn't bear to have a clear conscience if something happened to Deku.
Her desire to protect him came out in effervescent amounts, taking him to extremes that he didn't think would come to him in his life. It didn't take long for him to suppress his desire to have him, to stop him from being a hero, to make him see how much he worried that he would risk his life in vain.
All those feelings, those harmful thoughts, those longings, all that led him to put his pride aside and dare and kiss him.
He had his first kiss with Deku in an non-romantic environment, nothing detailed, more than pure instinct and aggressiveness, since he didn't know how to be gentle with the product of his affections.
Kissing Deku, he realized that his lips were soft, with a sweet and warm flavor that clutched his senses and crystallized them in remnants of calm colors, those colors that only accompanied his feelings in one.
He soon realized that kissing Deku was an addictive act, an addiction worse than drugs, worse than any other substance for the body. There was something on his lips that made him a slave to his sweetness and warmth, there was something that drove him mad every time he kissed him and he couldn't get off his mouth.
Who was going to say that he would become addicted to kissing Deku?
Neither was he the right spectator to criticize himself, or worse, to lynch himself.
However, he knew deep within himself, that Deku didn't reciprocate that feeling, that is, Deku didn't want him in the same way.
It frustrated him a lot not knowing what was going through Deku's head, because everything was so confusing when he saw him in the distance, when their eyes crossed in the classroom, when he felt him close to him.
It frustrated him not knowing that he was reciprocated by the origin of his feelings, being reciprocated by the person who drove him crazy, by the person who made him feel alive, feeling the need to protect him forever.
Why did Deku not understand?
What did Katsuki needed to do for Deku to see him the same way?
It hurt.
It hurt not knowing that their feelings were reciprocal.
How to make the nerd see his feeling?
His frustration dumped him into Deku, unleashed her by telling him to kill himself, his notebook exploded, humiliated him and made him cry, made him cry with bitterness. He did it so that he didn't want to become a hero.
Deku would die trying.
Although he regretted inciting him to suicide, he kissed him passionately that same day in the empty classroom of his living room, hoping it was enough for Deku to surrender once and for all of his dream.
That day he looked at him more willing to kiss him, so he felt triumphant in his role, but in case of doubt, he gave him again the warning not to enter the UA before leaving the classroom.
At least he believed so, as soon as the slime monster attacked him, the one least expected to do so appeared: Deku.
The boy without a Quirk was running to save him.
He was moved and at the same time terrified to see him risking his life to save him, without having the powers to do so, but his willpower was immeasurable, intangible within the world of the tangible.
Those green eyes looked at him and only him, enough to think that he underestimated him during all that time, because Deku had always treated him as an equal, and not as a difference between whether one has a Quirk and the other doesn't have one.
Katsuki became angry after being saved by the sublime intervention of All Might, because he was wrong to assume everything on his own, believing himself the hero and protector of Deku and having been wrong, he deviated from approaching him for a time.
He was wrong for being such an idiot to assume things, for taking everything for granted and taking conclusions on his own without knowing the whole version.
He reigned over his own ego and ruined everything with Deku.
When he entered the UA holding the number one position, he was surprised that Deku owned a Quirk, also, challenging him and emerging a new series of contradictory emotions that piled up inside him, without frankly knowing where to settle or how to erase of your system.
He was intrigued to learn that the innocent and tender boy without Quirk suddenly appeared before his eyes, having a Quirk, similar like All Might, for not saying that they were the same power.
He felt cheated by Deku, worse, deceived and mocked by him, who chose him as the subject with whom he would discharge all his frustrations and tantrums to feel superior; but over time, he realized that he gained nothing by continuing to underestimate him because at the end of the day, Deku proved him to be a much better hero than him.
Deku showed him how talented he could be, how great his strategies were, how his facial gestures became serious and fixated on the target when he was given a test.
Helplessness and frustration mixed inside him and he was forced to accept his feelings once and for all, assimilating that he was indeed in love with Deku.
He always was and always will be.
As soon as he confessed his feelings to Deku, he closed his eyes and let him kiss him, which he took as the nerd finally corresponded his feelings.
However, his momentary happiness didn't last long, more than a few weeks, because apparently he was the only one who believed that he was in a relationship with Deku, because he turned away from him and ignored him again.
It made him think:
Was I the only one who thought we were dating? But, I thought that everything was already cleared up between us.
Poor Katsuki was devastated by Deku's rejection.
Does Deku not love me?
He bothered to come to that true, but sad conclusion; Because Deku didn't reciprocate him, he didn't love him back.
The pain of being rejected tasted bitter, a stinking scent in the environment that didn't go away with anything, a poison in the body that settled with resilience, a pain that did not erase no matter how hard I tried to isolate that burning feeling.
And if there was one thing that bothered Katsuki the most it was the half and half bastard. He hated that guy with all his might and with all the desire to kill him and get him off the planet as soon as possible.
That bastard was the cause of all the bad that existed in his life, since Deku was that bastard's best friend without shame, and also, among them there was an undeniable chemistry that no friendship had been seen in group 1A.
Deku and Todoroki seemed to be cut by the same scissors, held together by non-stick glue, intertwined by a conspiracy that was created against him so that Deku wouldn't love him back.
If Katsuki were asked who the most hated person in the world was, he wouldn't hesitate to answer that Todoroki Shouto was the worst person on the entire planet for being a meddlesome bastard, a boy with trauma and a bad influence on Deku.
Although, just when he was on the verge of accepting that he would live with an unrequited love for the rest of his life, he was kidnapped by the league of villains, just that. The damn league of villains kidnapped him in front of his classmates at summer camp, but if he hadn't been kidnapped, he wouldn't have had a chance to see Deku running towards him, to run to save him again. However, it wasn't like that time when he saved him with other eyes, but, these were his eyes that looked at him with another perspective, another feeling. They looked at him with love. This being the first time he saw love in those beautiful green eyes, a love for him, a love and terror of seeing him being taking away from him.
Katsuki shared that feeling of fear and love at the same time, because he didn't want Deku to get hurt, even though he was already hurt, but still his concerns for the nerd didn't dissipate from existing, but rather, endured.
He was rescued shortly after being kidnapped, he was rescued by the boy he liked, and from there was the genesis of many thoughts regarding Deku, because he figured that he could never protect him, it lit a flame of fear in him knowing that he was escaping from his hands, that he would flee from his grasp again.
Katsuki would never admit it, as it would be to humiliate himself dry, and that would destroy his pride, but he didn't know what to do with those feelings that grew and accumulated in a riotous waste of sensations.
It was an internal struggle that didn't cease to exist, more than becoming and growing, more than sprouting and flourishing, more than emptying itself and then refilling.
At some point he would reach his limit and when he reached his limit, it was by not passing the provisional licensed exam, the anger and humiliation of not passing, was the trigger that he wanted to vent everything that was eating away at him during the day.
He would let Deku know that he knew where he deduced his powers came from, as well as let him know how much his rejection of years of trying to win his affections hurt him.
He sensed that the fight had no meaning for Deku, but it did for him.
When he proclaimed his victory, having Deku under him, he confessed to him.
"I like you, Kacchan!" Those words that he dreamed of hearing so much, but that he didn't process instantly, but the second time he repeated it and followed by his regret that he hadn't realized his feelings towards him before.
Katsuki was finally reciprocated.
There was no better happiness than being reciprocal in his feelings.
And he sealed his new relationship, kissing him, tasting the taste of those lips that fascinated him so much and cured him of any discomfort he had in his body.
Act 3: Izuku Midoriya
People changed their entire length, in the extent of their symmetry, but kept their names intact.
Midoriya was a conscious being who worked in silence, at least, he was doing so in the world of the inside, in a world that didn't provide pain equal to sensations that consumed him awake and asleep.
There were no torture, insults, or humiliations for being a Quirkless boy.
People changed in all their proliferation, from their atoms to the facial expressions that became different in the face of new situations, new people and new stimuli from time and their reasons for being.
Midoriya walked along a vast path of thick greenery and a smell of freshness that engulfed his senses, also relaxing him from continuing to move in his search.
The trail was narrow, allowing room for a single person to pass through it.
The time he had been in that state was not relevant, since he didn't even wear a watch on his attire, more than his clothes and his unbreakable spirit.
The sun indicated that it was barely like three o'clock in the afternoon, but maybe it wasn't, other than pure banal deductions.
He headed down another path that apparently ran down a plain and had caught a glimpse of a possible existence of a human civilization, because he saw some smoke emerging from a chimney, i.e. the kind of smoke he deduced to come from a chimney, not because he saw a chimney, since he did not see something of that magnitude so far from a plain.
He headed down that path, hoping to find some sign that would lead him to see Todoroki. He was mortified not to see it, or not to hear from him, but he sensed that in a short time he would find him safe and sound.
Midoriya didn't know for sure why he was in medieval times, he didn't know as much as he wanted to think about it.
How relevant was it to its origin in the Middle Ages?
Was it that his connection to Todoroki arose from so long ago, when the technology didn't even exist? What to say, not even the first industrial revolution.
However, he did not look at the place where he was with hatred, his thirst to drink water did not diminish, but it did reassure him to know that he was surrounded by a landscape as beautiful as the one he was walking.
Midoriya knew that if he wanted to survive the time he was in, he needed to find a good place to spend the night and get food and water as soon as possible, that's why he began to increase the pace of his strides and if necessary, use his Quirk, because he hadn't used it since he got to this place.
What he didn't t see coming, was that suddenly, something tied to his ankle and pulled him forward, falling precipitously backwards, hitting his head on the ground; Whatever grabbed him, dragged him across the ground like bait, then he heard the gallop of a horse galloping toward the front, and that was what drove him to be dragged.
Midoriya looked up and caught a glimpse of a man riding atop the horse, wearing a medieval knight's sword and armor.
Amazing, he thought wonderfully.
It was his first contact with a medieval person since he arrived there, and despite being amazed at being dragged by a medieval knight, he deduced that he needed to break free of the rope tie and start his journey elsewhere.
If he let himself be dragged, perhaps his hair would take him prisoner or something similar, so he chose to activate his Quirk and using his Shoot Style, broke the rope in a relatively simple and easy to execute movement.
The knight realized instantly that he had let go of the rope and turned the horse and began another ride in his direction. Midoriya was frightened and even using his Quirk, he climbed a tree in his defense, however, he needed to obtain the knight's sword to be able to defend himself in a time as violent as medieval.
Although Kacchan mocked him for knowing certain traits of the Middle Ages, at this time, they were being useful to him for his survival at that time.
The knight found him immediately where he was climbing, challenged him to get off, which he refused for fear of being stabbed by the sword. The knight told him that he didn't appear to be from those lands, to which he replied that he didn't belong to those lands, referring to him as a simple foreigner who was lost and looking for his best friend who was currently lost.
The knight believed him after all, and didn't declare war against him, but rather, pointed out where the nearest town was and gave him some bread that he still kept in his pocket wrapped in a handkerchief.
Midoriya thanked him for his kindness, and began his direct trip to the town that the knight told him, being escorted by himself, since he was heading to the same place.
He mentioned his need to get a sword for his survival, and the knight took him to a weapons store where he obtained a high-quality sword and a blade that would cut a person to pieces from a sole agitation, so he chose to stay his first night in that town, in the company of the knight who gave him shelter and food.
He fell asleep, thinking about what was coming if he didn't rush to find Todoroki, but he required a good knowledge of the area where he was located, as well as knowing the regions where his soul mate was located.
Having a soulmate meant searching for him, protecting him and joining him, so if he stayed locked in a simple town he would not find him soon.
The next morning, he said goodbye to the knight who helped him and began his journey in search of Todoroki, keeping low expectations and high hopes that everything would turn out well, even a little.
If he came to think about everything he left behind, he didn't regret it, there was no possibility of seeing behind his shoulder the pain he allowed himself to leave behind because it was such that he did not think he was still alive. Many times he reflected that his life was nothing more than a mirage that rotted his youth, a mirror that reflected from his certainty a truth that hurt.
In the outside world he abandoned the hope that his life would vanish, that the youth would get the best of him and extract every drop of his being until he was stripped of everything that protected him.
Being the bearer of the OFA carried the greatest responsibility of all that had been given to him, a responsibility that not even in his remotest dreams dared to imagine.
How was it possible that everything was fading, being so far from the human that he ever was?
The body that was once the boy without a Quirk.
On one of the roads he took on another path, he sank to drink water in a river that he managed to hear a few meters from where he was walking, and according to his deductions, if there was a river, there was the possibility that there was another town somewhere.
Then, Midoriya deviated from the path and went in the direction of the river, thus managing to eat some fruits of the forest and incidentally, a small bag was built to put the fruits, taking advantage of the surrounding nature.
He was impressed by the ease of adaptation he was developing in medieval times, it was as if he had belonged to it.
A hunch told him that he would soon find Todoroki within the entire vast forest, because he was his soulmate, and as his soulmate destined to be with him, he would protect and care for him. That was what he must have done from the beginning.
Late in the afternoon, he ran into a woman carrying her baby, accompanied by a man. They both looked like commoners, from the type of clothing they wore.
They were scared to see him, because he was carrying a sword, Midoriya understood instantly that they feared the sword, because possibly he was an assassin disguised as a good and noble peasant.
"I'm not a murderer" Was what he told them, showing his pure smile.
The man prevailed between the woman and the baby with the sole intention of protecting them, raising a shovel with a pickaxe to defend himself. To all this Midoriya clarified that he was using a search, explaining that he was a foreigner looking for his lost partner. Seeing his eviction, they looked at him less suspicious than at the beginning, a sign that Midoriya took advantage of to tell part of the truth, since if he told them that it came from the future, they would call him insane.
"I want to find him" He pleaded sadly. "I don't know where he could have gone, I have to find him to be able to return to my town"
That said, the woman said a few words to the man, who was allegedly her husband, and he gave her the benefit of the doubt.
"Do you have magic of any kind?" Asked the man, cautious.
I own the One For All, but you guys are not ready to see that power.
"No" He answered clearly.
"Have you ever been cursed?"
I've been mistreated and lynched all my life, he thought painfully.
"No." He replied again.
"One more question and we'll see if we can help you" The man warned, to which Midoriya nodded. "How old are you?"
"Sixteen years" He mentioned in a white gesture.
Why did they asked his age?
Will it have any relevance to know his age?
Who knows, Midoriya was as sincere as he could be, without being rude and without attacking commoners with the OFA.
When he told them his age, they gave him asylum in his home, also giving him dinner and a bed to spend the night.
It was not the food he was used to, mostly eating seeds and meat cut and roasted without marinating, but he didn't complain because he had the opportunity to live with a medieval family in the comfort of their home, which he didn't think appropriate in his years of student.
The family treated him well, they were kind and told him that he was in an agricultural town, where in seasons of prosperity they were very good at the products and thanks to the harvests they gathered enough to survive during the winter seasons.
Midoriya knew much of the town and its inhabitants, being friendly and smiling (as was his personality), thus coming to attract the attention of a clay merchant, who offered him employment in his business, since he was an old man who needed a hand to make some deliveries, Midoriya was surprised at that request, but the man who let him stay the night in his house told him that it was a good opportunity to accept the job, because that way, he would earn money to buy a horse and that his walk wouldn't be so agitated.
He was convinced to accept the job and was assigned to deliver clay merchandise in the surroundings, even going to other towns in the same area and deliver orders for clay pots, or any other product of the same material.
He wouldn't tell them that he used his Quirk to deliver things faster, but using his power helped him keep people from struggling as much to receive what they asked for.
Well, he used five percent of his full power, but it was enough to do all the work.
The merchant paid him quite well, like the family that gave him lodging the first day, they became attached to him and decided to lodge him during his stay in town.
Midoriya couldn't have been happier; living with a friendly family, making deliveries, having a salary not so graceful, but passable, seeing the vegetation surrounding him, and witnessing the agricultural activity that was carried out in the town. It was all incredible.
He raised money to buy a backpack to put his tools in, and he also bought a better case for his sword in the next town, all so that his preparation to go in search of Todoroki was better.
In his free time in the town, he practiced the use of the sword, also building dolls that he stuffed with alfalfa that hinted to be knights or any other bandit who wanted to steal the few belongings he owned in the world inside. He began to practice three hours a day, even four.
Forming new muscles in his body, becoming even more resistant than before, noticing it when on one of those days when he needed to go to the next town, he didn't see the need to use OFA, because his body got used to moving fast and agile without its use.
Sometimes he wondered how his body would be in the outside world, or how long it had been since he arrived in the Middle Ages, because he had already gotten used to living there, to the food, to the vegetation, to the employment with the old man, to the villagers who treated him as a kind and friendly foreigner, to the usual tours he made constantly, to brandish the sword, and more than anything, to contemplate what before went unnoticed: life itself.
The life that always took for granted not being accepted as it was, the life that often did not bring him a blessing, or a soft rejoicing of warmth. He didn't allow himself to enjoy life itself, until he got there, until he detached himself from the world outside to see everything that was lost there.
He saw with open eyes what he often cried out to receive: the warmth and joy of a place to belong to.
If this was what was called a sense of belonging, he had never felt it firsthand. He had imagined it, but not lived it.
However, nothing is forever and soon she would raise enough money to leave, because he still hadn't forgotten the reason why he was there.
Unfortunately, the day would come when he would have to wake up and distance himself from what he longed to have in his hands, in front of his eyes.
It was curious that he didn't miss the outside, nor his facilities to communicate with others and his different clothes. He didn't miss what he left because he was happy learning to brandish the sword, to belong to a place, to have a salary, to see the growth of that baby he met when meeting that family long ago, because he didn't even keep track of the time he had been living there.
What he managed to deduce in his moments of reflection was that Kacchan would surely be missing him a lot, and he was suffering for his absence.
That confusion came to mind just thinking about his boyfriend, the person who loved him madly and deeply, but he was very comfortable in the middle ages, although he missed Kacchan's kisses and caresses.
He was in that dilemma when he remembered Kacchan.
His heart sank as he imagined him every time he closed his eyes, seeing his red eyes, his harsh voice, his hand intertwined with his, his strong hugs, his kisses. Kacchan's kisses were what he missed the most!
Kacchan ... I'm sorry for leaving you alone, he apologized when he was alone under the shade of a tree and saw that the rain would soon come, devastating the entire town in a storm. I was so selfish when I left without telling you the reason why I started this search, please forgive me Kacchan, I'll be back soon.
When the storm had subsided and the sky was clear, Midoriya had just said goodbye to the family that hosted him at his home, and the merchant the employee gave him, and the rest of the town. That was the day when he would go to buy the horse in the other town next door, and he would continue looking for Todoroki.
Sorry for the delay, Todoroki, I'm on my way to find you.
.
.
.
.
.
P.S. I decided that this part would divide it into acts, one of Kacchan because he hadn't had his participation in the plot, and the one we already knew that of Midoriya, who is the protagonist of this story.
Midoriya is in the medieval times looking for Todoroki, while Kacchan is remembering his entire relationship with Midoriya from the beginning.
Midoriya will soon find Todoroki
I hope you liked this chapter.