"Nomad condition"

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Act 4: Izuku Midoriya

Midoriya left the town, going first to the next town, keeping in mind that he would buy a horse with all the money he saved.

Arriving at the town, he managed to enter easily, passing through some of the people who had bought him the clay material from the merchant he had been working with during his stay in the previous town.

Some habitants greeted him kindly, and he reciprocated with the same kind gesture, barely settling down to his nomadic status.

The nomadic condition caused him some fear, since without a sense of belonging had been obtained, and yet, now he had just come off that sense of belonging to a place and people.

Being a nomad implied having a sense of responsibility to take care of oneself, it implied having more attention and greater ability to react to the storms of the climate and the scarcity of resources, it implied not depending on anyone since you only had yourself.

He ate vegetable stew (it contained carrots, onions, celery, and other vegetables) with cooked potatoes (which had more of a paste-like texture than a normal stew), accompanied by a loaf of bread fresh from the oven. Midoriya liked to eat freshly baked bread very much, being those moments those that most enjoyed the food. In places like those towns, the peasants who only spent one night or at most two, ate in communal dining rooms for them, and that was the place Midoriya occupied.

The food of that town was nothing compared to his previous residence, but he didn't complain when saying that a plate of food was a plate of food, since poverty in the Middle Ages was quite common and was most of the population in the large cities of the time also made up agriculture, one of the advances that was made thanks to the peasants and their need to survive during the four seasons of the year with assured food.

Midoriya ate comfortably, noting that some peasants who looked at food with frugality resided and he didn't like that, because you had to always be grateful to have a plate of food (that was what his mother taught him when he was little).

Being grateful to him was an important trait that came with being human; Perhaps the medieval peasants and commoners don't understand, because it's a very backward time in terms of knowledge and science, but despite this, at least they struggled to have a plate of food a day.

He easily had more than three plates of food per day, while in the medieval times it was barely enough for two plates of food and if he was lucky, three plates of food.

If there was something that medieval times was teaching him, it was to be grateful, more than he already was in the outside world, because residing in these times of poverty and many wars and diseases, implied having an enormous spirit of survival and giving thanks every day to survive the previous one and continue surviving and resisting difficult times, because yes, living in the midst of everything, was excessively difficult.

Not only the freezing nights, but resisting the storms of everything and the inclement storms that, after all, ended up being atrocious.

Midoriya finished eating, returning the dish to the ladies who had prepared it and retired to the market, where they sold both simple tools to some tools for harvesting, wet and dry herbs, farm animals, among other things.

It caught his attention where they housed the horses outdoors, finding shortly after observing them at a discreet distance to the owner of the horses, from which he was accommodating horseshoes.

Midoriya told him that he was looking to acquire a horse for his trip, offering him a good amount of money, hooking up the lord, from whom he later showed him each of the ten horses he sold. He saw each of the horses for sale, making a comment here and there.

However, Midoriya didn't bought any horse.

While he was looking at the horses, he didn't feel the urge to buy one, because he could resist the trip on his own, and if something happened, he didn't want the horse to be hurt on the course and carry with the awareness that someone innocent died in the way. And he wasn't like that, he wouldn't risk the life of someone innocent for personal reasons, much less in a mission that was his to fulfill by himself.

He left the town, taking the bad look of the seller and the good luck of the other residents of the place.

What he left behind would remain carved in his memory for the rest of the time he had sanity; meanwhile, he went to the next town that was two hours away, firmly holding on to his ideals, in which that manifestation of decision was noted with his concentrated gesture and his right hand wielding the sword from its sheath.

The feeling of strength, the insatiable source of energy overflowing from his pores accompanied Midoriya in his journey, in which he was skirting between the paths so that the sun didn't penetrate him as much and exhausted him faster than anticipated.

He stopped on the way to climb a tree of orange trees and take some fruits from it, then he went digging through the bushes taking a fist of red fruits that would serve him for the next stops he chose to make.

He kept the food he collected, feeling like a nomad that he saw in history classes and his high school classmates didn't take it seriously or it seemed absurd to see these topics in class, something that was not for him The same way, because he liked to learn about everything they taught him in class, about heroes, about everything.

The joke of learning is the expansion of knowledge and that was helping him a lot in his experience in the Middle Ages; Besides, he wasn't bored being alone as he used to be, or rather, as he thought he was.

Midoriya hated being alone for most of his life, hated loneliness, but admitted that he liked it since entering high school and was reflecting, but sometimes they were interrupted because he had to come back and make an appearance in the bedroom because if not, Kacchan would be bothered by his absence.

Loneliness accompanied him on his journey, since seeing nature reassured him, gave him a lot of calm to keep going.

The only thing missing was finding a place to sleep, but for the rest, everything was in perfect harmony.

The sunset soon arrived and with it, the fresh wind that sprayed his face in magnificent splendor, since the orange hue that he contemplated from the sky enchanted him with overflowing joy.

Midoriya seldom had to see sunset as beautiful as that since he entered the UA, although since he was living at this time, he had to witness sunsets as beautiful as that one. He always liked to see them.

It was the world of colors that he liked to see, the different colors mixing with each other and creating scenarios worth seeing.

"This is great" He sighed, feeling blessed by what he had to experience in flesh and blood, at the height of feeling the flesh of his body throb in charm, without shame, without uttering a word after expressing his feelings in that brief moment.

That night he slept climbed from an apple tree, sheltering himself from nothing more than a blanket that the family that hosted him had given him, in case he didn't sleep in a town or city-state and was forced to spend the night in the middle of the forest outdoors.

He clung to his sword, falling asleep peacefully as he laid his head on the soft, warm trunk of the tree.

Nomad status wasn't being so bad after all, after all, it was pushing him to increase his sense of survival and ability to endure whatever was challenging.

The next morning, he set off as he felt the first ray of sunlight settle on his forehead, subtly changing his eye, causing him to wake up slowly, but pleased to have had a good restful sleep.

He had a little fruit breakfast in segments, followed by drinking a little water, and so Midoriya continued with his exhaustive search, entering the town that preceded the previous one, buying loaves of bread and yellow cheese with a strong smell, but that would help him to satisfy his hunger along the way.

However, some bandits tried to rob him when he finished paying for his bread and the baker put it in a cloth bag. It was his first match in the Middle Ages.

It was three against one, Midoriya carrying the disadvantage as it was a single person, but the bandits didn't anticipate that he was really good with the sword and hand-to-hand combat. So Midoriya used his strategic skills to win, also gaining the trust of the residents who saw him fight and successively, they took the men to the medieval jail, later thanking Midoriya for his work, which he was very pleased to see, to be of help to strangers, because that was the work of a hero.

As he left that town to go to the next one, the baker gave him two more loaves of bread and a piece of yellow cheese to accompany him on his trip.

Amazing, he thought, feeling lucky for his intervention.

This is what I can do, Kacchan, he conjured with a smile that detonated the meaning of victory leaving the town.

This is what I can do and more…

Act 5: Katsuki

It was unfair to him that Deku was unconscious for at least two hours straight with no preamble in between, no movements emitted from his body. Nothing.

Impatience built up inside him simmering, being a snubbed feeling and quite disgusting for the rude Katsuki, who just wanted his boyfriend safe and sound.

Perhaps he didn't say it often, even if the situation required it, but he did love him, he loved him too much to be able to contain him inside and seeing that he didn't wake up and no matter how much Recovery Girl did to find the problem, his boyfriend didn't had anything. Not an abnormality in Deku's body. Not even one.

It was very rare that they would find nothing in his body, nor a physical affection such as a fever, or even a head injury, but nothing to find in him, not even a trace of a sign.

Of course, he noticed that Deku had woke up very tired that day and had huge dark circles that looked like bat wings dangling from each eye hung from his eyelids. In the classes they had, he could hear his yawning, his head loosening and hanging in a pendulum shape.

It was strange, because his usual smiling and smiling attitude was not in his features, nor in his cheerful and warm voice. Deku wasn't like that, he wasn't a boy who expressed exhaustion in such an obvious way as he did that morning.

He was puzzled at first with him, then annoyed at his foolishness in telling him to rest, and then worried to the bone when he saw him collapse to the ground the way he did.

Nothing fit with anything and just looking at Deku lying there like a dead man was almost impossible to bear, what to say? Of carrying in the soul.

If the reason his boyfriend lay unconscious was given by the half and half bastard, he wouldn't hesitate to beat him to death with his bare hands, and if possible, demolish and destroy him. How he hated that loathsome friend of his boyfriend.

He remembered the feeling he had experienced since he got into a boyfriend with Deku, and the thought that he wouldn't struggle so much in dealing with the half and half bastard in the middle, but he was wrong to think that.

The half and half bastard meddled several times in their relationship, getting into and talking to his boyfriend every now and then as the owner of the universe.

However, that didn't exempt Katsuki from feeling in the clouds for having the best boyfriend of all; In addition, he treated Deku the best as possible, taking him to places that he liked, treating him with care and respect, not exceeding himself when they kissed, hugging him very tightly and made sure not to bother him, he took him by the hand, he held him. He walked through the romantic places of the city, among other things.

He was trying to be the best boyfriend to please Deku, because the least Deku deserved was to be treated well, since he treated him badly during the rest of his childhood and part of his adolescence, when he shouldn't be treated that way.

It gave him great pleasure to see him smile, to hear him laugh, which filled his heart with joy, envisioned him improving as a person little by little and supported him.

Once he took him home on one of the breaks the school gave them and that visit ended in disaster, since his mother was reckless behind Deku, causing him nervousness and shrugging like a snail. Poor Deku was getting his nerves overboard.

Katsuki, not tolerating seeing his boyfriend in that state, took him to his room, locking up the door.

"It's a nuisance to have my parents here at home" It was what he said, complaining.

Deku laughed, putting a hand over his, unleashing a shudder through his body.

"Don't worry, Kacchan"

"Tsk" He clicked his tongue, lacing his boyfriend's fingers between his hand. "Stupid Deku"

"I'm glad you took me to your house, Kacchan." He lunged to wrap his arms around his waist, snuggling his head against his chest. Katsuki blushed, simmering at the feeling and warmth that his boyfriend's presence emanated from him. "So I can see the Kacchan that I haven't seen since we were kids"

"Idiot" He said it with no intention of offending him, giving in to the heat of his boyfriend. Deku was too pure to exist.

Katsuki didn't want Deku to remember those moments, although it was useless to pretend that they didn't happen, because after all, he provoked them for being so stupid.

Deku detached himself slightly from his chest, looking at him with an overflowing smile. He hugged him tighter, straightening his head, giving him a kiss on his forehead and on each of his cheeks, which were so soft and delicate to the touch.

Deku blushed, through in Katsuki's eyes he looked adorable, and without being able to resist, he gave him several kisses all over his face, fond and longing for every little detail of his boyfriend, because nothing was ever enough when it came to him.

He hugged him very tightly, snuggling his chin on his shoulder after kissing him.

"I know I don't tell you so often" He said cautiously, catching the attention of his boyfriend, who listened attentively. "But, I love you, Deku" He dropped those words like a bomb; He felt him tremble in his grip, to which he smiled. "I love you so much, Deku" He reinforced gently.

"M-me too, Kacchan" He replied shyly, growing small. "I love you" Katsuki chuckled with pleasure, stroking his curls with one of his hands, drawing his head closer to his chest.

There was no better time that he enjoyed at Deku's side, knowing that he was reciprocated, because it took years without being reciprocal and being rejected by him.

He knew that Deku cared, because he took him to places he liked to go to, like spicy food restaurants, he took him to the premieres of horror movies, he took him to amusement parks, among other things.

Then, he realized that the relationship was fair, full of good times, a healthy coexistence and not hiding things, well, the last thing he wanted to believe, that there would be no more secrets between them, but perhaps he expected too much.

There was a time when Deku seemed sad, but disguised him by outlining passable smiles, avoiding his gaze. Katsuki didn't like to see that, because he was very worried about seeing his boyfriend sad, but to his displeasure, Todoroki told him that Deku planned to jump off the roof that same day that passed, which he found out about this, ran with his heart in his mouth and worry overflowing from his being.

As he stepped out onto the roof, he saw that Deku was swinging forward, fear and an instinct to want to save him draw inordinate force from his body, stopping him from jumping off the roof; Furthermore, when their eyes crossed, he saw that they were lifeless, without the desire to know anything and to hear nothing.

It made him desperate not to understand what was going through his boyfriend's mind, he was intrigued to know what was happening to him, to know why he was jumping from the roof, what was the need to do it? Their relationship was supposed to be good, well, it was supposed to… Katsuki was devastated that his boyfriend had those desires and it was his purpose to remove that idea from his mind, in case it happened again.

From there, he became a very cloying boyfriend, putting his boyfriend on a pedestal in terms of his dealings and ways of speaking to him, lowering two stripes on his aggressive attitude. He knew that Deku didn't want to force him to do it, but he ignored him, because he felt that he deserved all the good things possible in the world.

Also, Katsuki knew that there was something between Todoroki and Deku, but he didn't want to meddle in the matter, since if he did, he would probably make his boyfriend uncomfortable with the subject and that was not his intention.

On one of those occasions, they were walking through the neighborhood of his childhood holding hands, and they met his former tormentors, which made Deku very uncomfortable and shrunk in front of them, standing shyly behind him.

Katsuki realized that he must protect his boyfriend at all costs.

"Katsuki, what are you doing with Midoriya?" Asked his old friend with long hair. "Weren't you supposed to hate quirkless boys?"

"Yes, don't you remember you bullied him?" The other with black hair added.

"Deku is my boyfriend" He stated, imposing his body so that they didn't scare Deku. His old friends were shocked, astonished.

"How did it happen, Katsuki?" The straight hair questioned "You were supposed to hate him"

"Didn't you tell him to jump off the roof?" The dark-haired complimented, a trigger that unleashed Katsuki to click his tongue and get angry.

"Don't say things about me that you don't know!" Katsuki warned.

"But, Katsuki, we thought you hated quirlkess guys" The straight hair said in disbelief.

"K-Kacchan" His boyfriend's delicate hands rested on his forearms, looking uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you" He whispered, reaffirming what he would do, feeling the look of his former friends in surprise. "Let's see, couple of idiots" He said. "Deku and I are dating, if you have a problem with that, don't even think about putting a finger on Deku!"

"Wow, Katsuki" They sighed in unison.

"I didn't know you were Midoriya's boyfriend" The black-haired apologized. "I guess tastes can change"

"Sorry Katsuki" They both said again, bowing their heads in apology for their blunder.

Katsuki looked at them like a king, satisfied with his action and taking Deku by the hand, they left their sights to their respective date that they would have that day.

After a while they were silent, Deku was the first to speak.

"Thanks, Kacchan"

"You don't have to thank me for anything, stupid Deku" He hissed with the blush on his cheeks creeping suddenly. "I just did what I had to do, that's all"

"But-" He cut him off, pulling him by the hand, catching his lips in midair, capturing them in a soft, short kiss. As he separated, Deku was as red as he was, ducking his head shyly.

"I did what I had to do, Deku" He repeated clearly. "You understand?"

He saw him nod slowly, grasping the hem of his shirt with his other hand.

"Good" He said, placing a kiss on his cheek and then they went to their date.

Sometimes things between them were very good, fitting perfectly in tune with their feelings, but there were other times where things didn't fit and everything got out of control.

For example, when he watched Todoroki futilely trying to contain an arterial bleeding from his boyfriend's arm, a detail that immediately exploded his anger, hitting Todoroki which was contained out of respect for Deku, but that time it was simply too much for him to tolerate and by the way, let it pass.

If anything was clear it was that Todoroki was an annoying friend of Deku, a bad influence and everything negative that could come to him. He found it countless times how depressing that guy's mentality was, to the point of being ridiculous his way of tying up thoughts and expressing them in words.

Giving Deku a toxic mindset was bad, an unthinkable situation that shouldn't happen.

Once, Todoroki got close to Deku some time later on he catch them out like that, but he didn't allow it, because he imposed himself and protected Deku in his aggressive and violent way.

Nothing would get out of control anymore.

For his peace of mind, Deku hugged him around the waist from behind, placing his head between his shoulder blades. He swore that his heart stopped just then, realizing that Deku wasn't the one taking the initiative when it came to affection.

He loved it so much that he couldn't resist and had to hug him back, giving in entirely to his strength.

That afternoon when they did the homework together, Deku was a bit distracted and to his surprise, he started the kiss. It was the first time Deku kissed him first, he gasped at the impression, and then they kissed slowly, pausing, enjoying the contact between his lips, expressing his feelings through his kisses.

Katsuki was delighted in the experience that he had a hard time sleeping that night.

What he didn't count was that Deku collapsed before the speed obstacle test and he didn't understand anything, he didn't understand what Deku thought and what was happening in his mind, what was happening behind his back.

It frustrated him not knowing the answer to his question, or rather, the world of questions that accumulated with the passage of time when he saw Deku lying in unconsciousness, thinking about each moment they enjoyed together, wanting to hold his hand and to see him smile back at him and to feel that everything would be fine, because they were together.

When would Deku wake up?

Act 6: Izuku Midoriya

Midoriya woke up in a bed not as comfortable and as warm as he expected, but he rested enough to regain strength for that day.

He placed his sword around his waist, fixed the bed in the room, washed his face with the water that the maids of the room for foreigners and peasants who traveled as nomads, like him, gave him in a bowl.

In the hotel dining room, they gave him for breakfast what the cooks had prepared: a stew of hare accompanied with a loaf of fresh bread.

Compared to most days when it comes to the weather, an ambiguous sensation had dawned in the air that he caught immediately, inspiring slow and castaway, trying to understand the complexity with which the climate mutated so easily that it even simulated fear .

Midoriya wanted to return to the outside world, but he doubted whether to return or stay, because he had been traveling for several days and with each day the moment crystallized with an increased certainty in his chest, forming in him a smile of uncertainty and emotion of danger, emotion of the unknown .

The people of the town where he had spent the night were very friendly and pleasant, although I could say that they gave him dinner quite well and breakfast was not so bad, after all, he was a foreigner there.

After finishing breakfast, he retired from the small room, strolling through the garden of the fields of corn, wheat, and barley; marveling at the work that the peasants did, it seems that they were overworking because some were very malnourished and wrapped between the roots of the crops with expressions interpreted as suffering, a detail that moved him to the utmost degree, calling his attention that they were not allowed to rest as they pleased, but it was the middle ages, where the feudal system was applied, so he couldn't intervene in that system.

He ran into some teenage girls who, when they saw him, fled in horror when their eyes focused only on his sword, Midoriya saw them with a certain expression on his face that could mean one thing: he had no intention of staying in that town giving him that appearance

Better he retired through one of the gardens, going through some ferns and bushes, passing through beds of red, white, pink, blue flowers, some daisies, some petunias of different colors and sizes, reaching sunflowers that shone as much as it was the sun itself.

How beautiful the flowers seemed to him in that instant, in that beautiful instant when he contemplated the natural beauty of the flowers as they danced with the wind, moving in their delicate textures, bombastic in their gentleness, radiating a faint and aromatic scent. Midoriya was enraptured by the panorama, leaving in the background that perhaps he was in an area that he shouldn't step on, but being for the moment, he enjoyed what the wonderful timelessness usurped to offer him without measures and without conditions.

The speed with which time became superfluous in every particle that felt to move from the mouth of the stomach was substantial, everything that moved with the will of time and worked in its favor, without even touching it, without raising its shallowness in the open.

Time with its colors deafened Midoriya's senses, who had always been in favor of time, in favor of its pendulum, of its thunderous rhythm for the same silence that struck his ears every time he surrendered to the bowels of his reflections over the confines of time.

There was no coat that covered the soul with its fabrics, coloring its world with colors, with the colors of the world outside and the world inside, being a contradictory metaphor of life, a metaphor that wasn't consistent with his thoughts, nor with his life experience, because he only wanted to belong in the world inside.

Midoriya went through the extensions of those flower beds, where the smells of vanity were captured by his instincts, following the pallor of the light as it was crisscrossed by the green leaves of the trees that credulously overflowed their diversity.

What would life bring to him when he fixed it?

How will his being be when he have the truth in his hands, resting there, perhaps inert, perhaps alive, but there?

What things will go through his mind when he find out everything?

Could it be that he lost himself gradually, instead of learning, instead of expanding his knowledge, or perhaps he was unsatisfied by the world of the Middle Ages, dancing and rambling like a shipwrecked being of his feelings knowing that the truth awaited him outside. The truth, raw and unfinished, unsuspected and inhospitable, cruel and ruthless, sometimes pure and sometimes so damaging that it tore at his skin with their teeth, with the tip of its tongue until he was sprinkled with fresh blood.

It would be then when the harshness of medieval times would become the translucent reflection of a shining future that he abandoned along with his soul mate.

If his assumptions were turned into reality, how tragic would it all be, right? Although Midoriya didn't admit it, he used to be so incredulous in the face of adversities where loneliness reigned around him, but his own incredulity guided him through those uncertain directions, which they kept behind their masks, what he so longed to find and know for sure.

Midoriya knew very well that he was a prisoner of his thoughts, a slave to his feelings, even a slave to his loneliness, as he followed it blindfolded.

He knew perfectly well that Todoroki was his soul mate, he presumed to know the anatomy of his person, the logic with which his being moved to the rhythm of situations, the certainty with which his spirit rocked his tranquility at his mercy; he knew how the evolution of his bichromatic eyes could hypnotize the alienated mind, those eyes were the vanity of a virtue, the substance with which he plunged a person into the trance of his life ahead and swirled in the disposition of his being .

He didn't specify when he began to doubt his feelings for Kacchan, but they made him feel guilty, knowing that he loved him madly, but he didn't anticipate doubting them, since Todoroki was Todoroki, his soulmate, it was bland not to fall for his mysteries, for his turbulent currents that confined his sad past, for his gaze that held immeasurable power within him, or how his graceful hands turned the page of books and notebooks with the utmost delicacy that always made Midoriya lose the channeling of thought.

At that moment when his feet were advancing with discreet strides, someone called him in the middle of that unknown terrain in which he chose to take, intending to continue seeing flowers.

"Midoriya?"

He turned in a unison plane, a voice calling from behind.

Midoriya's heart twitched, suddenly pounding, his ears only yearning to hear that voice again.

Todoroki?

"Midoriya!" He saw bichromatic hair and realized that it was Todoroki's hair, that voice that called him, belonged to him. "Midoriya!"

"Todoroki!" He yelled back, shifting his feet in his direction.

Both ran through an unknown land, which was in a flat and narrow terrain, because it was full of trees and flowers of different sizes and smells, covering their surroundings with a beautiful thick green, but also with a beautiful multicolored landscape.

They found themselves in the middle of that enormous greenish space, invaded with pure vitality; they both looked at each other expectantly, eager to believe that they were actually meeting face to face.

Todoroki, like him, wore medieval clothing, however, it was a much more delicate and elegant fabric, unlike his clothing as one of any commoner.

In that brief lapse of time when their eyes met, each one threw themselves into their arms, holding themselves as if their lives depended on the embrace of the other.

United by honey, by the surface of their longings, they held each other as tightly as their arms allowed them to hold, swaying with the weight of their bodies until they fell into the grass, Midoriya falling on top of Todoroki, still not letting go.

"I felt that I would never see you again, Midoriya" Todoroki sighed over his ear, shuddering him in a simple and full electric shock. "I haven't stopped looking for you since I got here"

"I was looking for you too, Todoroki" Midoriya cleared his throat, putting more strength in his grip, inhaling all the essence that made up Todoroki.

"What a relief to see you again" He said, squeezing him, clinging to his body with great longing. "I didn't think it would be so difficult to try to survive in this place, but I already found you." He puffed agitated "I found you and I can be calm now"

Midoriya said nothing, but continued to hug Todoroki, thinking in great relief:

We have finally met.

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P.S. New chapter here, recently translated, it may have its errors, but I hoped you liked it.