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Season 2 started! Nice! Needs more Tsuku tho

"So … um, how have you been?"

"... Tired. Nauseous. Sad that you've been avoiding me." she stared at me with red ringed eyes that screamed at me that she had been crying.

"... Sorr-"

"Don't. Please." she motioned to the chair, and I had to slowly ease my way down onto the seat.

"It's alright." I waved away her concern before she could stand up, "Just stiff."

"Alright ..." sighing, she ran a hand through her hair, "We should have talked a long time ago."

"... I guess I needed some time."

"Izuku, it's hard for you to take care of yourself with one hand ..." exasperated, she frowned at me as I held my arm for a few seconds.

"... It's fine."

"... How often does it hurt now?"

"Every so often, it's manageable and I get by with one hand."

"You say so now, but I distinctly remember all the times I had to help you."

"And I thank you, but I've learned ..."

I saw that some sort of tension was building in her through her eyes, but I chose to ignore it.

"... Izuku …" she started to bite her lip, once again, lost for words, I'm-"

"T-The house, it hasn't been too hard to keep, I hope?"

"... I haven't been back here since I saw my dad."

"Oh? How was he?"

"Angry. He wouldn't speak to me for months."

"That's … sad. I'll talk with him. He shouldn't be angry at you."

"No, that's-" she sighed sharply, "It's okay. He's in the right since-"

"A-And Fumikage? How is he-?"

"Why do you-?! He's fine, I think. I haven't spoken to him in a week."

"That's not nice. He's probably worried that-"

"Stop it!" her voice was hoarse as she raised her voice, "I do-!" she started coughing and croaking.

"Tsuyu! Here, I'll get you some water!" rushing over to the sink, I almost tripped due to my weak legs, but I managed to get a glass of water for her, which she took with hesitant hands, trying her best to suppress the discomfort in her throat.

"Is that better?" she finished the glass and slowly handed it back.

"... T-That's the first time ..."

"First?" I set the glass on the table and took the seat next to her.

"That you've said my name in a while ..." a sad, guilty smile crossed her face, "It's … it's just been a while ..."

"Oh … I haven't noticed ..."

"I mean, Izuku, I really … I want to go-"

"Could … you listen to me first?"

I must have taken her off guard, or she was only super nervous as she slightly shook, staring deeply into my eyes.

"... Yes."

"... Why … w-why did you … you know … be with Fumikage?"

Her eyes shot away from mine, guilt and shame written in her irises, and as she glanced back, I could see that they were swimming in pain.

"We … we had a lot to drink, a-and … he … I lost control-"

"It's okay." her trembling was almost as bad as my hand's as I rested my hand atop hers, "You can tell me everything ..."

"I-I am-"

"Everything. You're mincing your thoughts and censoring them."

We stared at each other for minutes, but to me, it felt like forever.

"Please, Tsuyu ..."

"... It was my …" her eyes shook and it hurt me so much to see the violence in her heart as it tried to deny what I could tell was truth, "... he reminded me so much of yo- oh god …!" biting her lip, she tried to hide her face with a hand, and I quickly grabbed her chin and made her face me.

"The last thing I want to see is you suffering, so please …"and she slowly relaxed her lips, but hiccups were now slipping through her large lips, "He reminded you of me before the injuries."

"N-No …" denying it, I could tell that she was doing her best, but she was a terrible liar.

"Ever since then, it must have been so hard … to deal with my pain-"

"No …!"

"I know that it's painful. To wake up to the screaming-"

"It isn't …!"

"To watch as I slowly di-"

"Stop it!" throwing her arms around my shoulders, she made me forget. That any of this had happened.

But only for a second.

"... You can stay here, with Fumikage."

"... W-What …?"

"It's a big place. A little big for two, but-"

"I-Izuku …!" her embrace grew tighter, but I knew that I had to do this.

"He loves you, Tsuyu."

A few more sobs entered my ear.

"No ..."

"And I know that you love him too-"

"I-I don't …! Please, Izuku …!"

"... I can't make you happy anymore."

"Who are you to say what would make me happy …?!" she pulled back, trying her best to glare at me, "Why … why do you …?"

Reflected in her eyes, I could see that we were both suffering a tear in our hearts and in our souls. That she was slowly starting to understand that what we had was never going to be the same, as it had been.

"... I'm dying. We both know that."

She slipped down into her chair. Her body relaxing as if it was a puppet without strings, but her eyes were stuck to mine.

"... I mean, probably not a year, but maybe eight, or ten."

"T-Then-"

"And I can't bear to put you through my agony again."

"... Izuku …!" tears were building up in her large, beautiful eyes.

"... I can't give you a future." I pulled her head into my chest and I felt every wave of pain crash into me. Every memory turned into daggers that cut, ripped, and tore through his mind and begged for him to stop. To rethink this and to forgive, forget, and to remain by her side.

Except that would only prolong her own suffering.

"... W-Wait …!" I pulled away, not looking at her eyes, knowing I'll be trapped in them.

"I'll … see you around. Goodbye."

I didn't sleep for a week after I left her there, alone.

In all seriousness: Their attitudes are more like teenagers than 30 year olds. And Tsuyu is heavy OC, I think?