Izuku jolts upright, cold sweat dripping down the side of his face as a piercing pain spreads through his chest.

'Kacchan betrayed me,' he mutters, reaching to his chest, noticing that it's covered in bandages. He looks around, softly emitting his Quirk to calm himself down, wondering how he ended up here after all.

The last thing he remembers is the angry boy leaping out at him, aiming for his chest while sparks were flying from the blondes palms. After that he was knocked back with such brute force he instantly lost consciousness. If that's the case, then how did he get back to his hideout? It makes no sense.

The door to his bedroom creaks open and Izuku breathes in sharply, causing a jab in his left side that makes him flinch. Kacchan enters the room without acknowledging him and it makes him even madder.

'The hell are you doing here,' Izuku hisses, feeling his lungs burn.

'The fuck does it look like,' Kacchan retorts, reaching out for Izuku's chest. Izuku flinches and tries to retreat, but Kacchan takes a hold of his wrist to keep him in place.

'Stop moving you damn idiot.'

Kacchan reaches out again with his free hand, slowly peeling the bandages away. Izuku's heart is throbbing. For the first time in his life he feels panic. When he was younger he set all Kacchan's actions in motion himself. He knew what to expect and when to expect it. He was in control. This time, Kacchan himself decided to attack him. It makes him feel anxious.

Kacchan's rough hands work around on his chest as he's removing the old bandages. Izuku flinches a little again when Kacchan rubs something cool onto his chest and then moves to wrap his chest in fresh bandages, only to push him back into the pillows when the other teen is done working. Kacchan turns to leave, but Izuku has too many questions.

'Why did you stay?' he asks, his voice constricted.

Kacchan doesn't turn around. Izuku can see his shoulders are tensed up and he can feel Kacchan's emotions fighting themselves inside of his mind. 'I… couldn't leave,' Kacchan says through gritted teeth.

Izuku watches his back as he slams the door shut behind him. He couldn't leave? What does that even mean? Izuku rolls over, ignoring the pain in his side. He was certain that he had broken Kacchan enough to make him obey to him, and even if he hadn't, he wouldn't have expected the boy to come running back to him. After all he's said and done, he thought Kacchan would hate him.

He swings his legs over the edge of the bed, feeling too put off to remain lying down. He stumbles forward as he moves towards the door. As he crashes into the main corridor and ends up on all fours he can hear Kacchan sigh in annoyance. Footsteps are coming closer and a wave of panic engulfs Izuku as Kacchan grabs his arms and swings one of them over his shoulder, hauling Izuku onto the couch and dropping down next to him, too close for Izuku's comfort.

Izuku leans over and lets his head drop onto the cushion, feeling more comfortable being able to keep an eye on the blonde rather than letting him do as he pleases.

'Jeez, you truly are stubborn aren't you?' the blonde growls.

Izuku shifts into a more comfortable position. 'I'm hungry,' he says.

Kacchan sighs but gets to his feet. The smell coming from the kitchen is overwhelming and making Izuku's mouth water. He pushes himself up with his elbow to take a glance at the kitchen, but he can't see a thing. When Kacchan finally returns with a bowl of food Izuku is surprised.

'You made katsudon?' he asks.

The angry teen nods. 'It's your favorite, isn't it?'

'Yeah..,' he replies, pushing himself up so he can hold the bowl.

'How's your chest feeling?' Kacchan asks after shoving a piece of pork into his own mouth.

'Painful,' Izuku snarls, not forgetting what the other teen has done to him.

Kacchan grins. 'Can't say you didn't had it coming to you.'

Izuku glares up at him. He isn't completely wrong. He has done some pretty detestable things to him, yet he can't let this slip. 'I guess that's fair.'

He continues to eat his katsudon in silence. All of a sudden he remembers what he was planning to do when returning back here. He slams his empty bowl on the table and then gets to his feet, clutching at his chest as the pain comes rushing back to him. In an instant, Kacchan is by his side.

'What the fuck are you doing,' he barks at him, but in a concerned manner.

Izuku shoves him back a little, but it isn't very powerful and doesn't convey the message he wanted it to be. As he makes his way towards the bedroom he can hear Kacchan following him like a puppy – or a mother – watching over his frail body.

As he enters his bedroom he carefully places himself down in his desk chair, turning on the computer and turning his attention the screen as he starts typing frantically.

Kacchan sits down on the edge of the bed, looking at the green haired teen as he's working. Kacchan is slightly worried. Even though the villainous boy hasn't shown any ill intent yet, he knows he's going to have to pay for the stunt he pulled.

He watches with curiosity as the boy is typing away on his keyboard. He wonders if anything Izuku does will truly accomplish towards his goal of legalizing Quirk usage. Kacchan has his doubts about it, but when the fucking nerd is focused on something, he won't let go that easily.

When Izuku is done typing he logs off and turns around, slowly getting to his feet and moving towards Kacchan, who's leaned back on his elbows on the bed, looking rather comfortable.

Izuku stands over him, his more intimidating aura shining through again and making Kacchan feel a tad bit anxious. Izuku can feel it.

'Why didn't you leave?' he asks again.

'I already told you,' Kacchan says, sounding exasperated, 'I couldn't.'

'I don't understand what you mean with that.'

'Well, neither do I,' he mutters. Kacchan sighs. 'I tried to. I wanted to run away, but my feet wouldn't move.' Before he knew it, he had turned around and cradled the green haired boy in his arms, bringing him back here and taking care of his wounds.

Izuku seems to be lost in thought.

'You understand that I can't let this slip, right?' he finally says.

Kacchan tries to not show his nerves and nods once, but he knows Izuku can feel everything he feels. Izuku leans over, coming closer to Kacchan, who feels even more uncomfortable and anxious.

He averts his gaze, unable to look at Izuku's eyes anymore. In the instant he does that Izuku lurches forward, grabbing a hold of Kacchan's shirt and pulling him closer to him as he wraps his arms around his neck, planting his lips onto Kacchan's.

He can feel Kacchan struggling against him, but he's holding him in place as he digs his fingernails into the blondes neck, making him twist in pain and hearing him yelp, the sound being muffled by their lips being pressed together.

He can feel all of Kacchan's emotions surging through him. Tinges of anger, surprise, confusion, satisfaction, pain, happiness. It makes Izuku's insides twist with excitement.

When Izuku finally pulls back he looks at Kacchan's baffled expression with joy. Izuku turns to leave, leaving Kacchan behind on the bed, filled with both confusion and ecstasy as his mind is reeling, trying to come up with an explanation for why the green haired teen did that.

Is it really punishment… if he enjoyed it?

I'm so sorry this took so long! The truth is, I have a deadline tomorrow that I'm working very hard to reach and I had finished this chapter yesterday, but then my PC crashed and I lost half of it :( I hope you won't blame me for that and I hope you enjoy this chapter!