Standing on the wide beach, Katsuki drew in a lungful of ocean air letting it soak into his body. It felt cleansing, like it was reaching into every cell and purging the last three years. Finally letting the air escape, he looked out over the water.

The waves thundered in the distance as they tumbled one over the next, a continual echo that was calming. Squishing his toes into the sand he laughed out loud, loving how the wind whipped the sound away.

Freedom.

How many months had he been dreaming of this moment?

The tide was out, so far that he'd had to walk quite a way just to feel the kiss of water on his feet. Looking over his shoulder he was glad to see that there were only a few people out. Some runners jogging down the beach, dogs bounding after them. For the first time in so long, he was truly alone.

Turning back to the horizon, he heard seagulls screaming as they chased a group of pelicans racing across the top of the water, their wings gliding just above the surface. Circling, a few broke off and dove headfirst into the waves, coming back up to take flight again with whatever they'd managed to catch down below.

Digging his toes further in the sand, he tugged his pants up higher, he really wanted to get his legs wet. Happiness practically vibrated through him. When was the last time he'd done something he really wanted? Making a choice of his own rather than being told what to do?

Three years.

He sighed, wasted time, he'd lost so much. The simmering anger tried to bubble into his thoughts. Shaking his head, he pushed them away. Retribution wasn't worth losing his life. Hell, it was a miracle he'd made it out alive. It was time to put the past behind him, no matter how painful.

A small wave slapped against his shins making him step back, the salt water foamed around his feet. Watching the water ease back out he let out a long sigh.

It was time for a fresh start and damn if he wasn't going to grab that opportunity. Hell, if he'd been asked, he would've given everything he owned to get the job. Not that he owned much anymore, he clutched at his thick leather boots. He was the proud owner of clothes and most of those didn't even fit very well anymore.

Pulling on his pants, they sagged further off his waist. He'd lost weight, of course, with nothing but time on his hands, he'd worked out every single day. Focusing on keeping his guard up and away from others, it was the only way he'd stayed sane and alive. Now he was in the best shape of his life but he'd trade every muscle to get back what he'd lost.

Stop.

Those inner demons were tempting but he had to ignore them. Closing his eyes, he knew from experience he needed a distraction from his thoughts. He'd seen a real barbershop when he'd gotten off the bus this morning. Stroking his stubbled cheeks, he'd get a shave and haircut for his meeting.

Pulling out the card from his parole officer the warden had given him, he needed to call him today.

The job offer had been nothing short of a miracle. He'd been applying everywhere they'd recommended without one response. As his release date had loomed he'd been close to panic. He sure as hell couldn't go back home, even if his parents were still alive, he'd be dead before he stepped off the bus. Thankfully the letter had arrived letting him know that he'd been selected by a construction company that specifically employed ex-cons. He'd jumped at the job. He'd fucking sweep up sawdust, nothing could be worse than prison. Shoving the card back into his pocket he began walking along the shoreline towards the main town.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw someone walking on one of the flat rocks that was normally under water, the person was hunched over studying the tidepools. Suddenly they slipped, their body flying backwards. He heard their yelp and the sharp clatter of metal hitting the rocks just above the wind. He bit his lip holding back a smile, he'd nearly landed on his own ass walking out on those slimy moss covered rocks. His laughter faded though as he realized the person wasn't getting up.

"Shit," taking off at a sprint he raced across the beach. "Hey!" He yelled, dropping his bag at the edge of the rock, he got down on his hands and knees moving carefully over the slippery surface. "Are you okay?"

"Umm."

Crawling to the person's side, he could see it was a young man who had an almost kid-like face dominated by wide green eyes that were currently frozen in shock. Wild curls sprang from his head, which were the same brilliant green as his eyes.

"Hey are you okay?"

"Umm," his eyes crossed slightly as Katsuki bent over him.

"Can you sit up?" Running his hand down his body he didn't feel any broken bones. "Don't move too fast if you're dizzy."

"No, I'm not dizzy, just… really embarrassed," sitting up shakily, he winced letting out a sharp hiss of pain. "Ahh…fu-uuu-ck."

Chuckling at his breathy curse, Katsuki saw a thick rope of dark blood slip down his neck. "Shit! Looks like you cut your head." Stretching over the rock he grabbed his backpack and fished out one of his old t-shirts. "Use this," he pressed it on the back of his neck. Pushing his wispy curls out of his eyes, he dipped down to make eye contact. "Can you see?"

"Yeah," the kid nodded, "I can see now." His big green eyes had snapped back into focus but his face was stark white, completely drained of color.

"You might be in shock." He looked around for someone to help.

"I guess I slipped."

Suddenly the kid lunged sideways, almost knocking Katsuki backwards. Planting a hand down in the slimy moss, he was ready to give him some serious shit until he saw his face. He looked like he was going to cry.

"Dammit!" Groaning, the kid picked up his phone and turned it over inspecting the shattered screen. "I just bought this yesterday," his voice cracked.

If he didn't know better Katsuki swore he really was going to cry… over a stupid phone. "Well it's better than shattering your head." He scoffed. "A phone can be fixed. You're fucking lucky you only got a cut." Looking up, the kid seemed to realize he was still there and a rosy blush infused his pale cheeks. He looked down quickly and played with his phone.

"I, uh, well, I suppose that's good." He mumbled, trying to hide his face.

"Don't get embarrassed," Katsuki chuckled. "I almost fell earlier myself." Poking a finger into the damp moss, he grimaced at the slime that covered the top. "This stuff is really slick."

Suddenly, a large black dog raced out onto the rocks, slipping and sliding it stopped directly in front of him.

"Oh shit!" Scrambling back, he slid off the rock. His butt hitting the wet sand as the cold sea water soaked his clothes. "Fuck," he jumped up, pulling at his dripping pants, now hanging heavily off his hips.

"Luna!" The kid grabbed the dog by its collar. "Sorry!" Using the dog as leverage, he slid across the rock sitting on the edge. "She's harmless unless, well…" he laughed softly, "mostly."

"Mostly harmless?" Katsuki quipped sarcastically. The dog was the biggest damn dog he'd ever seen up close. "Looks more like a tank than a dog."

"That's what she is… a tank."

"There's a breed called tank?"

"No, no," he chuckled, planting a hand on the dog. "She's a lab, but they're known as tanks." He tried to stand, but he fell back onto his butt. "Oh," he winced.

"Be careful." Katsuki clicked his tongue. "Here, take my hand." The dog moved between them, her head lowered challengingly. Jerking it back, he crossed his arms. "I'd help you but it appears you have your own personal guard."

"She is," a smile danced on his lips as he held out his hand to him. "If I initiate the contact, she won't bother you, but… other way around and she'll run defense."

Cocking a brow, Katsuki glanced from his smirk to the dog. "Does defense include biting?"

"No! No, never!" He stammered, "she's the sweetest dog in the world."

Katsuki eyed the dog, he'd never been around any nice dogs in his life. The neighborhood he grew up in had mean ass guard dogs that snapped at the fences when he'd walk to school. The dog's tongue was hanging out now though and it didn't look ready to eat him anymore. Huffing, he snagged his hand and helped him to his feet.

Swaying slightly, the kid clutched the shirt to his head. "Thanks." His voice was shaky, but he steadied himself taking a deep breath.

"Can I help you get somewhere?" Katsuki noticed the beach was empty, the few runners were gone.

"I'm fine," he waved him off, then paused, "but your shirt?"

"Old," he snorted. "Keep it." Damn if the kid didn't blush again peeking out from under those thick lashes. It'd been a while since he'd seen someone with such a cute face. There was even a sweet spray of freckles dusting his now red cheeks and those eyes, like fucking saucers. He tried to act nonchalant as he waved. "You might want to get that checked out."

"Thanks, I appreciate the help." Taking a step, he stumbled and fell to his knees. Sitting back on his heels, he gasped.

"Dammit! Katsuki tried to catch him but he'd already hit the sand. "You need to stop falling." Another thick trail of blood slipped down his neck escaping the shirt. Katsuki clicked his tongue louder this time. "I don't think you're fine."

"Maybe," he croaked out. "Maybe I do need some help."

"Yeah," Katsuki nodded, looking out over the long beach. "It's a bit of a walk to town but I saw a medical clinic right by the bus stop." The kid was breathing hard and his eyes were unfocused again. Shit… he was clearly not making it anywhere on his own. Cursing his bad luck under his breath, he stood and slung his backpack over his shoulder. "Is your dog gonna have an issue if I pick you up?"

"What?"

"Your dog. I don't really want to get bit."

"I told you, she doesn't bite and you don't need to carry me," he tried to stand again but fell back down on his knees.

"Oi, Deku, stop squirming around, your head is starting to bleed worse." More blood had slipped out from the already soaked shirt. He was starting to worry that freckle face had really hurt himself. Snapping his fingers to get his attention, his eyes finally followed his movement. "First, I need you to press on your head harder." He pushed on his hand to make him understand how much force to use.

"Okay, I can do that."

"Now, I'm going to help you stand, then I'll carry you until we can get some help."

"I'm really sorry about this, I should've been more careful. I'm not usually this careless, I swear, you should see me at home. I always take so many pre-"

"Oi, I think we should get moving." The tide had begun to creep closer to them. "I'm already pretty wet and so are you, no need to make things worse."

"Oh! Sorry!" He staggered as Katsuki pulled him to his feet. Tears welled in his eyes and he began to pant. "Should… I get on… your back?" He was struggling to even speak.

"No, just keep quiet and concentrate on stopping the bleeding. Okay?" He barely nodded, wincing at the slight movement. "Hope you don't mind, but I think this is the best way." Reaching around him, Katsuki swung him up into his arms. "Princess style," he winked as he adjusted him in his arms.

Freckles was surprisingly heavier than he'd expected, he looked lean but he could tell from where his hands touched him that he was solid muscle. Unlike his own body, that was shaped in a gym, he had a naturally strong body. He wondered what kind of work he did that kept him so fit. Doing his best not to grip him too tight, Katsuki started down the beach, keeping an eye out for anyone to help them.

"I'm too heavy."

"You're light as a feather," Katsuki laughed trying to keep the sarcasm from his voice. The kid eyed him for a moment then turned to watch his dog zig zag across the sand, sniffing piles of seaweed.

"Oi, is that dog okay without a leash?" Great, next he'd be chasing the damn dog trying to catch its ass.

"Luna?" He started to nod and quickly stopped catching his breath. He sagged against his chest and closed his eyes.

"You okay?" Katsuki sped up, seeing his face blanch even whiter, he looked like he was about to puke. His eyes popped open and he blushed seeing him staring at him.

"Um…she'll only follow me," he managed between shallow breaths. "I do have one in my pocket if someone says anything." He closed his eyes and leaned back against him.

Katsuki hugged him closer. He tried to concentrate on the beach and not the warmth of his body in his arms. It wasn't enough that Freckles was fucking adorable, on top of it this kid had that 'help me' kind of aura that made you want to wrap him up and protect him from the world.

The kind that he found fucking irresistible.

That's not helping. He chided himself.

Focusing on walking as fast as possible, the kid suddenly started wiggling. His arms were already at their limit and each movement caused the ache to intensify. Getting ready to snap at him to stay still he heard him let out another shaky breath. Biting his tongue, he gentled his arms. "Are you comfortable?"

"Well, not really… but then I don't get carried that much." He smiled faintly and scanned the beach. "I'm surprised we haven't seen anyone." Turning his eyes back on him, they flared wide for a moment, followed by the now familiar blush. "I can try to walk again," he mumbled, glancing away.

Chuckling, Katsuki was relieved to see his color was returning a bit. "Sit back and enjoy the ride, I can probably get us to the road. I'm sure we'll be able to find a car to take you to the clinic from there."

"Okay, thanks." He kept his head turned away. Then his shoulders began to shake very slightly, not much but a small noise escaped him.

A giggle.

"Are you laughing?" Katsuki moved his arms a few times, trying to get the blood flowing through them. "What's so fucking funny?" Here he was trying to make it to the road and Freckles was having a grand time. "I think your brains are leaking out."

"They are," he laughed harder. "Ow! Ow!" Clamping his lips shut, his laughter turned to a soft moan.

"Why are you laughing?" Katsuki was getting more annoyed. Idiot was gonna make himself sick.

"Look at us!" He gasped, another small laugh escaped. "I feel like I stepped into some romance story, as the handsome hero carries me down the beach."

"Well, I'm no hero," a smile ghosted his lips, "but I'll take the handsome part." He was right though, the closer they walked towards the town, the more deserted the beach seemed to get. Even the few people they'd seen in the distance had practically evaporated.

As he rounded the rocky cliff that ended at the road, the area was empty, not a single car was parked along the sand.

"What the hell?" Katsuki growled.

"See!" He was switching between laughing and groaning. "It's some weird universe thing happening to us right now."

Looking out on the horizon, he noticed the black clouds that had begun to gather in the distance. "I think it's more like a storm chasing everyone away."

"Really?" The kid pulled himself up trying to peek over his shoulder at the storm. His movement lifted his weight briefly off of Katsuki's aching muscles causing him to let out a sigh as blood surged back into his tense arms.

"Oh, did that help?"

"A bit," he admitted. "My arms are kinda killing me right now."

"I'm sorry," he immediately pulled himself back up.

"You don't need to do that," but he did anyway, pulling himself so far up that his chin was tucked onto his shoulder into the crook of his neck. It felt nice.

What the fuck?

Focusing on getting to town before he dropped his ass, he felt a tickling on his neck. It was him. His warm breath was dancing over his skin. Goosebumps flared across his body.

For fuck sake!

Walking faster, every muscle from his back to his legs was starting to scream in agony "There's… the… clinic," he gritted out. Crossing the last stretch of road, he tried not to dump the kid when they finally reached the clinic doors. "Here you go," setting him down clumsily, Katuski stretched his arms appreciatively. He would've rubbed out his shoulders too but Freckles was still holding his hand trying to stand. Which apparently was no easy feat based on his facial expressions. Looking past him, Katsuki tried to see the hours posted on the door. "Is it open?" Testing the doors, they rattled but held firm. "Shit, really?" Figures they were closed.

"I can wait."

Glancing back at him holding onto his hand for dear life with the blood soaked shirt against his head, Katsuki doubted he'd be upright much longer. Peering back into the windows, he could see a glow coming from the hall. "There's a light on." Knocking loudly, he saw movement from the back, he almost laughed out loud in relief. "Someone's coming."

A woman dressed in colorful scrubs crossed the waiting area and unlocked the door pushing it open slightly. "Can I help you?"

"Hi, I know you're not open yet, but this guy, uh…" Only the name Freckles popped in his mind. Suppressing a smile, Katsuki turned back to him. "What's your name?"

"Izuku, Izuku Midoriya."

"So… Midoriya fell on the tide pool rocks and he's bleeding kinda bad from a cut on his head."

"Oh!" She came out and took the shirt carefully from his hand. "Lean forward and let me have a look." Seeing the wound, she grimaced. "That's a really bad gash there, I think you're going to need some stitches or maybe a few staples."

"S-Staples," he whimpered. "Will it hurt?"

"Not at all. We'll numb everything and give you pain killers." She chuckled reassuringly, "in fact you'll be feeling fantastic."

"I doubt that," the kid mumbled, standing upright. His eyes crossed and he gripped Katsuki harder as blood raced down his neck soaking into his clothes. He let out another long hiss of pain. "D-Do I have to?" Tears gathered in his eyes.

"Oi," Katsuki squeezed his hand to get his attention. "You need to stop the bleeding and believe me," he pointed to a couple of his own scars. "Those drugs will make everything numb."

"He's right," the nurse tried to wrestle Freckles from his death grip on his hand and finally gave up. "Follow me," she walked into the lobby. "I'll get him started and when the doctor gets here we'll have that cut stitched up in no time." Smiling, she held out her hand waiting.

The damn kid looked so forlorn that for a brief moment, Katsuki wanted to hug him.

Then Luna trotted through the open door.

"Oh! Hey! No dogs allowed," she glanced at Katsuki. "Sorry, I didn't get your name."

"You can call me Katsuki, and that's his dog." He held up the hand squeezing the feeling from his fingers.

"Well, it can't come in here."

"That's okay," Izuku managed to tug a leash from his pocket and hand it to the nurse. "Just tie her up outside."

"This could take a couple of hours."

"What?!" He immediately winced and grabbed his head.

"We don't open for an hour, so the doctor won't be here until then, sorry." She held out the leash to Katsuki. "Can you take care of the dog until then?"

He looked at her and then the dog, grumbling he grabbed the leash. "Yeah, sure. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"It's okay, you don't have to do that, Kacchan. Just find a shady spot and tie her up!"

Katsuki snorted as the nurse cocked her head sideways.

"Who's Kacchan?" They asked in unison.

"Um, Kacchan?" He pointed to Katsuki.

The nurse burst out laughing. "Izuku, are your ears ringing by any chance?"

A deep crimson raced into his pale cheeks, eyes widening in a horrified expression. "Y-Yes they are… why?" He looked ready to crawl into the nearest corner and hide. "Did I hear wrong?"

"You did, but I think that name suits him better." Winking at him she grinned wide. "See you later, Ka-cchan."

Grunting, he lifted the hand that was still locked into the kid's death grip. "If you let go, I'll take the dog." Burning a brighter red, Freckles let go and wiped his hand on his pants.

"Sorry."

"Alright," the nurse wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "Let's take care of you, Midoriya."

"Thank you so much," he turned trying to look back over his shoulder. "I really appreciate all your help, I promise I'll make it up to you somehow."

Clicking his tongue, Katsuki arched his brow staring at those big green eyes. Even with blood all over his neck and face, he was still as fucking cute as ever. He could think of a few good ways for him to make it up to him. Rolling his eyes inwardly at himself, he ran his hand through his hair and blowing out a long breath stared down at the dog. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth.

"Luna?" Reaching down carefully he clipped the leash to her collar. "Are you gonna be trouble? 'Cause I'm telling you right now, I don't really like dogs." Tilting her head, she wagged her tail. "Okay," he grunted, "that better mean you'll be fucking good."

Walking outside he tugged on the leash. At first she didn't move, instead her ears perked up as she looked back where Freckles had disappeared, then she stood and followed him.

"Good girl," he smiled faintly, at least the stupid dog seemed to understand him. "There's probably a coffee shop open, let's get some breakfast and figure out what the hell to do with you." Glancing at his watch he needed to find a phone too, he had to call the parole office.

Stepping from the barber shop, Katsuki felt better, there was something about someone else shaving you that was incredibly relaxing.

Besides having a large black dog trailing him through town, he felt more normal than he had in a long time. Checking his watch, he hoped they were done with Freckles by now because he really needed a nap. He'd barely slept on the bus last night and the shave had about knocked him out. The barber had given him the name of one of the cheaper hotels that lined the cliffs along the sea. Now he just needed to get an early check in, call his parole officer and get some sleep.

Tying the dog up to a bike rack by the doors, he went into the clinic. There was a crowd now sitting in the waiting room. A slender blonde man in a white lab coat was stooped over a computer at the front counter. He waited until he looked up.

"Hi, I'm Izuku Midoriya's, uh… well, I guess friend. I'm the one that brought him in, is he finished yet?"

"You're Izuku's friend?" His gold eyes grew wide.

"Yeah," at this point it wasn't worth explaining.

"I'm Doctor Kaminari, what a great guy!" He grinned broadly. "Super cute, he's been in there babbling on and on," he laughed, "sedation brings out the funniest side to some people."

"Does it?" Katsuki just wanted to hear that he could hand over the dog and move on. Sighing he tried to be patient. "So, is he finished?"

"Yep, put in a few staples and cleaned up the wound. Had to shave a bit of his hair," he frowned, "such a waste, really soft and curly. I even thought about saving it for him."

Katsuki clicked his tongue at the doctor's dreamy look. What kind of creepy ass doctor was this guy? "Oi, if he's done then he needs to check out."

"Well, he can't right now, not by himself. The medication we used is pretty strong and he's not very lucid, but he's welcome to stay here as long as he needs." He giggled softly and looked immensely happy with that thought.

This doctor was definitely not working with a full deck. Narrowing his eyes, Katsuki knew he needed to get Freckles out of here, before doctor creep got any bizarre ideas. "Check him out," he practically growled. "I'll take him home." Home? Shit, he realized he had no clue where the kid lived.

"Okay," the doctor pouted, "I was hoping to talk to him some more though. He was making everything so lively. This place can be a downright graveyard." He chuckled at his own joke.

Katsuki just leaned over the counter. "Check him out."

"Okay," he sighed and printed out the paperwork, handing over the receipt. "Here's the prescription for painkillers and anti-inflammatories, there's a pharmacy down the street. They can fill it pretty quickly if you need."

"He paid up?" Katsuki took the bill without looking, it wasn't his business.

"Yep, he did all that up front. Let me bring him out." Sighing heavily, he disappeared around the corner. After a few minutes Katsuki could hear the sound of Freckles talking as they came down the hallway, his words were slurred. The door opened and the doctor escorted him across the waiting room.

"Iss my herooo!" Freckles sang with a lopsided grin on his face as he swayed drunkenly in the doctor's grip. His head was wrapped in gauze, green curls sprouting from various places.

"Your hero?" The doctor gave Katsuki the once over.

Stray curls moved wildly as Freckles nodded proudly. "Kacchan saved me today and carried me all the way here."

"I'm not a hero," Katsuki murmured. "Just helped him out." Steadying him, he put his arm around his shoulders.

"Mmmm… you are though," he snuggled against him, his big eyes looking up at him adoringly. Katsuki could feel a rush of blood hit his ears. "And you have the nicest chest," he whispered conspiratorially and giggled.

"We better go," Katsuki gritted out. Fucking drugs. Avoiding the glances of the people sitting in the lobby, he managed to get him outside and untied Luna.

"Loooona," he cooed, leaning too far forward to pet her and lost his balance.

"Oi," Katsuki grabbed him before he crashed face first into the sidewalk. "You want more staples from creepshow in there?" His eyes grew wide with worry.

"No!" He shook his head, "no more staples from creeps!"

Chuckling, he pulled him back into his arms. "Okay, no more, but it's official now, you're no longer Freckles. I'm calling you Deku because you've been falling all day."

"Deku?" He thought about it for a moment, his face scrunched up slightly. "I don't think it really fits me. I like Freckles better."

"You do?"

"Yep," He pointed to his face, "'cause look, I got freckles. Get it?"

Trying not to burst out laughing, Katsuki just stared at his silly grin. "Yeah," he smiled, "I get it." Sighing, he looked down the main street, he wasn't sure what to do next. He'd pulled him out of the clinic because of the weird ass doctor but he still needed to get all his own shit done. "So… Freckles," he drawled out. "You live around here?"

"Me? Naah, I'm visiting but I made a reservation at the Reef hotel." He swung his arm wildly towards the beach on the other side of town. "I'm not sure I can get in yet though. Toooo early." He sang out at the end, obviously enjoying the sound of his own voice.

"That's the same place the barber suggested." Katsuki sighed with relief, finally a bit of luck. "Well, let's try. Considering your situation, they might help you out." Untying the dog they made their way towards the hotels that lined the water. Freckles stumbled and chatted the entire time, happily drunk on his painkillers. Katsuki just listened, biting back a smile or frown, depending on what he was saying… which was a shitload. Katsuki was debating on buying food so he could shut him up when the kid suddenly stopped. Spinning to see what was wrong he tripped and almost plunged face first onto the ground. "What the hell?" He barely caught himself. "I'll end up at that damn clinic next…" his mouth snapped shut.

There in the middle of the sidewalk Freckles was bent over directly in front of him. His head was cocked slightly so that his doped up green eyes could just see him. He pointed to his wound. "Kacchan! I got staples, did you see?" He sounded like a little kid showing off some prized treasure.

That was it, Katsuki couldn't hold back anymore and burst out laughing. "Not in the middle of the sidewalk!" Failing miserably at sounding annoyed, he tugged him to the side.

"But…is it cool?" He was trying to tilt his head as if to see for himself. "Will I look like a gangster now that I have a scar?"

Stiffening slightly, Katsuki patted his bandaged head gently. "Freckles," he hated to be the one to burst his bubble. "I doubt anyone will see it through that mass of hair on your head and…I'm not sure you could ever be mistaken as a gangster."

"Really?"

"Really," Katsuki laughed watching as his face fell into a deep frown.

"I always wanted to look a little tougher." He sighed and stood back up, chewing on his thumbnail, he scrunched up his face. "Like you."

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki could see the damn kid was being completely honest, not a hint of sarcasm.

Chewing his thumbnail harder, Freckles sized him up. "I always thought I could be the broody silent type."

"Silent?" He shook his head. "Not sure if that would be a good fit for you." Prodding him forward, he tugged on Luna's leash and continued down to the hotel.

"Maybe just broody and dangerous?"

Dangerously cute was on the tip of his tongue but Katsuki swallowed his words. Flirting with a stoned man one day out of prison was only going to lead him into trouble. Deciding to drop the conversation, he shrugged. "Let's keep moving."

They continued through town with Freckles still acting like a wide-eyed kid sharing in the wonders of the world. Katsuki was enjoying his garbled conversation, far from irritating, he could get used to his infectious personality. Being mainly around morose and angry people these past three years, it was a breath of fresh air. Once they found the hotel, the proprietor thankfully took pity on him and gave the kid a room right away so he could rest.

His room was in one of the buildings that ran along the cliff. A long porch framed the front with rocking chairs that looked back up towards the town. As Katsuki started to open the hotel door, Freckles spun around.

"My truck!"

"Oi!" Grabbing him before he almost walked off the edge of the porch, Katsuki pushed him into the room and the closest chair. "Sit down, dammit." The kid had a fucking death wish today. Luna strolled in behind them and plopped down at his feet.

"But… but my truck!" He wailed frantically.

Clicking his tongue, Katsuki sighed, the drugs were making him a roller coaster of emotions. "What about your truck?"

"I parked in the main lot so early I didn't have to pay! I - I thought I'd be leaving." He checked his watch. "Do you think I got a ticket?" Covering his face, he sagged into his hands. "I gotta go get it."

"You can't walk, let alone drive," Katsuki rubbed the back of his neck. It was clear he was not getting out of here any time soon. At least now the dog could stay in the hotel. "I'll go get your truck and get these prescriptions filled too."

"Noooo," he shook his head, narrowing his eyes. "You can't help anymore."

"I can't?" He needed to stay calm, or the kid was going to try to do this on his own.

"Of course not, you've done so much for me already. This has got to be the worst day in the world for you. Don't you have to be somewhere or do something?"

"Yeah, I do," he answered honestly. Freckles blinked for a moment, as if surprised by his answer. "But that doesn't mean I can't do my stuff and help you out too." He frowned but quieted down. "I just need to check in on my job and I have some time to do that, by the way, what about your phone?"

"Oh! Shoot I forgot," he pulled it out from his pocket and fumbled with the buttons. "It looks like it's working but the screen is cracked. I guess I'll have to just order a new one when I get home." His eyes started to shimmer.

Shit, he had to open his big mouth, now he was gonna start crying. "Can you get it fixed tomorrow?"

"I head home pretty early in the morning, and I live in a smaller town than this place." He set it on the desk. "As long as it works, it'll be fine." He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Here, give it to me, I bet there's someplace I can get it fixed."

Sitting up too fast, he grabbed the arm of the chair and tilted sideways for a moment. "Please don't. You're doing so much for me, and I'll never be able to repay you!"

"Damn, you're stubborn." Katsuki picked up the broken phone. "I'm gonna offer this once 'cause you seem like a nice guy but I'm not gonna fucking beg. Do you want my help or not?" Freckles looked up with a stunned expression.

"H-How could you be okay helping a complete stranger? You'll really do all of this?"

"That's up to you," Katsuki resisted the urge to click his tongue. "I can't change what you think, but you're gonna be even more upset if you don't let me help. Those drugs are gonna wear off in a few hours and without meds, you'll be in some serious pain."

Freckles dragged in a deep breath and nodded. "You're right," he conceded and dug out his wallet. "Here, I have cash, you can use that to pay for everything, but later tonight can I buy you dinner?"

"Dinner?" Katsuki pushed the money into his pocket.

"Yeah," Freckles gave him a quick smile and grabbed a list of restaurants off the desk next to him. He pointed to the top ad that showed a place with a view of the coastline. "I'll call and make a reservation for tonight, we can eat looking at the ocean one last time, since we're both leaving in the morning."

He didn't want to, everything in his head was screaming to run away. This half loopy guy was probably gonna regret asking once the meds wore off. Katsuki glanced at the picture, but…when was the last time he'd eaten at a nice restaurant? "You don't have to," he knew he didn't sound convincing.

"I'd really like to say thank you."

"Are you sure? Your head's gonna be hurting in a few hours."

"I'll take a nap while you're gone and my medication when you get back." He tapped his forehead with his knuckles, "I'm really thick headed so I bet I'll be fine by tonight."

Laughing, Katsuki nodded, "alright Deku," he teased, "make the reservation, if you still feel okay tonight we can go."

"Great!" The big dopey smile was back. "Here's my truck keys." Pulling off a piece of paper, he jotted down the license plate number. "It's a big old ford, faded green, here's the plate."

"Huh, didn't take you for a truck type."

"No?"

"You look more like you'd drive a sports car or something."

Letting out a laugh, he grabbed his head. "Ow! Ugh, it hurts when I laugh. Nope, never had one of those."

"Alright, you get some rest, I'll use the hotel key to get in later, but I'll knock first."

Closing the door, he blew out a long breath looking at everything in his hands. This was crazy. This kid didn't even know him, yet he had given him his truck keys, phone, cash and hotel key. Sure…he'd helped him earlier and took care of his dog all morning, but was that all it took? Shit, if he was half an asshole, he could swipe everything and take off. Katsuki scoffed. Freckles was as naive as they came, he doubted this guy had ever run into a criminal. Whatever, he just needed to take care of these few things and then it sure as hell wouldn't be his problem anymore.

Retracing their route back through town he found the parking lot right behind the medical clinic. In the back corner there was a mint-colored ford truck with the license that matched the numbers on the note.

Circling the truck slowly, he ran his hand along the hood. This model had always been his dad's favorite. The memory of working on this exact kind of truck with him while his mom yelled at them from the office blasted into his mind. His stomach clenched as a wave of nausea rolled through his gut. Taking a deep breath, he managed to swallow down the bile rising.

He needed to stay distracted.

Unlocking the door, he checked the windshield, thankfully there was no ticket. He grunted, this kid might be a deku, but he was a fucking lucky one. Pulling open the door, it groaned loudly, and the smell of the old interior made him smile. It was the familiar aroma of an old truck mixed with oil, leather and, he sniffed again, manure? That wasn't so familiar. Buckling up he chuckled, this was not what he was expecting that freckled faced cutie to be driving or smelling like. Turning the key, he heard the grind before the engine caught.

"Shit!" The sound was like the starter was going through a damn meat grinder.

He looked down below the steering wheel to pop the hood and paused.

What the hell was he doing?

He needed to quit now, or he'd get tangled deeper. Slamming it into reverse he started to drive out of the lot. He figured he would go to the pharmacy first and then see if he could find a cell phone repair shop nearby. As soon as he made a right onto the street a sharp siren blared behind him. Grabbing the rearview mirror, he saw the policeman with his lights swirling.

"SHIT!" Pulling over immediately he tried to calm himself down. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Turning off the engine, he kept his trembling hands on the steering wheel as the cop approached his window. Rolling it down quickly, he forced a smile. "Is there a problem officer?"

"Your taillight is out."

"It is?" Katsuki's voice hitched unnaturally, he cleared his throat. "I didn't realize, it's not my truck, I'm helping out a friend." He might as well admit it now, the minute the cop ran his license he was gonna get arrested.

"It's not? Okay, can I get all the paperwork?"

"I'll have to look in the glove compartment." He held up his hands cautiously.

"Hey, your Izuku's friend!"

Glancing over, Katsuki saw doctor creep run out of the medical clinic waving at him.

"You know this man, Doctor D?"

"I do! He was helping a guy that fell on the beach, tore up his head. OH!" He ran back through the doors.

Watching as he disappeared into the clinic, Katsuki waited for a few painful heartbeats, but he didn't come out. He glanced at the officer. "Is he coming back?"

"With Denki, you never know."

Suddenly the doctor burst out the doors holding a bag and ran around to the driver side, squeezing into the window, he handed it to him. Katsuki peered inside to see his now bloody shirt balled up at the bottom. "Uh… thanks? I think I should just throw it away though."

"Sorry, I meant to give it to you when you left." He leaned in further to look in the bag. "Yeah, it's kind of gross, but," he shrugged, "you never know."

"Denki, I appreciate what you're doing but I'm in the middle of my job."

"Oh, sorry, um, what happened?"

"His taillight is out and well, he says it's not his truck."

Stepping back, Denki gave the truck a once over. "Is this Izuku's?" His voice sounded surprised.

"It is," reaching over Katsuki opened the glove compartment and breathed a sigh of relief at the neatly packed space. All of his paperwork was tucked into an envelope which he handed to the officer. His heart was pounding so hard, he was sure both men could hear it echoing in the cab.

"Izuku Midoriya?" He read through the registration.

"That's him, yeah, real cute kid." Denki leaned back onto the open window, smiling wistfully, his voice grew soft. "How's he doing? Is he okay?"

Doctor creep was getting a little too close. Katsuki gave him an irritated scowl, but he didn't even flinch. "He's taking a nap while I get his truck and pills." He wanted this guy to scram, the last thing he needed was an audience when he was hauled back into jail.

"Wow, you really are his hero," Denki smirked, "but, you know, for that man, I'd run all over town too."

"It's not like that," Katsuki continued to glare at him.

"Not into guys?"

"Not into anyone."

"Doctor Kaminari!" A nurse poked her head out of the doors. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Oops, sorry, gotta get back," he darted around the truck and into the clinic.

"Is he always like that?" Katsuki watched as he waved going into the doors. Gripping the wheel tight, he waited for the inevitable… when he asked for his license and ran a background check.

"Him, yeah, nosy as heck, but in this case, it's a good thing." He handed the paperwork back. "Doctor D corroborated your story, and it sounds like you're doing a solid for this Izuku." He pointed up the main drag. "There's a general store that has an auto section. Be sure to fix it and I'll let you off with a warning."

"What?" Katsuki practically choked on the relief that flooded through his body. "I - I'll go there right now!" Shit, he'd drive to the moon if it meant he'd dodge getting hauled back into the station. Heart hammering, he looked down at the cracked phone and picked it up. "Maybe you can also tell me if there's a place where I can get his phone fixed? It dropped on the rocks when he fell."

"That might be harder, you'll have to go over to the main city. This side is more of a tourist area."

"Thanks officer."

"Take it easy and go get the taillight fixed first. The cops on the city side aren't as nice as us over here."

Turning the key, Katsuki winced at the rough sound. "Appreciate the warning, on my way."

Turning back into the hotel parking lot, Katsuki groaned and killed the motor. Flipping up the shade, he squinted as the late afternoon sun blared in his eyes. Putting on his new sunglasses, he stared out over the water.

"What a fucking day." He groaned.

After being in jail where every moment was regimented, today had been a downright circus of problems.

The general store didn't have the right bulbs so he'd pushed his luck and driven to the larger city across the way. Thankfully he found an auto store and managed to replace the light, but then the damn truck wouldn't start. The grinding noise had finally won and stripped the starter. He wondered how long Freckles had been letting it tear away at the flywheel gear. The shop had replacement starters and the manager had been kind enough to let him borrow his tools. It was an easy job, but it'd been past lunch by the time he found a place to fix the phone. He'd run out of the cash Freckles had given him and had to dig into his own wallet, but he figured the kid was good for it.

Crap, this was a hell of a first day on the outside.

The one silver lining was that he'd been able to buy a phone for himself to call his parole officer. He'd been out to lunch but the officer answering his calls assured him that the manager of the construction company had confirmed they would meet him early tomorrow.

Getting out of the truck, he stretched and yawned. He'd hoped to have time to relax on the beach today, soak up a little sun, but no such luck, which was his usual. Stepping onto the porch he knocked on the door.

"Freckles… Izuku? It's me, Katsuki, from earlier." The door flew open.

"Are you okay!?" His eyes were huge, and he looked completely panicked. "You were gone so long, I thought you'd been in an accident!" He peered over his shoulder trying to see the parking area, "were you in an accident?"

"No, the truck's fine." Katsuki frowned, wanting to add only because of him, instead he handed him his phone. "I had this, so I guess you had no way to get a hold of me."

"I tried calling, but I doubted you would answer."

"Did you? I'd left it with the person to fix it and never heard it ring. I had a few problems but here's your stuff." He handed him a small paper bag. "Did you get your medication?" He'd paid the pharmacy to deliver the meds earlier when he realized he was going to have to go across town for the taillight.

Nodding he pulled the receipts from the bag, "I did, thanks. What're these?"

"Your taillight was out and I got pulled over, then the truck wouldn't start. Your flywheel was shot in your starter, so I had to get a new one."

His mouth fell open. "What?" His face flushed a deep red.

Sighing, Katsuki gently placed his hands on shoulders. As irritated as he was, the kid was clearly distressed.

"Stop, it was just a streak of problems, don't say sorry." Freckles snapped his mouth shut, then started to say something, only to snap it shut again. Katsuki laughed at his stricken face, if it was possible he was even cuter while completely gob smacked. "I lucked out on the ticket because that weird doctor from the clinic saw me and talked to the officer."

"I'm… I'm so embarrassed!" Covering his face, he groaned loudly.

Katsuki chuckled at his reaction or overreaction. "Don't be."

"But you don't even know me!" He peeked at him through his fingers. "I bet your whole day was ruined because of me."

"Yeah, it was," Katsuki teased, enjoying how his eyes flared wide, "but you promised me dinner, right?"

"I did!" Freckles grabbed his hands. "Tonight, you can get anything you want for dinner, really, no limit!"

Winking Katsuki nodded. "That was what I was hoping."

"The sunset is amazing," Freckles closed his eyes as the ocean breeze ruffled his hair. He'd pulled the gauze off his head and now Katsuki could see his wild green curls from this morning, they really did match his eyes.

He was incredible.

Downing his third beer it was getting harder and harder not to stare at him. It wasn't like he'd never seen a cute guy. He opened his next beer and settled it in his lap trying to decide what it was about him. "Your head hurting at all?"

"Yeah, it hurts," he rubbed the wounded area gingerly. "I took some more painkillers when you went to get the food, I'm sure they'll kick in soon." Picking up the to-go box, he pushed around the ribs before setting it back down. "Sorry about the restaurant."

"No worries," he grinned. By the time he'd cleaned up, Freckles had been in so much pain that they'd agreed on getting some to-go food instead and ended up eating on the balcony of his room. Surprisingly he had a better view than most of the town. "You split your head open today," Katsuki leaned back and burped, the taste of beer and bbq filling his mouth. "I think I would've been more worried if you'd made it to dinner." Freckles curled up in his chair wrapping his arms around his legs, burying his chin on his knees, he smiled at him. Katsuki sipped his beer enjoying his silly grin. "You look happy."

"I am." Reaching down he scratched Luna's head absentmindedly.

"For someone that fell and got staples today, that's kind of funny to hear you say that." Darkness descended on them as the sun began to sink quickly.

"I know but it's hard to explain."

"It's probably the drugs."

"Maybe," he murmured softly, squeezing himself into a tighter ball and shivered.

Standing Katsuki set down his beer and walked into the room. Ripping the blanket off the bed, he dropped it over his shoulders. "It's cold." Freckles had turned to watch him and looking up they locked eyes for a moment. Even in growing darkness he could see that telltale rosy blush stain his cheeks. The silly smile grew wider, and he bit his lower lip. Sucking in a breath, Katsuki groaned inwardly and sat down, holding the icy beer against his groin to cool off.

"Thanks," pulling the blanket around him, he snuggled into its warmth. Letting the silence grow, Freckles peered at him in the darkness. "You said you're leaving tomorrow?"

"I am," Katsuki finished the beer and propped his arms behind his head staring up at the cloudy sky. "I got a new job, going into construction."

"Oh, not a mechanic?"

"Nope, everything new for me."

Where did you live before?"

Shifting in his seat, Katsuki didn't like lying but admitting to being a convict. Well… he could imagine his reaction. "Up north, I lived there for the last three years but it's time to strike out and do something different."

"Something different?"

"Yeah, I've been doing," he chose his words carefully, "what everyone has been telling me to do lately. I wanna be the one to make the decisions for a while. Live or die by my own hand, know what I mean?"

"Mmm, yeah, making my own decisions would be pretty amazing."

The way he said those words made Katsuki pause, the sense of longing was evident in his voice. "You said you live in a small town?"

"I do, but," picking up a bbq rib, he nibbled on the tender meat. "I'd rather not talk about it right now if that's okay."

Grunting Katsuki nodded, he understood the need to forget. "I like your truck."

"You do?" He sounded thrown by the change in topic. "It was my dad's." Picking up his tea, he took a long drink and smacked his lips. "You're right though."

"About what?" Katsuki could tell the meds were working now, his voice was getting thicker.

"If I had my choice, I probably would own a sports car."

"Yeah? Which kind?"

"A BMW maybe? Or an Audi? I love German cars."

"They're tough to fix," Katsuki whistled low. "Especially now, you need a computer engineering degree to work on those kinds of cars."

"I guess that's why I don't own one," he giggled softly. "What do you like?"

A light turned on below them by the sidewalk, the dull yellow glow barely illuminating the porch. Katsuki could see he looked relaxed, the tightness on his face from when he'd come back today was gone. His big eyes were swimming again, the meds were taking over. Sighing, he knew he'd have to leave soon. His heart sank, why did that bother him so much?

"Kacchan?" He popped his head up expectantly.

They were talking about cars.

"I like Mustangs or Camaros, big and fast."

"Have you ever owned one?"

"Nah, just worked on them with my dad. He used to fix them up, big shiny motors that roar like a mother fucker. Don't think I'll ever own one though."

"Why not?" Freckles slurred softly as drowsiness slipped into his voice.

"No reason, maybe it won't be as good as I think?" The truth was that he'd never have the money it took to own that kind of car, but he hated the thought of someone feeling sorry for him. Saying that would just feel like he was asking to be pitied.

"So, you think the idea is better than reality?" He rubbed his chin, "I like that, kind of like the smell of coffee is amazing but the taste, I just don't get it."

"You don't like coffee?"

"No, I prefer tea and only with honey." He lifted his teacup and took a sip, licking his lips. "Earthy with a perfect sweetness."

"I'd curl up and die without coffee!" Katsuki let out a bark of laughter.

"That's me with sweets, I'm bad. I have a stash at home, no one knows about it but I dig in whenever my craving hits."

"We all have something, right?"

Yawning again he nodded.

Katsuki could see he was trying to fight from falling asleep. As much as he was enjoying the company, the conversation, and the cool evening on the beach he needed to leave, he reminded himself yet again. But it was a million miles from his reality, and he didn't want it to end. "I should go, you keep yawning."

"No, no," Freckles stifled another yawn and laughed. "I'm just…" he pulled the blanket around him tighter. "I'm having a nice time."

Clicking his tongue lightly, Katsuki knew that was the final straw, he had to leave now. His voice was like a soft caress waking up feelings that had no place in his life right now. "I'm sorry you conked your head, but I'm glad we met, even if it was just for one day." Standing up he smiled. "I better go, I have to hit the road early tomorrow."

Pushing out his bottom lip, Freckles sulked. Katsuki stopped and placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled. His heart was tripping so hard in his chest, he wondered if he'd be able to hear it above the wind. "Good to meet you, Freckles."

"I'll walk you out," he lurched awkwardly to his feet, but the blanket caught on the chair and he stumbled forward.

"Deku," Katsuki chided as he grabbed him before he toppled over. "I think you might need some more help." He chuckled as another beautiful blush rushed into his cheeks.

"I'm fine, the blanket just caught."

"Let me be a hero to the end." Katsuki teased, wondering if he'd gone crazy. Of course, knowing that he'd never see this person again was making him feel more relaxed than usual. After three years in prison, this was the first genuine person he'd met in a long time, maybe ever. He swept him into his arms and carried him inside.

"Wait! Stop!" he laughed, holding his head. "It hurrrrts!"

"Then don't laugh, idiot." Putting him down as gently as possible on the bed, he flipped on the lamp. "That's it, my work is done." Reaching out he ruffled his bangs. His hair was softer than he expected. "Have a good life, stop falling and for hell's sake never give your keys, phone and cash to a stranger again." Standing up he laughed as he sputtered at him.

"I - I did that because you offered to help, and you'd already done so much! I knew I could trust you. I would've never done that otherwise."

Holding up his hands, Katsuki chuckled. "As long as you know. I'll clean up our dinner and head out."

"I'm gonna wash up," he huffed, kicking off the blanket. "I've got to be out early tomorrow too."

Pausing, Katsuki frowned, "you're not driving in the morning, are you?"

He furrowed his brow. "I didn't think of that, shoot, I'll have to figure something out." Groaning, he headed into the bathroom.

Going out onto the balcony, Katsuki cleaned up their dinner and came back into the room, locking the slider. Turning to leave, he froze. Freckles was leaning over the sink shirtless splashing his face. Damn, he had a better body than he'd thought. Solid and hard, the skin on his chest and back was creamy white, a stark contrast to his tanned arms. A farmer's tan if he'd ever seen one. It definitely confirmed that he must work outdoors. Turning away, he set the bag of food on the desk and waited until he heard him finish. "Do you want this food in the refrigerator?"

"I'm good, you can have it if you want." Pulling a shirt on, he sat heavily on the bed and rummaged through his backpack. His head drooped every now and then while he pulled out some pajamas. Katsuki watched him trying to focus through his medicated bubble. Holding up the pajama pants, he tried to sort out which leg was which. Once he had them fairly straight, he tried to get his feet into them. Missing, he toppled off the bed.

"Shit!" Katsuki lunged to catch him, but he rolled on to the ground in a perfect ball. His body began shaking. Squatting next to him Katsuki poked him. "Are you laughing?"

"Yessss," he hissed laughing as he tried to untangle his body. Luna jumped up, tongue licking and her tail wagging, ready to join in the fun.

"Would you hold still?" Katsuki started laughing with him while he pushed Luna away. "Tell your dog to lick someone else." He wiped his face.

Although he'd managed to climb onto his knees, Freckle's face was still flat on the floor. "Looona, go girl," he pointed to her blanket. Sitting down in her spot, she tipped her head. "Good girl," he cooed, trying to sit up.

"You'll never get anywhere at this rate." Grabbing him from around the waist, Katsuki hauled him onto the bed and flipped him on his back. Picking up his pajamas, he grabbed one of his legs.

"Oi, stop moving and I'll put these on you." Carefully putting in one foot in at a time, he tugged them up past his knees, then Freckles lifted his hips trying to help him. Desire ripped through him. "You do the rest," he jerked back. He was heading into dangerous waters.

Giggling, he grabbed the waistband and yanked it up high over his stomach. "Look," he laughed, sticking out his belly, "I look like my grandpa."

"You have a good-looking grandfather," Katsuki mumbled.

"He is," Freckles sat up, tugging the pants back down. "But I think I look more like my mom." He tipped his head back, his body listing sideways, until finally slumping over into the pillows. He sighed loudly. "I feel really funny."

"That's the meds," Katsuki kept his distance. "Are you going to be okay?"

Blowing his curls out of his eyes, he smiled wistfully. "I don't think so, Kacchan."

Seeing the sad smile on his face framed by his wild curls about undid him. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Katsuki stacked two pillows behind him and gently laid him into them. "A head injury can be tricky. You need to stay elevated, be sure to use these pillows tonight. Are you feeling bad? Nauseous?"

"Nope." he shook his head. Smiling, he grabbed one of his hands and laid it on his cheek. "I love how rough your hands are," he rubbed his face into his calloused palm.

"Hey Freck… Izuku," Katsuki tried to tug his hand away, but he held it firmly on his cheek. "You've taken medication that's making you feel similar to getting drunk. Do you understand?"

"Yep," he sighed into his hand and closed his eyes. "I miss this." His voice cracked slightly.

He was ready to bolt out the door but the deep sorrow in those last words tugged at Katsuki's heart. "What do you miss?"

"Touch, so simple and warm." His eyes slit open. "I think people that don't get touched enough just shrivel up and become a dried-up husk."

"Are you a husk?"

His big eyes widened sorrowfully. "I am," he whispered. "How about you?" Freckles reached out and laid his hand on his cheek. His palm was as calloused and rough as his own. The sensation on his skin felt surreal.

Grunting softly, Katsuki nodded. "I didn't think so until you just touched me."

"Yeah, I kinda guessed that about you."

"Guessed?" Katsuki cocked a brow. A blush rushed into his freckled face, and he smiled sheepishly.

"The way you're kinda gruff on the outside, but not so much on the inside." He giggled, "I can tell a lot about you."

"Is that the reason you trusted a complete stranger?" Katsuki winked playfully, stroking his cheek lightly with his thumb.

"It is Ka-cchan," he teased, "but who wouldn't trust their hero?" Reaching over, Freckles fumbled with the light, flipping it off.

The room went dark, the sound of the waves thundering off in the distance whipped on the wind coming through the open window.

"Can I ask you one last favor?"

Katsuki tensed.

"I promise… it's simple… and something I think we both need." Taking a deep breath, he blurted out his next works. "Would you hold me? Just for a little bit?" He began to feel across his face, tracing his jaw and chin, his thumb touching the corner of Katsuki's mouth. "It won't be long, I can tell I'm about to pass out. You can leave whenever you want."

The room was quiet except for the sound of the sea and without a word Katsuki pulled his hand from his face. He had to go…

"Sorry," Freckles mumbled disappointedly.

"I didn't say no," he gave up. There was nothing on this earth that was going to drag him out of here. The thought of being in his arms and holding him, it was like a feast for a starving man.

Barely able to see except for the glow of the light outside, he crawled across the bed, trying not to jostle him. "You need to keep your head up, so I can't really hold you." Carefully he put his head onto his chest and wrapped one arm around his body. "Is this okay? If I'm too heavy, let me know." His cheek pressed into his worn t-shirt, and he could hear the steady rhythm of his heart.

"This is perfect." Freckles whispered, draping one arm over his shoulders. His other hand began to play with his hair. The touch surprised him, and he jerked back at first. Freckles paused for a heartbeat but reached out tentatively again. This time Katsuki relaxed and let him run his fingers through his hair. The product he used was sticky, but Freckles endlessly splayed his fingers working out the gel until his hair drooped down over his forehead. Each slow, almost tender stroke of his hand seemed to peel back the layers of wariness and unease that he'd built up. He sighed and closed his eyes, like the shave earlier in the day, he let himself enjoy what he'd been denied for so long. He grunted softly as a sense of comfort and happiness floated through him.

After a while his hand slowed until it stopped, and he could hear the deep even breath of sleep. It was time to get up and leave. This was all he'd asked.

But... he couldn't.

His warmth was so inviting, so real. Three years was a long time to hug a pillow and now being given such an invitation was indescribable.

How the hell did he get so lucky?

To meet a person like this was a once in a lifetime chance. Nuzzling his cheek into his chest he reveled in the feel one last time, branding it into his memory. God knew when it would happen again. The ocean waves and his heart were all he could hear as the night pressed in on him. Squeezing him tightly, he finally forced himself to sit up.

Tomorrow he'd be on his way to a work program, essentially jail again but with more freedom. He doubted he'd meet anyone like this for a long time. Gently touching his cheek, he leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"Sweet dreams Freckles, I hope you have a good life." Inching to the edge of the bed, he let himself out of the room quietly.