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a second chance
A second chance
I'm sorry, but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head, thank you, Rey, @reynemi, for this wonderful fanart, and I hope you like this small drabble:
The sunlight hitting his face is what wakes him up. He forgot to close the blinds last night, and Izuku squints against the morning sun.
He stretches his limbs, always a little stiff after sleeping. His hand wanders and makes contact with warm skin. Izuku lays his palm flat on it and caresses the back until his fingers touch the rugged lines of old scars.
Izuku takes notice of the weight of the arm hugging him, and turns until he can see the bed more clearly.
Until he can see him more clearly.
Kacchan tends to sleep on his belly, and Izuku can only see half of his face buried on his pillow, but he still drinks in every single detail.
His hair is as wild as ever, with the added bonus of the sun changing it to gold. The frown that’s been leaving lines between his eyes with every year is softened. Izuku touches the wrinkles with the pad of his thumb, and smiles when Kacchan grumbles but doesn’t wake up. It's like he knows he's safe. Kacchan has nothing to worry about as long as Izuku is lying next to him.
That wasn’t always the case.
Izuku thinks back to every night he spent on his bed, sometimes alone, sometimes with another person by his side, when he couldn’t help but feel like something wasn’t right. It wasn’t that it was wrong, but it wasn’t right. Izuku would stare at the ceiling and wonder what it was that he was missing.
He doesn’t wonder anymore; there’s no doubt in his mind that he's right where he belongs.
With Kacchan.
His Kacchan.
The one who waited for him. The one who fought for a dream Izuku was too afraid to even allow himself to want. The one strong enough to hold up the weight of their goals. The one who never gave up on him, even when Izuku wasn’t sure he was worth fighting for. But what did he expect? Kacchan had never backed down from a fight.
Izuku was always meant to be here. It was only ever going to be Kacchan.
He wishes he could go back in time and tell himself what his life was going to look like. But that’s okay, he doesn’t think he could have handled knowing what was waiting for him, because if he did, it would have driven him crazy just to wait for the rest of his life to start.
Izuku sits up, just so he has a better view. It’s the rustling and Izuku slipping from his hug that finally wakes Kacchan.
A piercing red eye pins Izuku down, catching his gaze.
"What? Is there something on my face?"
"No, Kacchan."
"Then why are you staring at me?"
"Can't I just like watching you sleep?"
"No, it’s fucking creepy."
Izuku laughs, and Kacchan smiles at him. Not his victory smirk, or his unhinged grin. Just a smile, slow and unguarded, and only for Izuku.
Can this still be called a second chance when there was never another choice for him? Izuku is right where he's supposed to be.
omg jeka 🥺 ive never had anyone write anything for my art before im so incredibly touched by this!! the way you wrote how izuku feels like a piece of a puzzle has clicked into place with katsuki in his bed is exactly what i envisioned while drawing this. their quiet warm intimacy here makes me feel so at home. i couldn't stop smiling while reading this, thank you so much for writing it I'm so honoured <3