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Forgot to Say, I Love You	By : DevilnBlue Category: +M to R > My Hero Academia Views: 118 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One
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Hello it’s Hopeless Blue Kiss here. I hope you enjoy the story. I won’t lie, I got a little emotional writing this and this story can go in two different directions. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think. I am anxious to see how this story turned out.
Forgot to Say, I Love You
Chapter One
Izuku’s fingers dance across the velvety smoothness of the small box in his pocket. His all-black three-piece suit felt still and unfamiliar, but was a necessary evil that his future mother-in-law insisted on him wearing from her new line. He was so fucking nervous and not even yanking at his wild green curls to feel that slight bit of pain, before smoothing them back in place. Or him shaking out first his hands and then his Italian loafered feet could shake out the minute tremble of his limbs.
He chuckled softly to himself as he rode up the elevator to his shared apartment with his boyfriend and roommate. He tried to remind himself that talking to his boyfriend’s parents and asking for their son’s hand in marriage should have been more nerve-wrecking then confronting his volatile boyfriend. Kacchan was unpredictable, but familiar.
Him and his Kacchan had been secretly dating since senior year at UA High. It had been exciting and new. He had been over the moon that his long-time rival and childhood friend had confessed to him. He was left stunned and honored, heart racing seeing his cool and collected friend blushing and spluttering about realizing that he was in love with him and could they go out. He had nodded his head like a bobblehead that day and couldn’t help the tears springing up in his eyes because they had truly come a long way from the bully that called him a useless ‘Deku’ to the budding hero panicking at his tears.
He let out a wet laugh, face scrunched up into something ugly so as to prevent him from letting his tear ducts flow at remembrance at one of the happiest moments in his life. Everything was new and anxiety ridden. Katsuki had reasoned that they should keep their relationship a secret because he didn’t want their peanut gallery of friends to overanalyze their relationship and break them up before things had even gotten started. They had both seen many a relationship starts in their friend group, implode on itself because everyone had wanted to put their two cents in it. So Midoriya had eagerly agreed to hoard these precious moments to himself.
They daringly held hands when no one was around. Hands yanking each other in empty rooms and closets to grope and kiss when too excited after a fight. It was so fresh, new, and excited that it was naturally the next step to become roommates when they graduated from UA High. They had christened every room in their little one-bedroom apartment and when they had climbed up the hero ranks christened their new two-bedroom apartment.
Izuku had bit his tongue and bide his time as long as possible, wanting to share the joy of calling Katsuki his. But Katsuki had reasoned that they had to climb up the hero ranks first before exposing themselves as a gay couple. Izuku had first argued that their real fans would love them for them and not who they climbed into bed with. But Katsuki was insistent and wouldn’t even allow them to tell their friend group, even when they jokingly pointed out that they had a one-bedroom apartment.
It had been their biggest argument. Explosive and passionate that resulted them in using their spare bedroom as Izuku cooled his heels until a sullen Katsuki finally explained his fears, days later that he had wanted to come out to his parents first before the whole world analyzed him. That he had wanted to make sure the world saw what he could really do before they tried tearing him apartment because of his sexual orientation and he didn’t want to lose Izuku in the meantime.
It had resulted in Izuku grabbing his hand and dragging him onto the guest bed, that the blonde lingered by and show his forgiveness with each tender kiss and touch. His heart rejoicing to be together once more with his volatile bombshell and rejoicing even more so when four years later Katsuki confessed to finally telling his parents that he was gay.
Midoriya had tackled and hugged him, sprinkling kisses liberally on his face in his joy. He eagerly babbled about how great it would be to finally let his mother and Auntie know that he was dating Katsuki. His heart having been sick not being able to reveal such an intimate detail to his doting mother. He chuckled softly as Katsuki indulgently patted his fluffy head and tried to reign in his enthusiasm, but it was thrilling because it meant they were on the cusp of telling their friends, and after that the world. He had wanted to shout to the rooftop their relationship and this had gotten them one step closer. They were even in the top ten ranking so they had established themselves with their hard work and their hero company they formed together that the ‘Wonder Duo’ was on a steady incline to success.
His heart had soared, and congratulations and weekly dinners were soon arranged between the happy couple and their family as the news came out. And for a while this contented Izuku, until he realized that Katsuki was still not open yet to telling his friends yet. They had offered to set them both up with different people on blind dates when they had realized two of their favorite people had never gone out dating with anyone. But the lame excuse of being too busy with hero work could only work so long when Tenya and Ochaco were already happily married and expecting their first child and Denki and Kyoka had just come back from their whirlwind honeymoon.
He wanted that for them. He wanted his friends to celebrate in their joy and wish them a lifetime of happiness and with this ring, he knew they would. No excuses, no more hesitation. He was going to propose to Kakashi on their 6^th anniversary. He loved Katsuki with all his heart and had gotten off of his international mission early in order to arrange things with a little help from his parent and future-in-laws.
He was going walk into their apartment, give his favorite blonde a big kiss and an anniversary gift he’d never forget, before whisking him off to an intimate dinner with him and their folks at an upscale restaurant he had to reserved six months in advance.
He let out a deep exhale, tears shimmering in his eyes, despite himself and walked out of the elevator and purposely to his apartment door. Izuku chuckled wetly at his trembling fingers fumbled to open his apartment door, only to realizing in stunned shock the door giving out for him at the slightest pressure. This was not like his Kacchan at all. The blonde was more hypervigilant than him.
Izuku was on immediate alert, the soft glow of One for All crackling I the darkness of his living room as he eased the door open and closed it behind him. He nearly tripped over a pile of clothes in his front entryway, confusion wrinkling his brow as he noticed that their was more clothes strewn everywhere. ‘Had we been rob?’ he thought. Then cautiously, “Kacchan, are you okay?!” he whispered shouted, not wanting to alert any would-be intruders, but also wanting to ensure the safety of his boyfriend.
He heard movement in their shared bedroom area and a soft moan that was distinctively his boyfriend. More than likely in pain from being ambushed by the intruders. He cautiously made his way to the bedroom door, his eyes adjusted enough to the darkness with the help of the electric glow of his powers. His teeth clenched, muscles tensed, as he prepared to throttle the thieves that had brazenly tried to rob the home of the ‘Wonder Duo.’ He yanked, more like ripped the bedroom door off its hinges as the moans grew distinctive louder only to nearly choke at the sight before him.
Two bodies wreathed naked on the bed, caught in the throes of passion. The moans from his boyfriend, deafening now in his ears, only halted as red eyes widened in realization at the intruder in his bedroom. “Deku?! Why are you… When did you get here,” Katsuki said lamely. Hands that had once passionately grasped and raked redden marks down a sweaty, naked back, smacked hard against a familiar redhead’s back to stop his thrusting. Izuku had seen that same sweaty back a million times when their friend Eijiro donned on his topless hero costume.
“I got off early… It was our anniversary…” Izuku said weakly, tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. The tiger lilies he had clutched in his hand were slightly crushed, but no worse for wear until he let them fall from his limp fingers.
“It’s not what it looks like—” Kakashi tried to spit out, looking frightened under his best friend. He tried to push the redhead away, to no avail.
“Hey MidoBro, could you like go? Umm… It’s not cool to rip someone’s door off the hinges and walk in on your roommate in the middle because it’s your friendaversary,” Eijiro laughed nervously, one-handedly rubbing his mane of red hair, while balancing himself on his other hand. His sweaty body was still poise over Katsuki. They had yet to decouple. The blonde’s legs, slackened, but still wrapped around Eijiro’s waist in a lover’s embrace.
Izuku wanted to destroy everything.
He wanted to bodily rip Eijiro from his boyfriend’s grasp. Could easily grab his shoulder and fling him to the opposite wall and have him smash against their shared dresser. He would then climb into the sex mussed sheets covered in sweat and questionable fluids and shake Katsuki’s shoulders demanding ‘why the fuck wasn’t I enough?!’. But the betrayal felt like a sucker punch to his solar plexus, leaving him nearly double, gasping in the sex musk air.
He was beyond pissed as he looked at his ex-boyfriend. There was no misinterpreting Eijiro finally huffing in finality, pulling his dick out of Katsuki’s bruised and glistening asshole as the redhead sat up properly to address his former classmate and friend. “Hey, is everything okay MidoBro? Did something happen? Why are you so dressed up?” he asked genuinely concerned, the sheets pooled around his naked hips, not realizing the impending explosion.
The blonde had looked anxiously between the two men, his old lover and new one, unsure on how he could explain himself. But his anxiety had turned into rage, not liking the feeling of guilt that curled his stomach as he saw his teddy-bear of a boyfriend looked absolutely devastated and he knew he did that. Put that look on his face. Probably had gotten someone to dress him up to look special to surprise him, only to see his insecure lover in the arms of another.It had pissed him so much that he unhelpfully exploded.
“Say something?! Do something! Don’t just stare you fucking Deku!” Katsuki shouted, tossing a pillow at Izuku’s chest when his boyfriend stood there sullenly staring at him for along soul-scourching time.
“It’s over,” Izuku said with no emotional infliction. His powers had already sputtered out at the realization that he hadn’t been met with a gruesome oh his boyfriend badly wounded, but actively cheating on him. All the fight had gone out of him just as easily as his fists had balled up to do bodily harm.
“What the fuck do you mean it’s over!?” Katsuki exploded, standing in his naked glory. Kiss marked, and bitten, fluid dripping down his leg. He marched up to Izuku and smacked his chest with both hands, daring him to leave him. “I’m the one who determines if it’s over. You’ve always gone at my pace,” he snarled out.
“It’s over,” ground out Izuku with a little more fire and passion, gripping both of Katsuki’s wrist. He held them a little more tightly, squeezing them hard before flinging them off of his person. “Our relationship. Our friendship. Our business is over. You made your decision the moment you spread your legs like a cheap whore,” hissed out Izuku, jaw muscles jumping in his anger. It was all he could do not to wrap his hands around that slender neck of Katsuki and squeeze.
“Did you… were you two going out?” Eijiro asked cautiously, eyes widening in realization. “Shit, Kats, what the hell?!” He cursed softly and scrambled to get dress. Apologies falling from his lips, prepared to leave, but Midoriya’s body blocked the only exit. The greenette’s green gaze, poison arrows that speared anyone that fell under his stony gaze.
“The fuck do you think you are saying shit like that. It was a mistake. We were moving too fast and
“How long was this mistake of yours Katsuki? How many times? Were there others?!” he demanded in a low timbre. His green eyes narrowed at the naked blonde that was glaring back at him while rubbing his tender wrists.
“We have been going out for a little over three months now and I lost count of how many times,” Eijiro confessed when the blonde sullenly remained silent. He looked truly contrite and didn’t know who to comfort when he was part of deception, he didn’t realize he was involved in until now.
“Enjoy yourselves. I’m sorry I ruined your evening. I’ll have my things removed within a week,” Izuku said tersely. He turned woodenly and walked away. His arm yanked back violently when Katsuki tried to grasp at his arm.
Izuku had to get out of there.
He couldn’t stay.
Couldn’t breathe.
His fingers scratched as his throat in desperation to rip open his collar as he turned tail and ran with the help of his quirk.
He had to run.
He had to get out of there.
He was going to drown in his misery.
He was going to kill someone if he didn’t leave right now.
His eyes were blinded by his tears as he exited the building and leapt onto the neighboring building roof. He leapt from building to building. The icy fingers of the air whistling behind him, brushing away and drying his freefalling tears. His fingers fumbled and ripped open his onyx buttons of his tailored, pinstripe waistcoat and shirt, feeling restrictive in the elegant trappings.
He wanted to crawl to his mother like a wounded animal, cry, and shelter in place. But he couldn’t because he was a twenty-four-year-old adult, and he couldn’t face his mother when he knew his Auntie and Uncle were at the restaurant awaiting the good news.
Izuku sobbed openly. His body blindly going to where it needed to seek safe haven. His heart throbbed so loudly in his ears in nearly blocked out the beeps and rings of his cell phone in his suit jacket. He had half a mind to toss his phone on the ground if not for the fear that he needed his phone for hero emergencies.
Before he knew it he was standing at the front door of his best friend. The same best friend that Katsuki had aggressively hinted at throughout their relationship that he had spent too much time hanging around. It was laughable now considering that him an Shoto had spent less time together then they did in High School, and he never thought of banging his friend when he was in a committed relationship. It was more than likely a cheater’s sense of projecting their misdeeds onto him to assuage their guilt.
He hesitated at Shoto’s doorstep, unsure if it would be unfair to unburden himself on his friend. His hand was lifted up ready to knock, but at the last minute decided against it. His heels turning, preparing to go to some hotel and seek refuge. But before he could walk a safe enough distance away to leap away from the residential block, he could hear the door open and Izuku turned like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“I saw you from my window and was waiting for you to announce your presence,” the dual haired man, greeted, clad in a mint green striped pajama set. His door widens in invitation to let his best friend in. It was clear his grey and blue eyes took in the puffy redness of green eyes, disheveled black suit, and the misery that rolled off Izuku in waves that something horrible had happened. But he held his tongue and allowed his friend to brush past him like a lost puppy coming home with his tail between his legs.
He quietly closed his door behind them both and offered to make them some herbal tea in a kitchen he barely used beyond making the simplest of meals.
“Thank you,” Izuku said softly. He scrubbed his face with his sleeve and pulled out his cell phone to see that his parents, and Katsuki had called him in almost equal waves. He even a few unread text messages from Eijiro and could only let out a deep, heartfelt sigh before forcing his slightly cracked phone to shut down.
“Rought night?” Shoto asked politely even as he gently pushed a warm mug of chamomile tea with a hint of honey and vanilla to his distraught friend. He gently guided his friend to sit on his large, expensive ass couch and it was all he could to do but freeze both his and Izuku’s mugs of tea as they sloshed dangerously when the greenette collapsed on his friend like a poorly made souffle.
Hiccupping sobs, shook the broad shoulders of his dearest friend and Shoto nearly froze up, awkwardly putting the frozen mugs of tea to the floor before gathering the slightly shorter male into his arms. He murmured no nonsense words as he combed his fingers through stiffly styled, hair, coaxing the wild seaweed curls to come loose. He always loved Izuku’s soft, wooly hair and had to fight the temptation to pet them to feel how soft they truly were.
His heart was breaking seeing his friend hurt like this. His mint green pajama top soon soaked with tears as Izuku openly sobbed like a child. Shoto knew his friend was still a bit of a crybaby, even though he mellowed out substantially since they were kids playing heroes in high school. But this was a different beast, and he vowed to himself that he would crush the thing that had brought such a sunshine individual like his best friend, down this low.
Shoto just hummed and rocked Izuku, waiting until the tears had finally subsided. Then waited some more for his friend to decide win to speak. He could be patient. He could wait an eon if it took. But fortunately for both it didn’t take that long.
“I just broke up with Kacchan after finding him cheating with Eijiro in our bed,” he confessed after his sobs had abated. He sounded so small and deflated. He felt scooped out and hallow right now. He couldn’t cry any more even if he wanted to. A a biting headache was coming on, his throat hoarse, and his eyes itchy from crying so much.
“Fuck,” Shoto breathed. His stroking fingers in his friend’s hair stopped as he looked down at the miserable mess engulfed in his arms as the young man peered up at him with puffy, green eyes. “How long?” was the next words out of his mouth. He had always suspected that Midoriya and Bakugou were more than just friends. The fact that neither dated and seemed closer than any hero duo or best friend should be had the young genius suspecting but unwilling to voice his suspicions.
He had hoped his best friend would come out to him in time and reveal the person who had stolen his heart. He himself had never dated, pining for someone who was clearly involved with someone. But he had convinced himself that he would be happy if his crush had been happy. Years had passed and Midoriya had remained close lipped and yet to find out that his best friend’s heart was stolen and crushed by the infamous Katsuki Bakugou, had him seeing red.
“How long what?” Izuku asked, seeming to be sleep drunk, in his emotional exhaustion. He looked forlornly at Shoto’s wet PJ top and let out a soft apology as he gently plucked at it trying to pry the tear-stained shirt from clinging to him like a second skin.
“That’s okay. How long had you and the bastard been going out? How long has he been cheating on you?” Shoto asked in a demanding tone. Steam was unfurling from between clenched lips, he was so pissed at their friends’ betrayal to his closest and dearest friend. Izuku deserved better than this.
“Six years as of tonight. Apparently three months with his best friend,” he sobbed out. But no nears came out, he was already too wrung, out and tired to shed more. His face rubbing sleepily against Shoto’s damp PJ as if the greenette could burel inside his fleshy insides and seek refuge. His body curled up further, with his upper half still being cradled by Shoto.
‘I’ll kill him and hide his body. No one will suspect me. I’ll burn all the evidence too,’ Shoto thought vehemently as he dragged the man further up into his grasp so he could lay more on top of him. His weight was a reassuring pressure on top of him. Better than a weighted blanket as he arranged the greenette so that they lay lengthwise on the couch instead of in a sitting position to one side. He tucked Midoriya’s head under his chin, hugging him with his whole body as he stroked his back and continued to pet his head.
“I’m enough right? I did all the right things as a boyfriend, right? I was… was going to propose and everything when he was ready,” he mumbled sleepily. His cold nose and warm breath tickling Shoto’s Adam’s apple as he tried to untuck his head from under Shoto’s chin to look at his friend with vulnerable eyes.
“You’re more than enough,” Shoto reassured, cupping a freckled cheek. He gave the smallest of indulgent smiles when Izuku leaned into the touch.
“I wish I had fallen in love with you instead. Everything seemed… easy and natural when I am with you. Even now, when my world was crumbling I needed you to tell me everything was going to be okay,” he confessed sleepily and sincerely.
“Wha… What?” gasped out Shoto. His heart thumping hard in his chest as he looked into his best friend’s blotchy face. He looked so cute and vulnerable, with those big, green eyes the color of new leaves. His nose and cheeks were flushed pink, defining his freckled face and he wanted to cup the other cheek and cradle that face closer to his.
He wanted.
He wanted.
He wanted.
But he couldn’t because he was afraid that he would lose his first friend by
being selfish. He had bitten his lips and greedily held onto the friendship, hoping that would buoy him and keep him afloat, despite knowing he’d lose him to some girl or guy. If only he had Izuku’s friendship, he was willing to sacrifice. If only that smile could turn towards him one more time, he could cope and be happy that Izuku was happy. ‘But look at what my selfishness and fear have gotten me,’ he thought forlornly to himself. His thumb, stroke a tear-strained, freckle cheek that he was sorely tempted to kiss.
“I had a crush on you in UA… But you didn’t seem interested and Kaachan…. Bakugou had pursued me so…” He trailed off feebly, fiddling with the buttons of Shoto’s PJs. He looked bashful as he smiled wistfully at a past that could never be changed now.
Now was not the time.
‘Look at him he looks so vulnerable.’
Now was not the time.
‘He looks so kissable and soft.’
Now was not the time.
‘He exactly had a crush on me.’
Now as not the time.
‘But when will my time come?’
“I had a crush on you,” Shoto blurted out. His cheeks reddened as those gorgeous green eyes zeroed in on him. The sleepy glaze of unfocused eyes, refocused as he looked intently at his best friend.
Shoto bemoaned Izuku sitting up, but he allowed his legs to fall to his sides as the greenette loomed over him. He blushed as he admitted the truth. He had been dying to say this since back in UA. Had hid behind fear for too long and despite knowing that this was the wrong time. He didn’t know when the right time would show up since he never confessed before.
“I—” Izuku began, unsure on how to respond when he jerked at the vicious banging of Shoto’s door.
“I know you’re fucking in there with IcyHot, Deku! We have to talk!” Katsuki muffled shout came from the closed front door. And then all hell broke loose as Shoto leapt over the side of his couch. Hair enflamed and steam frosting from his lips..
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