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Assistant: Title: Felt
        Author: myheromon14 myheromon14 
        Chapter: 1/10 
        Summary: Izuku and Katsuki have been through a lot together, but there's still a weird tension between them despite their closeness. Something that's closed off, unspoken, as if a barrier is built between them but they don't know why.ORIzuku and Katsuki are hit by a quirk on patrol that connects their emotions. Forcing them to feel what the other is feeling and things get...tense.
        Contents: Chapter 1
    

    


  

  
  
    
    The late afternoon sky over Musutafu was tinged with a burnt-orange hue as the sun began to set behind the skyline. The city's heartbeat drummed beneath it—a rhythmic pulse of life. Citizens hurried through the streets, their steps quickened by the encroaching evening chill. High above the crowds, Pro Heroes darted from rooftop to rooftop, watchful eyes trained on the bustling metropolis below.Among them were two familiar figures, one cloaked in a tattered green hero costume, and the other a streak of red and black against the fading light. Izuku Midoriya, known to the world as Deku, and Katsuki Bakugou, the explosive Pro Hero Dynamight, had been assigned yet another joint mission. It had been a few years since their graduation from U.A., and though much had changed, some things remained stubbornly the same. The tension between them, for one."Oi, nerd! Stay sharp. We’re close," Bakugou barked over his shoulder, his voice rough as ever, though it lacked the venom it once had.Deku, always alert, gave a quick nod. "Right. The target should be near this district. The reports said they’ve been moving erratically over the past few days. We’ll need to be careful."The villain they were after wasn’t particularly dangerous in terms of strength, but they were slippery. Their Quirk had caused several incidents of disruption—mental disturbances, emotional outbursts, and sporadic fits of hysteria among the civilian population. No one had gotten hurt yet, but that was precisely why the two heroes were called in. Best to take care of it before it escalated.Bakugou grunted in acknowledgment as they landed silently on the roof of a dimly lit warehouse. The air around them felt tense, as if the city itself was holding its breath. Both heroes scanned the area, their senses heightened from years of battle experience.Deku’s hand hovered near the comm link attached to his ear. "The reports said this villain's Quirk affects emotions. We should be on our guard for anything unusual—""I know, Deku," Bakugou cut him off sharply, his crimson eyes narrowed in concentration. "Just focus on not getting in my way."Deku suppressed a sigh. It was always like this with Katsuki, no matter how much time had passed. They had developed a rhythm of sorts, a partnership born of countless missions and battles, but the friction between them never truly faded.As they made their way into the warehouse, the air inside was thick with dust and the stench of something stale. The place had clearly been abandoned for a while, but there were signs of recent activity—footprints in the dirt, discarded wrappers, an overturned chair. They moved in silence, communicating only through gestures as they scanned the area for the villain’s presence.Deku’s breath hitched for a moment as he caught movement from the shadows. His muscles tensed, ready for action. Beside him, Bakugou's fists crackled with faint sparks, a low warning hum that could explode into action at any second.The villain stepped out from the darkness—a lanky figure with a mask that covered most of their face, the only visible feature being the eerie glint of their eyes. A wave of unease washed over the room as the villain raised their hand, fingers curling in a subtle gesture."Pro Heroes… just what I needed," the villain hissed, their voice slithering through the air. "You’ve come to disrupt my peace."Bakugou, never one for banter, snarled. "We’re here to kick your ass, psycho. Come quietly, or I’ll blow you to pieces."Deku stepped forward, trying for a more measured approach. "We know your Quirk has been affecting people. You’re causing harm without realizing it. Surrender, and we’ll make sure no one gets hurt."The villain tilted their head, seemingly amused. "Hurt? Oh no… you’re the ones about to feel everything."Without another word, the villain’s hand snapped upward, and a pulse of energy rippled through the air, invisible but potent. It hit both Deku and Bakugou like a wave crashing over them. For a second, everything went white—no sound, no sight, just a flash of overwhelming sensation.Deku staggered, his mind spinning. It wasn’t physical pain that struck him, but an intense surge of emotion. Anger, confusion, frustration—it slammed into him with such force that he gasped. His heart raced as if it was his own fury, but something about it felt foreign, disconnected.Bakugou, on the other hand, froze for a split second, his teeth gritted. He felt something he hadn't felt in years—raw, unbridled worry. It clawed at him, gnawing in his chest like an uncontrollable beast. But it wasn’t his concern… was it?The villain cackled, stepping back into the shadows. "Let’s see how you deal with this."The world snapped back into focus, the light dimming again to the dusty warehouse. The Quirk’s effect faded, but something lingered. Deku blinked rapidly, shaking off the disorientation, but the odd sensation remained in the pit of his stomach.Bakugou shot him a sharp glance, his voice low and gravelly. "The hell was that?""I-I don’t know." Deku’s hand instinctively reached for his chest, where his heart still pounded uncomfortably. "I felt—"He stopped mid-sentence, his brows knitting together. There was no point in trying to explain. He hadn’t just felt his own emotions. Something had been layered on top of his own. And now, despite the villain’s disappearance, he could still feel it faintly—lingering frustration, sharp and agitated. But it didn’t belong to him.Bakugou, meanwhile, clenched his fists, a growl of irritation rumbling in his throat. He could feel something too. A distant undercurrent of worry, pulsing in the back of his mind. It made his skin crawl. And worse—it wasn’t his."Kacchan," Deku said cautiously, his eyes wide. "I think… I think we’re feeling each other’s emotions."Bakugou stared at him, his jaw tightening. "You’ve gotta be kidding me.""I wish I was."The air between them crackled with tension, a strange, electric current of shared emotion neither of them fully understood. It was disorienting, like a mirror of their own feelings turned inside out. They could feel something, but not the why, not the context.Bakugou turned away sharply, his frustration spiking. "This is b@llsh@t. We need to find that freak and fix this."Deku nodded, his resolve hardening even as a wave of Bakugou’s simmering anger washed over him. They had no idea how long this effect would last—or how deep it would go. But one thing was clear: until they stopped the villain, they were stuck feeling each other’s every emotion, and neither of them was prepared for what that meant.As they stepped back out into the night, the city spread before them, buzzing with life, unaware of the strange bond that had just been forced upon two of its heroes. The night air buzzed with an intensity that neither Izuku nor Katsuki could quite shake. Every step they took was underscored by a strange, invisible pull, like an unseen thread tying them together. The mission had become more complicated than either of them expected, and neither hero liked the idea of fighting while grappling with foreign emotions. But there was no other choice—the villain had to be stopped, and fast."Keep up, nerd," Bakugou growled as they raced across rooftops, his eyes scanning the streets below for any sign of their target. Despite his usual bravado, there was an unfamiliar edge to his voice—frustration, yes, but tinged with something else. Something… anxious. It made his skin crawl.Deku, running just behind, gritted his teeth against the constant waves of Bakugou's irritation flooding through him. It was like trying to breathe in a room filled with smoke—every emotion Bakugou felt smothered his own, making it hard to stay focused."I’m right behind you," Deku replied, his voice tight as he tried to control his breathing. He didn’t dare mention how his concern had been creeping into Bakugou’s chest, how he could sense the confusion lurking beneath his partner’s anger. They were both feeling the strain of it, even if neither would admit it.Suddenly, a shadow darted between buildings ahead of them. The villain."There!" Deku pointed, eyes narrowing.Bakugou immediately launched forward, explosions flaring from his palms as he propelled himself through the air. "I’ll cut him off! You take the other side."Deku nodded, already calculating his route. He darted left, slipping through an alleyway to get around to the other side of the building where the villain had disappeared. His breath came in steady, measured bursts as he pushed his body to keep up, knowing Bakugou was counting on him to be quick.But as the distance between them grew, a sharp, stabbing pain flared in Deku’s skull."Ah—!" He stumbled, clutching his head as an agonizing headache tore through him. His vision blurred, and he could feel the same searing pain radiating from Bakugou, like their minds were being squeezed in a vice. Bakugou’s anger spiked, followed by a flash of fear—emotions that weren’t Deku’s but crashed into him with unbearable force.Bakugou’s voice came through the comm in a strained growl. "Deku—what the hell—"Before Deku could respond, his legs gave out, and he dropped to his knees, gasping. His hands pressed against his temples, trying to dull the pain that felt like it was splitting his skull in two.Bakugou was experiencing the same thing. Somewhere above him, Deku could hear the distinct crackle of Bakugou's explosions as the other hero collapsed mid-flight, barely able to stop himself from crashing into the rooftop. Both of them writhed in agony, unable to comprehend what was happening.And then, above the searing pain, a cruel laugh echoed through the air.The villain stepped out from the shadows, their mask still covering their face, but the gleam in their eyes was unmistakable. They watched the two Pro Heroes struggle on the ground, clearly enjoying the sight."Oh, did I forget to mention?" the villain taunted, their voice dripping with amusement. "My Quirk doesn’t just let you feel each other’s emotions. It connects you. Completely. Emotions, pain, everything."Bakugou forced himself to stand, though his body trembled from the effort. "Tch… What the hell… did you do…?" His voice was low and dangerous, but the pain was undeniable.The villain strolled closer, waving a hand dismissively. "I traded your emotions—linked them, if you will. Normally, it just affects feelings. But there’s a catch." Their smile widened beneath the mask. "You can’t be apart. Not for more than eight feet, anyway. If you do… well, you just experienced a taste of that, didn’t you?"Deku managed to push himself up on one knee, gasping for air. "What… do you mean?" he asked, his voice strained, but his mind racing to make sense of the villain’s words.The villain’s eyes gleamed, clearly relishing in their explanation. "The part of your brain that processes emotions is now shared between you two. It’s a fascinating effect, really. The farther you go from each other, the more strain it puts on that delicate part of the brain—the amygdala. Go beyond eight feet, and it’ll feel like your emotions are being ripped apart. The pain? That’s just your brain screaming for relief."Bakugou’s fists clenched, tiny explosions sparking from his palms as his rage built up. "You freakin' b@st@rd…" he snarled, but he couldn’t move. The pain flared every time he tried to push forward.Deku winced, feeling the sharp stab of Bakugou’s anger surge through him, doubling his own pain. His vision flickered, but he fought to stay focused. If what the villain said was true, then they had a serious problem. They couldn’t fight effectively if they couldn’t stay apart. Worse, the very nature of Bakugou’s Quirk—his explosions—relied on mobility and distance. Staying close to Deku would limit him."I guess you’ve figured it out by now," the villain continued with a dark chuckle. "You can’t fight me properly like this. Every time you try to split up, you’ll be incapacitated by pain. And if you go too far… well, you’ll risk tearing your mind apart."Bakugou’s jaw clenched so tightly his teeth might crack. He struggled to get back on his feet, his vision still blurry from the lingering pain, but he couldn’t afford to let this freak get away. "Deku, we’ve gotta move. We can’t let this b@st@rd—"But Deku held up a hand, his face twisted in thought despite the pain. "Wait, Kacchan. We need to rethink our approach.""What the hell are you talking about?!" Bakugou spat, his body trembling with both anger and residual agony. "We’re not just gonna let him walk away!""We won’t," Deku said, his voice steadier now. "But we can’t split up, and if we charge in recklessly, we’ll just end up hurting ourselves even more."Bakugou glared at him, but Deku could feel the frustration and unwillingness to admit he was right. Despite their differences, Bakugou had always respected Deku’s strategic mind, even if he wouldn’t say it out loud.The villain tilted their head, watching the exchange with curiosity. "Oh, please, go ahead and strategize. Not that it’ll do you any good."Deku ignored the villain, his mind already working through a plan. "We’ll have to stick together. We can’t let him separate us again." His eyes darted to Bakugou’s, and for a brief moment, their emotions aligned—anger, determination, and a hint of desperation.Bakugou growled under his breath, then finally nodded, though begrudgingly. "Fine. Let’s finish this. Together."The villain laughed again, clearly underestimating them. But this time, as Bakugou and Deku rose to their feet, the pull between them seemed less like a burden and more like an anchor. They moved in sync, both heroes pushing through the pain, ready to take the fight to the villain—together, as one.The next battle wouldn’t be easy, but neither of them had ever been the type to back down from a challenge.   The warehouse was silent except for the faint crackling of Bakugou's remaining sparks, flickering harmlessly in the air as the villain lay defeated, restrained and immobilized by Deku's Blackwhip. Both heroes stood over him, their chests heaving with the effort of the fight, sweat dripping from their brows. It had been a tense battle—one made infinitely harder by the constant pull of shared emotions, but they had managed to subdue the villain without letting their bond break them."I can’t believe it… these two idiots actually did it," the villain muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. Despite being captured, there was a smug grin beneath his mask. He almost seemed pleased with himself, even though his hands were bound tightly behind his back.Bakugou, still seething, took a step forward, his anger spiking so sharply that Deku instinctively flinched from the intensity of it. "Oi, freak! Now tell us how to undo this Quirk before I blow your face off."The villain’s grin widened. "Oh, I’m afraid it doesn’t work like that, Dynamight." His eyes flickered between them, amusement dancing in his gaze. "You see, the only one who can remove the connection… is me. And, well, I think I’ll hold onto that little secret for a while."Deku felt Bakugou’s rage hit him like a tidal wave, pulsing through the connection between them. His own body tensed, not because of his own feelings, but because Bakugou's emotions were so overwhelming, so raw. It was suffocating."Tell us how to undo it!" Bakugou roared, his voice crackling with fury. He raised his hand, ready to let loose an explosion, but Deku stepped in front of him, holding his arms out to block him."Kacchan, wait!" Deku said quickly, his eyes wide. "Hurting him won’t make him talk. We have to take him in—let the authorities deal with it."Bakugou’s glare could have set the villain on fire if he had any heat behind his stare. He didn’t lower his hand immediately, but the anger slowly ebbed from him, and Deku could feel the unwillingness to step down vibrating inside him. He wanted to lash out, but something—whether it was reason, or maybe even the bond between them—held him back."Fine," Bakugou grumbled, lowering his hand. "But if he doesn’t talk soon, I’m gonna make him wish he did."Deku swallowed, sensing Bakugou's frustration. He knew his partner meant it, and honestly, after what they’d been through tonight, Deku didn’t blame him.Before long, Aizawa and All Might arrived on the scene, both having been alerted about the villain's unique and dangerous Quirk. Aizawa, with his usual stoic expression, approached first, binding the villain with his capture weapon as he neutralized the villain’s Quirk with a single glare."You two handled it well," Aizawa said, his voice calm and level. He glanced briefly between Deku and Bakugou, clearly aware of the tension still radiating from both of them. "We’ll take him back to the station. I’ll get the information out of him, one way or another."The villain sneered, still confident. "Good luck with that, Eraserhead. I’m the only one who can undo it. But hey, maybe they’ll enjoy being stuck together." He laughed again, his voice fading as Aizawa dragged him toward the waiting police escort.All Might stepped forward, concern etched into his features as he surveyed the two young heroes. "Young Midoriya, Young Bakugou… I know this is difficult, but we’ll find a way to reverse this. For now, you should stay close. Aizawa and the team will do everything in their power to get him to talk."Deku nodded, though he couldn’t hide the slight flicker of uncertainty that passed through his eyes. All Might, ever the symbol of peace, smiled reassuringly and gave Deku a firm pat on the shoulder."Stay strong," All Might said quietly. "We’ll get this sorted."Bakugou, standing a few feet away, crossed his arms over his chest, visibly bristling with irritation. Deku didn’t need the connection to feel it—Kacchan's frustration was plain on his face, in the way he clenched his jaw and shifted from foot to foot like he was ready to explode any minute."Yeah, whatever," Bakugou muttered, turning away from the group as if to distance himself from the entire situation. But the second he stepped too far, a sharp pain surged between them again, just a small reminder of the invisible tether that bound them together.Deku winced slightly as the ache buzzed through his head, but he was more focused on the emotions still swirling between them. Bakugou’s irritation burned brightly, filling Deku’s chest with uncomfortable heat, and no matter how much he tried to ignore it, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Bakugou was genuinely angry about being stuck with him.They had come so far since their days at U.A., growing as both heroes and as comrades, but part of Deku had always worried that Bakugou still didn’t like him—not really. This situation was only making those insecurities rise to the surface.The thought stung, more than Deku wanted to admit, and he could feel the weight of it settling in his chest like a lead ball.It must have hit harder than he realized, because Bakugou faltered. His eyes darted toward Deku, and for a split second, his anger wavered. Deku felt it—Bakugou’s frustration dimming, replaced by something else. A flicker of guilt? Confusion?"Oi, what the hell?" Bakugou’s voice was gruff, but not as sharp as usual. He shifted awkwardly, clearly thrown off by the sudden change in emotions. He wasn’t used to feeling Deku’s hurt, and it left him momentarily off balance.Deku quickly shook his head, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "It’s nothing, Kacchan. I just… I know this is frustrating for you. I’ll try to stay out of your way as much as I can."Bakugou’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t snap at him the way Deku half-expected. Instead, there was an odd tension in the air between them, something Deku couldn’t quite place. Bakugou’s emotions flickered again, uncertainty flashing through him before he quickly buried it under layers of familiar irritation."Tch. Don’t be stupid," Bakugou muttered, his voice unusually low. "This whole thing’s a pain in the ass, but we’ll fix it. Just stick close and don’t get all weird on me."Deku nodded, though the hurt still lingered faintly in the background. He knew Kacchan wasn’t the best at expressing himself, but the situation made everything more intense, more raw. He wasn’t sure how much longer they could keep their walls up now that they were forced to feel everything the other experienced.As they walked back toward the agency together, side by side and within the mandated eight feet, Deku couldn't help but wonder if this bond—this connection—was going to unravel more than just their emotions. Maybe, for the first time, he would start to truly understand the complex feelings Bakugou had been hiding all these years.Or maybe, Bakugou would finally understand him.   The night air had grown cooler by the time Izuku and Katsuki left the agency, walking side by side through the quiet streets of Musutafu. The silence between them was heavy, not because of the lack of conversation but because of the shared emotions that simmered beneath the surface. Izuku could still feel the constant push and pull of Katsuki’s irritation, like a low hum in the back of his mind. It was distracting, and unsettling in ways he hadn’t anticipated.As they walked, the first problem became glaringly obvious. They didn’t live together. It wasn’t like they were roommates or anything close to that—far from it. Their lives were separate, even if their paths often crossed on missions. Now, though, with this Quirk tying them together, that separation wasn’t an option. They couldn’t be apart for long without the debilitating headaches tearing through them.It was Katsuki who finally broke the silence, his voice cutting through the tense air like a knife. "We need to figure out where we’re staying."Izuku looked up at him, already sensing the impatience building in Katsuki’s chest. He nodded, biting his lip as he considered the options. His own apartment was small, cramped even—barely enough room for him, let alone Katsuki. Katsuki’s place, on the other hand…"My place is bigger," Katsuki said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I’m not cramming into that tiny ass closet you call an apartment."Izuku chuckled awkwardly. He’d been thinking the same thing, though hearing Katsuki say it so bluntly still stung a bit. "Yeah, I guess your place would be better.""We’ll stop by your place first so you can grab whatever you need," Katsuki added, already turning in the direction of Izuku’s apartment without waiting for a response. "Hurry up. I don’t have all night."Izuku quickened his pace to keep up, feeling that strange connection between them tugging at his emotions. It was hard to tell where his anxiety ended and Katsuki’s agitation began. They were too intertwined now, feelings bleeding over without any clear boundaries.The walk to Izuku’s apartment was short, but each step felt heavy. It wasn’t just the weight of their shared emotions—there was something else beneath it all, something Izuku couldn’t quite name. A twisting sensation churned in his stomach, knotting itself tighter with every step they took.At first, Izuku thought it was his own nerves acting up. It made sense—he was about to have Kacchan in his personal space, something that hadn’t happened in years, if ever. But the feeling wasn’t quite his. It was more intense, more… defensive.He glanced sideways at Katsuki, trying to read his expression. The usual scowl was there, lips set in a thin line, eyes narrowed, but there was something off about the way his shoulders were slightly tense, how his fists were clenched just a bit too tight.Izuku opened his mouth, wanting to ask if Katsuki was okay, but before he could get a word out, Katsuki cut him off."Don’t try to pry, Deku," Katsuki snapped, his voice sharp but not loud. There was an edge to it, like he knew exactly what Izuku had been about to say.Izuku blinked, taken aback. "I wasn’t—" He stopped himself. Katsuki could feel his emotions. Of course he knew. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to…""Tch. Just get your cr@p so we can get out of here."Izuku nodded, feeling awkward as they reached his apartment building. He fumbled for his keys, his mind a jumbled mess of nerves—both his own and Katsuki’s, though he couldn’t tell which was which anymore. They climbed the stairs in silence, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the narrow hallways until they reached Izuku’s door.Once inside, the smallness of Izuku’s apartment seemed even more apparent. It wasn’t messy, but it was cluttered with books, notebooks, and a few All Might memorabilia items scattered around. Katsuki barely stepped past the doorway, his eyes sweeping over the space with a look that was equal parts judgmental and unimpressed."Grab what you need and let’s go," Katsuki muttered, crossing his arms.Izuku tried not to feel embarrassed as he hurried around, gathering a few essentials—his hero suit, a change of clothes, his notebooks. He tossed them into a duffel bag, all while feeling that strange, twisting anxiety gnawing at him. It wasn’t his own, but it was hard to ignore. He wondered why Katsuki was so tense, but he knew better than to ask again.After a few minutes, they were back on the streets, heading toward Katsuki’s place. Izuku’s heart raced a little as they walked, the reality of the situation sinking in more with each passing second. He was going to be staying at Katsuki’s apartment—Kacchan’s personal space—for who knew how long. It felt surreal, almost like stepping into unknown territory.The tension hung thick between them as they reached Katsuki’s apartment building, a sleek, modern high-rise that seemed worlds apart from Izuku’s more humble place. Katsuki punched in the door code, saying nothing as the doors swung open, and led the way inside. The quiet between them wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t exactly calm, either. There was a strange undercurrent—an awareness of the shared space, the shared emotions, and the invisible boundary they couldn’t cross without consequences.The elevator ride was brief but felt long. Izuku clutched his duffel bag nervously, already sensing that something wasn’t going to be as simple as it seemed. Katsuki was tense, too—though, to be fair, Katsuki was almost always tense.When they finally stepped into Katsuki’s apartment, Izuku was surprised. The space was much larger than his own, open and minimalistic, but it had a certain warmth to it. The furniture was sleek and functional, and the layout was well-organized—clearly a reflection of Katsuki’s no-nonsense personality. Despite the lack of personal items or decorations, it still felt… lived-in.Katsuki tossed his keys onto the counter and jerked his chin toward the living room. "You can crash on the couch."Izuku looked over at the couch, a sturdy, gray sectional that looked comfortable enough. He smiled and nodded, grateful for the space. "Thanks, Kacchan."Katsuki grunted in response, already turning toward the hallway that led to his bedroom. "Whatever."But before Katsuki could take more than a couple of steps, the now-familiar headache struck them both, sharp and sudden like a knife slicing through their skulls. Izuku gasped, pressing a hand to his head as the pain shot through him, and he could feel Katsuki’s agony echoing alongside his own. It was like a wave crashing over them, impossible to fight off.Katsuki staggered slightly, his hand instinctively going to his temple. "Sh@t… what the hell?"It took a moment for Izuku to realize what had happened, but when he did, his heart sank. His eyes darted between the couch and the hallway where Katsuki was standing. They were too far apart. The couch was more than eight feet from Katsuki’s bedroom."Kacchan… I think… I think the couch is too far from your room," Izuku said hesitantly, wincing as the pain slowly ebbed away now that Katsuki had moved back closer to him.Katsuki’s eyes narrowed, his expression darkening as the realization hit. "You’ve gotta be kidding me." He glanced between the couch and the hallway, then back to Izuku. "So what, we can’t even be in different rooms?"Izuku nodded reluctantly, biting his lip. "It seems like it. The couch is further than eight feet, I guess…"Katsuki let out a frustrated growl, raking a hand through his hair as he processed this new complication. "Great. Just f@ck@ng great."Izuku stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do or say. They couldn’t sleep in separate rooms—at least not without suffering those splitting headaches again. That left them with only one option, and the thought of it made Izuku’s stomach twist. He could already feel Katsuki’s growing frustration, but there was no avoiding it."Kacchan…" Izuku began carefully, feeling the awkwardness hang in the air like a heavy weight.Katsuki scowled. The logic was undeniable, even if it was infuriating, they'd need to be in the same room. "Tch. Come on, I have an air mattress I'll put in the room."Izuku blushed slightly, the embarrassment creeping up his neck at the realization of sharing a sleeping space, but he nodded quickly. "Oh, okay." Katsuki grumbled something under his breath, turning on his heel to head down the hallway toward his bedroom. Izuku followed, still holding his duffel bag, feeling a strange mix of anxiety and something else—something that wasn’t entirely his own. Katsuki’s irritation was clear, but there was something underneath it, something that felt like… unease. Was Kacchan anxious, too?When they reached Katsuki’s bedroom, Izuku wasn’t sure what to expect. The room was surprisingly clean, with a large bed in the center and a neatly organized desk off to the side. There wasn’t much in the way of decoration, but it was undeniably Katsuki’s space—functional, with no unnecessary clutter.Katsuki glanced at the bed, then at Izuku, clearly uncomfortable with the situation, he moved to his closet taking out the air mattress and situating it next to the bed, throwing some extra pillows and blankets onto it. "That gonna be okay?"Izuku nodded, "Y-yeah of course. Thank you."Katsuki’s glare stopped him mid-sentence. He didn't respond, just moved towards his closet again to grab sleep clothes and disappeared into the bathroom to change. Thankfully, no headache occurred so they weren't breaking the distance. Izuku swallowed, feeling both the embarrassment and the strange tension still lingering between them. He set his bag down by the desk and sat on the very edge of the blow up mattress, careful to keep as much distance as he could, though the eight-foot limit made that impossible. The twisting feeling in his stomach flared up again, and he knew it wasn’t entirely his own. Katsuki was uncomfortable—maybe even more than Izuku was.But instead of asking, Izuku decided to let it go. He had already pried too much earlier, and Katsuki’s emotions were a tangled mess he couldn’t hope to unravel tonight.As the lights went out and they lay there in the dark, side by side but worlds apart, Izuku couldn’t help but wonder how long they would be stuck like this—tied together by something neither of them could control.And how long it would take before this bond revealed more than either of them was ready to face.'
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