[Izuku can't help staring at the blond, after he speaks. That's...that's...]
...that's how I feel, too.
[And he never would've guessed that Kacchan would feel this way in a thousand years. How many other times have they felt the same and never realized it? How often has the moments he felt like Kacchan's thoughts and emotions were a confusing mystery actually been them being in perfect sync like this? Izuku settles his arms on his knees and his head on his arms; he feels oddly dizzy, trying to process this realization.
Kacchan feels the same about this as he does.
Maybe that means he feels the same about other aspects of their relationship, too. It's a thought that feels dangerously like hope.]
I've always known what I want us to be.
[The words are quiet. Not a whisper, just...delicate. As if admitting it might shatter whatever they currently have between them if not done gently enough.]
But I didn't think it'd ever be possible. Not until now.
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...that's how I feel, too.
[And he never would've guessed that Kacchan would feel this way in a thousand years. How many other times have they felt the same and never realized it? How often has the moments he felt like Kacchan's thoughts and emotions were a confusing mystery actually been them being in perfect sync like this? Izuku settles his arms on his knees and his head on his arms; he feels oddly dizzy, trying to process this realization.
Kacchan feels the same about this as he does.
Maybe that means he feels the same about other aspects of their relationship, too. It's a thought that feels dangerously like hope.]
I've always known what I want us to be.
[The words are quiet. Not a whisper, just...delicate. As if admitting it might shatter whatever they currently have between them if not done gently enough.]
But I didn't think it'd ever be possible. Not until now.