How do you find comfort in someone that has never felt comfort before?

Is what Katsuki Bakugo was thinking late at night, thoughts and memories pouring in his mind.

By now, he'd accepted Izuku, happy that they were friends. Yet, something was off..

Just one check up..

I'm sure he's fine..

. . .

Knock, knock. "Izuku open the god damn door right now." The angry blond would speak up after standing outside Izuku's door waiting for him to answer. Then, a small creak of the door, indicating that he was in there.

"Hi Kacchan." He smiled. "Right, what the hell is up with you?" "What?" "You're acting so weird." "M'not." "Izuku."

The blond's eyes shone with care and worry. "Please." He'd whisper, his voice uncharacteristically softly.

"Just.. just hold me." The green haired boy finally muttered out, covering his face as his hair dropped down to cover his eyes.

"Okay." Was all Katsuki said before they were both slowly calmed by the warm presents and body's rapped around each other, the only thing that could be heard was the soft sound of heart beats and shallow breathing.

Neither of you daring to even utter a word..