Katsuki and Izuku both sit on the couch next to each other, their attentions towards the rather disheveled All Might in front of them. Their hands move against each other slightly, Izuku's are calloused, rough and scarred whilst Katsuki's are smooth and soft.
And that's when Izuku's eye drop towards there grazing hands. Their touching either ever so slightly, their knees too. Yet it's enough for Izuku's heart to drop. A worried look spreads across his face. He really needs to talk to Him, Kacchan.
You (Izuku) speak up slightly. All Might's walking out of the room by this point and Katsuki is packing up his school bag.
Say something before it's too late. But, at lass he beats you to it.
"You've been acting hella' weird, Izuku." He speaks, your name rolling off his tongue like a curse. It's foreign but familiar in it's own way.
"I-.. I've not? I was actually going to ask you sort of the same thing as well." You exhale out, standing up from the slightly-too-small couch you've just been sitting on.
"I'm fucking fine, alright? Why are you even worrying about me? Haven't you been talking about this to your counsellor?" He snaps, though his voice more soft and gentle.. in his own way.
"Y-yeah! But you also keep on asking me about the embers." You retaliate.
"Oh, sorry for me being worried." He argues back.
You frown, this isn't what you wanted to happen. You wanted to talk like.. actual friends. Best friends. Inseparable best friends.
"I'm sorry, I'm just.. a mess." You cringe at yourself saying that, but it's true. You're not yourself, you have this random mood swings that are unpredictable and you can't control anything in your life anymore.
And it's pissing you off! You just want things to be the way they used to, and most of all, you want to talk to Kacchan.
"Can you just talk to me instead of suffering in silence?" He scoffed but then his eyes widened by a fraction because you grabbed his pale right hand.