Unwoven

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Izuku wakes up full of an anxious energy that makes him want to run across the city and back without stopping. He hops out of his bed and hurriedly puts on his workout clothes: A navy sweatshirt with his "shirt" shirt underneath and black athletic shorts. He only has a couple of scars on his legs, the most noticeable is a straight silver line on the side of his left calf from when an arrow grazed his leg in The Arena. All the other ones are from falling off of rooftops or falling in general.

He slides down the railing and is surprised to see Ru already up with breakfast and a packed bento.

"Good morning, hero-in-training! I made some onigiri with eggs in it for breakfast and packed you a bento. Need to keep you well-fed!"  Izuku's struck by just how lucky he is to have Ru. Without them, he would probably be surviving off of instant raman and protein bars.

He runs over to Ru and hugs them tightly, "Thank you," He whispers, meaning so much more than making the food.

Ru ruffles his hair, "You're welcome, little dude! Now come and eat with me before you have to go away. I steeped some White Peony tea as well."

They eat silently, but it's not uncomfortable. Izuku embraces it, not often getting peaceful quietness. His muscles are aching from yesterday, but it's a good sort of ache. One that tells him that he trained hard- something he's going to do again today. He thinks of seeing Kacchan again today, and finds himself both excited and terrified. Bakugou Katsuki is both known and unknown, and Izuku hates not knowing when he's going to get pestered again by where he went, what he did, why he left. He hates coming up with answers that only ever skid past answering the actual question.

Breakfast is over sooner than he liked and Izuku packs some black sesame cookies for All Might and a container of homemade hot sauce he had made a few days ago for Kacchan.

"I'll see you soon, Ru. Try not to drive the customers away!"

She waves her hand, "Pft, I'll have trouble getting them to leave! Be safe, Izu."

Izuku smiles, anxious to get this hungry energy out, "I will."

He runs.

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He sees Katsuki walking along the path to the beach and runs to catch up to him, yelling his name.

Bakugou glances at him and keeps walking, but noticeably slows down to make it easier for Izuku to catch up to him. Izuku is quick to get to his side and instantly notices that while the blond looks like he got no sleep, he also seems to have a powerful energy radiating from him that just screams Kacchan.

"Good morning," Izuku says, a bit forcefully. He wants to act normal around Katsuki, but knows that doing so would only make him more rightfully angry. It leaves him scrambling to figure out how to act in front of him without screwing things up further. Katsuki doesn't say anything. Izuku can't tell if he's ignoring him or is just lost deep in thought, or both. He pulls his yellow backpack around and hands him the container of hot sauce.

Katsuki stares at it like he's never seen anything like it before, "What the hell is this?"

"Hot sauce. Homemade. I made it a few days ago and thought you might want some." Now that he's saying all this is aloud, he feels stupid. Bringing someone hot sauce as a gift? Seriously? He might not even like it. He's tempted to tear the container from Katsuki's hands and stuff it back into his backpack, pretending nothing ever happened.

Katsuki stares at it a moment longer before putting it in his bag, "Thanks," his voice contains the roughness of someone still waking up,"I'll have some for lunch."

There's a long pause as they continue walking before Katsuki speaks up again, "Yo, Nerd, do you have a phone?"

Izuku stumbles mid step before swiftly recovering, "Er, yeah? I don't really use it often." It was a present from Ru the first Christmas they spent together. He only had Aizawa's, Tsukauchi's (it was funny annoying them), and Ru's phone numbers. He had hacked his phone in order to make it untraceable and really only ever used it to tell Ru if he was running errands. Maybe he sent Aizawa funny cat videos, but that was neither here nor there.

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