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Katsuki Bakugou

"We need to talk."

Izuku went back to being quiet after his meltdown yesterday. All-day today he has been avoiding conversation and staring off blankly.

I spent all last night in a restless sleep, my mind clouded with dreams of our younger selves. When I woke up with Izuku watching me from his bed, for a moment I felt myself let my guard down. I never noticed before how gentle his eyes were.

I had to quickly shake those thoughts away and slam that gate back up around my heart, there was no way I would let my memories break down the shell I built around me to protect myself.

Izuku's eyes flickered to me for a quick second when I spoke before darting back to whatever he was staring at. He never held my gaze for long and I was thankful, after waking up to his round doe eyes watching me I shoved all those fluttering feelings deep down and plan to keep them away.

This mate pull was going to be the death of me.

"What do we need to talk about?" His voice was steady, too steady, and made me narrow my eyes at him, trying to figure out what was going on inside his head. Yesterday when he started talking about wanting to die, it made me worry for him. I didn't want him to die -- I just didn't want to be his mate.

"About what happened yesterday, and about what we are going to do about us being mates." I could barely say the word without it causing me to grimace and grit my teeth. I hated saying the word, it made too real when that stupid warmth would pool in my stomach. Nevertheless, I had made up my mind that the best way to do this would be for us both to agree on a path to take so Izuku could get better and I could break the bond.

He was quiet for a while and as I watched him. I could see him struggling with himself. Emotions flickered through his eyes and morphed his soft features until he settled a calm expression - guarded. His face was only showing mild discomfort and worry now and I sighed.

"Okay." His voice was barely a whisper but I could still hear him. I inhaled deeply and leaned back on the sofa while I watched Izuku. He sat stiffly in the loveseat across from me and still wouldn't look me in the eyes. I knew that this all has been hard on him. I just wished I understood why he looked like he had been run over by a truck. I didn't get sick or lose weight from us being apart -- so why did he?

"I guess, the first thing I want to know is why are you so sick? How long have you been like this?" I shifted and crossed my legs, getting comfortable while still trying to get the point across that I was serious about this conversation. Izuku swallowed thickly and shook his head.

"I don't want to talk about that -- " Shaking my head I sat up straightened and leaned forward some, catching his attention and making his eyes flicker to me in confusion. I could see the curious look behind his shut-off expression and it made me uncomfortable. It seemed that was all I have been feeling lately when around Izuku. It was like the two sides of me had been fighting against each other constantly. The hurt kid vs. the mated Alpha who wanted to comfort the Omega a few feet away from me.