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Homely

Izuku Midoriya 

I was giving him a chance.

I told myself to relax and try to trust him, try to give him the benefit of the doubt. He had never given me a reason to trust him. But then again, I never gave him a reason to trust me either. We were going at this blindly and blissfully.

As lovely as it was, it was a foolish thing to think of as permanent. So, when he kissed me, I kissed back. When he made an effort to be kind to me, I showed my appreciation. I also began showering him with small doses of affection throughout the day. It always made my heart flutter when his eyes lit up at the seemingly small things I would do for him.

It had only been a few days since Shoto left and Katsuki hadn't made any comment about leaving to go home. I think we were both too afraid to bring it up and ruin the easy atmosphere we had created -- a bubble for just the two of us. 

A bubble that I didn't wish to pop just yet.

However, I couldn't ignore it forever. I could see the way Katsuki frowned at his phone over text messages that I never asked about. I could feel the worry radiating off him -- an Alpha thing I assumed. He had a pack waiting for him and I was afraid I was becoming selfish again. I had been hogging Katsuki to myself when he had responsibilities back home.

If he wanted to leave, he made no move to show his intentions. Katsuki spent his nights in my guest room, opting to give me my space until I was more comfortable with the idea of us sharing a bed. The last time had been disastrous and only because of my heat. I had made the silent vow not to rush out relationship this time. I wanted us to progress at a normal rate, not driven by pheromones or lust.

Katsuki didn't question me when I sent him to the guest room each night. He'd simply kiss my lips softly, run his fingers through my curls and then wish me a good night. He left me breathless and smiling each time. An infectious thing that stuck to me even as I tried to sleep. Things were going well. Too well.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was cautious. I was too comfortable, a feeling I was never used to. Even with Shoto, I wasn't comfortable like this. I had been safe with Shoto, with Katsuki I feel at home.

I was scared.

Scared to fuck this up and ruin this bit of peace and excitement I have found. But each morning I woke up to breakfast being made and my mate smiling with a cup of coffee at my kitchen table. It was perfect. Too perfect. I was waiting for the ball to drop and shatter the stillness and tranquility that had been surrounding us in the last few days.

This morning the ball dropped.

"My parents are wondering when I am coming home," Katsuki stated over breakfast and my world stopped spinning. I had been terrified of this conversation. He was leaving me again, only this time we were together. We were together, weren't we?