The Emerald Prince

Chapter 83: Reunion

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"Where are we going?" Grumbled Touya, nervous of the people surrounding them in the crowded city centre.
Izuku pulled him along, "they won't recognise you, come on! I've a promise I've taken far too long to keep."

The greenette practically drop kicked Touya into a barbers and disappeared off to find a stationery shop. He came back twenty minutes later to a marginally better groomed Touya, took the man's hand and continued dragging him onward.

"What the hell is going on?" Grumbled Touya. The barber's questions about his career and marital status had put him in a sour mood, and the greenette still refused to tell him anything.
"This way!" Sang Izuku, "You need decent clothes! You're too old to dress like an troubled teenage emo."
Touya actually pouted, though Izuku was too focused on his mission to notice.

What followed was a frankly exhausting hour of Izuku handing him clothes, shoving him into changing rooms, scrutinising him, taking the clothes and buying them, without consulting Touya's opinion once in the whole process.

The worst part of it was everything Izuku chose, fit and suited him perfectly. He was so right it was upsetting and offensive, so it was perfectly understandable that, dressed and groomed like a capable and fashionable young man, he was rather pissed by the time Izuku deposited him in front of what he considered a pretty nondescript apartment.

"Seriously. Izuku. What the fuck is happening." He growled.
He'd lost count by now, how many times Izuku had ignored that question, the greenette playing deaf rummaging in a shopping bag, pulling out a red ribbon of all things.

"Now, I like to keep promises I make people. Do you respect that?" Asked the greenette.
"Uh..." he didn't think this level of confusion was possible. "Of course."
"Then stay still."

Izuku moved him to the door step before tying him up in the red ribbon, making a big red bow at the front, before pressing the door bell and stepping back.

"If this is a fucking police stat-"
The door burst open and beautiful golden eyes found his.

Keigo and Touya stared at each other for so long, Izuku wondered if making this a surprise was a good idea after all.
"Um..." he spoke up when neither of the men seemed inclined to. Blue and golden eyes slowly moved to look at him. "I told you I'd deliver him wrapped in ribbon, Kei?"

Takami opened his mouth, but all that came out of him was a tremulous sob, before he lunged at Touya, the latter using his quirk to incinerate the ribbon so his arms were free to catch the blond.

The longing in Izuku's chest ached, but he ignored it. He'd just done a pretty awesome thing for a friend, and he wanted to bask in warmth of doing a good deed without considering his own loneliness every other fucking second.
He smiled, and worked on memorising the image to distract himself.

Keigo had his legs wrapped tight around Touya's waist for support and was sobbing into the crook of the raven haired man's neck, pawing at the taller man's clothes with his hands. Touya was also crying - which Izuku doubted he'd ever see again - holding the hero tightly, as if fighting to tether the winged man to the earth.

Though he'd resolved to ignore it, the aching hollowness in his chest was gradually getting tough to handle. He was an intrusion here, they wouldn't notice.
He turned slowly, cautiously and began walking away from the pair, smiling even though tears were threatening to overflow down his cheeks.

But sneaking away from pro heroes and ex villains was easier said than done.

"WAIT!"
"IZUKU!"

He hastily wiped pooling the tears away, though he knew the action probably gave him away, before turning with surprise to the duo.