A few days passed and Izuku was released from the hospital. He's really looking forward to his own, or Kacchan's, bed.

The greenhead returned to the intro and the person he wanted to see the most was not there. He looked around discreetly, but it was hard to be surrounded by all his friends and classmates. Everyone was worried about him, but now he's worried about Kacchan. Where is? Is he mad at him? Did he do something again? He wants a hug from him.

He was sitting in the common room with everyone. He didn't rather engage in conversations, he even had trouble listening. He can't concentrate. For some reason, his stomach is tight. This is the first time he has felt that way.

After several excruciating minutes, Izuku disappeared into his room. Relieved, he collapsed into his soft bed, which did not smell of disinfectant. He loves his mint-like sheets, but if he had a choice, he would choose Kacchan's scent. He always liked the smell of caramel. One of the advantages of his quirk. So the question now is: where is his caramel?

He burrowed under the duvet and watched the door. Will he come, won't he?

He had never worried about how many bones he would break or if he would survive a fight, but now he had the feeling he hadn't felt in a long time and couldn't get rid of it. Is Katsuki okay? Why hasn't he come for him yet? Did something happen? Or doesn't he want to see him?

There were so many questions in his head that he didn't know where it started and where another ended. He couldn't get rid of either. Suddenly he had so many worries about just one person. He had always worried about Kacchan in a way, but now it's different, now what he feels is stronger and he already knows why.

He doesn't know what to think about first and can't stop thinking, but fatigue slowly calms everything down. He's still tired. But now is not the time! He has to wait until everyone climbs into their rooms and he can sneak up to Bakugou. He wants to know why he didn't come to see him. He wants an explanation. And a good night kiss, of course.

However, the fatigue was stronger and he succumbed to it. It was enough if he lasted a few more minutes and could jump on his blonde. It doesn't matter if he is angry or loved, he just could.

The blond entered his room quietly and closed the door even quieter behind him. He sat down on the bed next to Izuku and grabbed his small, scarred hand. How many scars will he have? Is it worth it at all? His body will soon be one big scar. Bakugou hates and loves his every scar. His clean and clear skin is no longer so smooth and spotless. It comforts him, however, that every scar proves Izuku's courage and strength, if he didn't fight, he wouldn't have scars, and he wouldn't be here for a long time. Yet it is still disturbing and frightening to see the scars increase. He's worried about him. He'll overdo it one day.

"Kacchan." A smaller boy muttered from his sleep and shuddered. He could smell it, he knew he was already with him. He saw it.

Katsuki couldn't do otherwise, carefully crawling up to him and wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Sorry I'm late," he whispered softly.