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AU - Soulmates;    PLEASE READ THIS SO YOU GET WHAT'S GOING ON!!

In this Au, you are given a soulmark at a random age between the day you're born until you're 10. This mark is passed down through your family. When you get it, the animal will represent your/your soulmates age. 

When you get the mark, you will also get a feeling. This feeling being to 'Give' or to 'Take'.  (The feeling can change over time, but once you meet your soulmate it won't change anymore)
- Give basically means the person has the strong need to love someone else, or they want to care for someone. They are basically too full of emotions and need to give them. They usually release this through their soulmate. As they grow, the feeling will get stronger and manifest itself as water, which will spill out of the mouth, nose, and ears at times. Basically, you drown in your emotions. Once you meet your soulmate though, the feeling will slowly settled down through touching, buying/giving them things, telling them things, and so on. Basically just giving yourself to them will calm the feeling down for good. (It can work with friends too, but only by little and little, which means 3 or 4 times as much hanging out)

- Take is basically the opposite. They need to be loved constantly, they need to be treated. Basically, they were never cared for or loved enough growing up, or they might of had some sort of dissociating issue where they couldn't connect to others easily, maybe they couldn't recognize the love from others. In the end, they really just need to be let known that someone cares about them and they're good. Being a Take also means that they want to Take away the bad from you, that's why they need so much love, because they always try to take the problems away. They usually display this to their soulmate, who is almost always happy to indulge. As they grow, they will begin to feel emptier, and eventually the feeling will manifest as either sand/dust or ice/snow. Sand usually means that you've been waiting a while and are still waiting for someone, Dust means you've given up looking but are still mentally hoping. Like a desert waits for rain, but once you've stopped dusting that old picture you know it's over even if you still hope. This comes out the mouth and will cover your hands. Snow usually means you think you'll never be loved but you still hope someone will, and Ice basically means you think you'll never be loved, so you close yourself off and try to love yourself. Like snow can melt when met with warmth, but ice needs to sometimes be broken down and cracked before it can melt. This comes out of the mouth as well as covers the skin. When they meet their soulmate, the feelings will stop and they will be fulfilled. (It can work with friends too, but only by little and little, which means 3 or 4 times as much hanging out)

I would also like it to be known that Give and Take isn't just based around your soulmate, it's just manifested when your soulmark comes in, so it can be based around the people close to you as well. That's why these can be settled and 'healed' just a bit by spending time with friends and family, because it's really just your emotions and you obviously feel emotions for everyone you meet no matter the circumstance. This also allows people who aren't soulmates to get together as well, otherwise people would be dropping left and right. It can only be permanently fixed/settled for good by your soulmate.  

Spoiler:

An example would be that later in the fic Izuku gets really pissed off so his Give and Take flare drastically (it's still out of control because his soulmates don't want him). The reason for this was because he's protecting his friends, but there is still harm coming to them, so he wants to Give protection to his friends (indulge them in safety, give them peace of mind), and Take the harm away (keep them out of reach from the negative, pull the bad to himself so the other's won't get hurt). But because he's having problems with his soulmates his Give and Take don't react very well. 

You'll sorta get a better understanding as you read. If you have questions, ask them away in the comments! 

That's it oop, sorry, but it needed to be known.

Please enjoy the story! (^^)

When Izuku got his soulmarks at the age of 7, he cried tears filled with joy and pain. Joy at the idea that two people got to be his world and him their own, joy at knowing he would be loved even if one broke his heart because he had two and he knew that he'd get a second chance. Joy at the idea that his second wish came true twice. Just joy in the fact that he was going to be loved.

But there was still pain. Pain in the fact that no one would want a quirkless as their soulmate. Pain for the idea that to meet his second love he might have to watch the first one die. Pain at realizing that the small sleeping lion cub on his wrist would forever sleep because it was Kacchan, and Kacchan hated his guts. Pain because everyone knew the animals for soulmates ran in their families, and that the small green bunny that was once of Kacchan's wrist had been burned off by his own quirk because he hated Izuku. Pain at the realization that him and Kacchan both had a small red hedgehog decorating their wrists now, and Izuku just knew that whoever their shared soulmate was, they would only pick Kacchan. Even at the little hope that bloomed in his chest, but Izuku knew, deep down where his quirk was supposed to be, where there would only ever lay an empty space, Izuku knew, that he would never be loved by his soulmates. 

Unnoticeable yet because of his young age, an ocean swelled in his chest. An ocean that came with every soulmark, but his was different. The need to give was a strong surge that pushed and clashed throughout his chest from years of his young nature being put forward to do so, but a storm that lifted the waves and beat them back like drums continued to grow because the need to take was strong when all he's ever truly wanted was to be loved by the people around him. 

The clashing force in his chest would continue to grow as he watched his small marks dim and sleep, looking for a outlet so he could finally feel something other than the cold drowning pain he was in. 

Izuku remembered watching as his mother and father fought. Remembered watching as smoke rose from his fathers mouth and nose, a bright light shone through the skin and muscle of his throat. Remembered how the anger that filled his mother shown through the use of her quirk. How instead of just the small things she always said she could only pick up now displayed in a picture of tables, chairs, knives, photos, cups, and many other things floating and dancing through the air around her as she clenched her fists. Izuku had been hiding around the corner, playing with his small action figures, watching with wonder at the sight of his parents using their quirks and shouting at one another. They've never fought in front of him before, so this was the first time he's ever seen such a scene. Had it not been his first glimpse at his parents standing toe to toe in heated rage, he still would have remembered the night for years and years, because that was the night his dad stormed out of the house, suitcase in hand, and never came back. 

"A business trip," he'd shouted at Izuku's question when he walked out the door.

"A business trip," his mother had whispered at him as she ran a gentle hand through his curls. 

But why had he left? Where had he gone? It was all Izuku had wanted answered. He'd knew his dad wouldn't be back, he could tell in the way he moved and acted, but why had he gone? Surely it wasn't just because of the fight, this happened a lot Izuku knew, even if he never saw them, it's even grown worse with broken windows and burned up walls, so why had this time been different? And where did his father go? His grandparents were dead already on each side, his father didn't have any brothers or sisters, and Izuku didn't know of any close friends from work, so where did he go? Was he safe?

Izuku was curious and worried, as any child would be, but every time his question was asked, it was met with "a business trip" and that was all. 

He would remember that night for years, because it was first time he'd seen his parents fight, because it was the night his dad had left them for good, but also because it was the night he learned that even people bonded by the love of a soulmark could fall out of love. Could hate each other terribly. It was the day that Izuku realized that even, if by some miracle, he was loved one day by his other soulmate, it could fall apart just as easily. 

The storming ocean that raged in his chest grew and surged, rocking his being more than his mothers arms as he shook and cried, not because his father left, but because Izuku realized another person he thought loved him had left in a fit of rage as most others had before. 

It was during his second year of middle school that it first happened.

The end of the year exams were looming over his head and he was stuck in his room studying his heart and soul out. The marks on his wrists were still dull and sleeping, (never to awake his mind subconsciously supplied) covered with thin pieces of fabric his mother had bought him when seeing his distress towards them. You can cover them, you can hide them, but that doesn't mean they're not there, that doesn't mean you can get rid of them. Izuku always ignored the voice that came with the thoughts. He continued to study, sitting at his desk scribbling away notes of what he didn't know and needed to understand, making sure to reread over plenty of the scripts that held his future grade above his head. It wasn't until his hand started to ache and his stomach began to rumble did he get up. Standing tall, he stretched his back, allowing the satisfying pops to be heard throughout his room. He was about to open his mouth and call down to his mom that he was going to make dinner when it happened. 

An icy chill ran down his being, freezing him in place and to the floor. It'd felt colder than his usual chills. A soft shhhh was heard and the next thing he knew his hands and cheeks felt stiff and frigid. With a quick panicked pass down at his hands, his eyes widened. A thin layer of frost covered his skin, thin enough not to have any real affect on him besides being cold but thick enough for him to see every snowflake that accompanied the wintry blanket. Take whispered in his brain, and suddenly he was afraid to open his mouth. If I'm truly a Take then I should be fine if the snow is covering my skin... (but he knew that wasn't how it worked. With all the time he's put into searching for something, anything that could take away the pain and doubt he felt in his mind and heart, he's pretty much learned everything that could be about the subject. Especially the fact that when one symptom comes, they all usually do).

So, with that thought in mind, he opened his mouth. Arctic bitter water poured from his lips, leaving his tongue numb and his teeth to click. His breath could be seen with each heave he made as he collapsed to the floor a shivering mess, puking up more and more of the nipping ice water, the puddle that formed seeping into his sweats as he knelt on the ground. I'm going to choke, I'm going to choke, kami why did it have to be water and snow?! Why both?! His thoughts ran a mile a minute as he continued, not even realizing that he'd began to sob, his mother hearing and coming into the room. 

He doesn't remember much after that, the frigid water making his face go so numb that he'd wanted to pass out. All he knows now was from what his mother had told him.

"I ran into your room when I heard you crying! I was so worried baby, I- I didn't know what to do! I was so afraid, I- I had thought I would l-l- LOSE you! Oh baby, you collapsed and w-were laying on your side, choking! Th-there was water! Everywhere, and-and you were so cold!"

She'd fallen into her chair next to his hospital bed then, crying into her arms as she continued to repeat how worried she was, and how she thought she'd lost her baby boy to his soulmates. But he wasn't worried about that (not that he wasn't worried about his mom, his mind was just filled with other things at the moment) no, he was more worried about the fact that he had snow and water, two things that shouldn't be together as symptoms for Take. Water was for Give. It represents them drowning in their emotions, so why?... He sucked a breath in as tears clouded his vision. Two soulmarks, two soulmates, one for each... I'm the filter... It would make sense, he knew it would. Izuku had always figured that Kacchan (he couldn't drop the name, no matter how cruel he'd been, it felt wrong to just stop-) was always a Take, he just gave off the vibe growing up, so Izuku just thought that because he was a Take too that their shared soulmate was a really passionate Give, one that had a lot to well, Give. But no, he was the filter, one that needed to Take but needed to Give as well. Why am I the rare case? Why am I the dead case... He continued to lay in bed, silently crying as his mother slept in the chair next to him. Quirkless, with two soulmates, one who hates me, both who seem to have no interest in, and I'm the middle filter, needing to Give and Take from someone. 

It'd only gotten worse from there.

The rest of his second year was filled with too many trips to the bathrooms, going at least twice a week more out of the need to puke for full class periods at a time than to actually go. It wasn't difficult getting out to do it though, his teachers cared too little about him and what he did to write him up for skipping, which he was very thankful for. (UA was hard to get into, even one write up could cost you your chance). But not only that, next thing Izuku knew he was constantly bundling his clothing layers. His large uniform that used to pool around his small frame filled out as he added shirt after shirt after sweater after sweater. It had been normal during the winter months, January and February still chilly enough to allow such things even if it was kinda weird to have three sweaters on with his uniform. But once March and April came, he started to get weird looks as he walked the halls. Whispers of 'quirkless loser', changed to 'bathroom fetish,' and 'soulless taker' as he walked around. 

It was only a few months into third year that things got any better. 

"YOU CAN BE A HERO!" 

The words rang through his head and through his being as water dripped from his mouth and frost covered his hair, hands and face. His eyelashes stuck together as he blinked, allowing the broken snow to flutter into his eyes and down onto his cheeks to build, but that didn't concern him. He could be a hero. He could be a hero. He was ecstatic, and not even the storming ocean that raged with screaming waves could bring that down. 

He tilted his head into the bowl of the toilet he'd draped himself over an hour ago, a smile on his face as he let more chilling water gush out of his mouth. The war in his chest never settled down. Never seemed to quiet, and now as the year goes on it continued to grow, demanding more and more attention he soon wouldn't have to give. More watered spewed from Izuku's smiling lips. 

He could be a hero. 

(Only if you live long enough)

He could be a hero.

Izuku continued to puke. The scene like an arctic waterfall emptying into a pond. 

He could be a hero. 

His chest seemed to swell, but he couldn't tell if it was from happiness or the ocean.

He could be a hero. 

His chest filled with water, an ocean compared to many others. The frigid water surged and raged, moving without true control of its own as it licked up the sides of his freezing fleshy lungs and over and under his strong yet brittle ribs. It churned and splashed as it went this way and that, the edges lined with the color white that could once have been foam, but was now only the snow and ice clumped together after it rained down from the storm above. A storm that clouded the space unfilled with water, controlling the liquid with its windy hands as a composer would its orchestra, demanding each turn and each thrust. The water danced with no real beat, the waves crashing up his skin and climbing with its icy claws, demanding it get out. The tempest only supplied as each bit of snow melted into more water while each bit of ice took up just a bit more space, and soon enough the monstrous ocean that had laid claim to half his being was now bursting up his throat and nasal cavity, scorching everything with its crisp touch as it pushed out his mouth, numbing his tongue and icing his teeth. It tainted his lips the color of blue and reddened his face like a shining pure apple. His body shook and shivered with its heave, and his mind began to slow just the slightest before the ocean was reigned in, pulled back by lack of water to push. The raging typhoon did not settle, no, it would never settle with the way things were going, but it gave a small reprieve. A bit of lights ray through the dark clouds. 

With a final heave, Izuku stood on shaky legs, his body wobbling lightly as he wiped his lips and walked back to his room for the night. Only one thing was on his mind as he crawled into bed.

He could be a hero.

10 months of training was hell, but Izuku pushed through, the determination to help people overpowering the need to throw up or quit. So there he stood, bag tight in hand as he looked at the looming gates of UA. It was only testing day, but damn, if he didn't already feel like he'd been accepted, as if this was his first day of really becoming a hero. Taking a deep breath in, he watched as frost filled the air in front of him even in the warmth of early spring as he let it out. Shaking his head, he fiddled with the bands on his wrists as he began his trek into the finest school in the country. 

The written exam wasn't hard for Izuku. All those nights spent studying, and those years of analytics allowed him to breeze through it like child's play. No, what was hard through the whole exam was who he sat next to. Even though they were supposed to separate for the exam, not allowing children from the same schools to be in the same room, Kacchan still some how managed to get seated next to him during the written exam. And it hurt. It hurt to see that the bunny that had once long long ago sat atop his wrist was but a scared area where there sat no animal. Yet on the other, in all its soft glory, sat a bright red sleeping hedgehog. Izuku felt jealousy and anger bubble in him only for it to fade out just as fast. It's just like our situation for Kacchan to get our soulmate while I get to live with the symptoms of Give and Take for the rest of my time. 

Izuku was just glad they didn't have to take the physical together, otherwise he was sure everything would go to shit. I wonder if our soulmate goes here, maybe we'll all be in the same class... 

That was his last thought as he blew a crater into the large robots head. 

When Izuku woke up the first thing he did was stumble out of bed to find a bathroom. Excpet... this wasn't his room. Where? How? He started to panic, not knowing where he was. Through his panic though he noticed a little old lady approaching him. (Recovery Girl, his mind supplied, but he wasn't truly thinking, just panicking) She was speaking, probably to him, but he couldn't here her, all he knew was that he wasn't home, he was cold and he felt terribly tired and he needed to throw up. Wait, I need a bathroom, a bathroom, where- I can't hold it in- and just as he finished the thought a whole wave of frigid water spat out his mouth, threw his fingers and onto the floor in front of the two of them.

He was shivering harshly, and once more was his body starting to cover itself in frost. More skin covered as time when by, and right now his whole lower arm, as well as shoulder tips, neck, face and hair were covered. (He wouldn't be surprised is his feet were covered now, but he didn't check, finding that trying to wrestle off a sock while choking on your own emotions was a very difficult feat) His legs wobbled dangerously and he found himself falling to the floor, though the landing was much lighter than usual when he saw short arms helping him down. 

"S-s'rry," he rasped out, more water coming to his lips and dribbling out as he tried to keep them shut. 

"It's not your fault young man, it happens to the best of us," She gently pat his head before standing up and stepping back, "I'll be right back with a bucket and a thermal blanket. You don't try to move on me now," he nodded his head and with that she walked out of the room, leaving Izuku to swallow back on the frosty water his body kept supplying.  

It was only a few minutes later that she was back, and as promised, with a thick fluffy blanket, and a large bucket in hand. She also had a towel, which she threw on the floor in front of him. 

"Can you walk? Or do you need to keep on the floor?" She questioned, motioning to the bed he'd been sleeping on before. He paused, trying to get a feel for his legs. Usually once he was down, he stayed down, and it didn't seem to be any different this time than last. He shook his head, not trusting his mouth to relieve him of the ocean. "Alright, that's fine dearie. Here, take the bucket before you burst," He did with shaky hands, allowing himself to give into his need to breathe as he poured his feelings into the bucket. As he did, Recovery Girl draped the blanket over his shoulders carefully, making sure to cover all skin she reasonably could while tucking it around him. With that, she started back to her desk. 

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you're Izuku Midoriya, aren't you?" She turned to face his frozen self. He gave a quick nod before his face went back into the bucket, his shoulders shaking as he heaved. "Hmm, okay. I'm going to call your mother- she knows what's going on I presume?" Another nod. "Good, this makes things easier," A quick phone call, and then she's turned back to him, "Alright, I'm going to ask you a few questions about how you're feeling and so on, and I want you to answer me to the best of your ability, alright?" Another nod. "Okay, so when did this all begin Midoriya- the physical symptoms I mean," He held up two fingers, "Second year of Middle school I guessing," He nodded once more. "Have there always been symptoms of both Take and Give?" Another nod. "Oh, you poor boy..." And that's how it went, on and on while he puked into the bucket, watching as it slowly filled up and they had to empty it out and grab another one. 

"Alright, just a couple more now Midoriya... Does All Might know?" The question caught him off guard, but he pushed it away, he's been asleep for so long, something could have happened then for her to know of his involvement. He shook his head slowly, looking away in guilt, listening as she once more 'hmmed', scribbled something down and continued with the questions. "How many soulmates do you have?" He held up two fingers, "Do you know who they are?" He held up one finger. "Only one... Ok, why haven't you confronted them yet then?" She turned to him with a confused look on her face and he felt his face grow pale and his body grow colder, more water pouring out his mouth now accompanied by snowflake clumps. She seemed to get he message if the pitying face was anything to go by. "Now, Midoriya, this is going to be a bit invasive, but if you could show me your soulmarks..." He nearly shouted 'NO!' at her, but he was too busy being occupied by the ocean leaving his lips. 

Why should it matter anymore? It's not like she doesn't know at this point. With what I'm currently doing, it would be obvious to anyone with working eyes. Hesitantly, he held out his arms, motioning for her to take the bands off. When she does, he turns his head in shame. He already knows what's there. He's memorized the lines of the animals, watching as they grew with their pair, memorized the fading of color in each, watching as the bright tan lion slowly grew pale and then gray in just a few hours. Watching as the cute red hedgehog slowly turned pink and pale and then gray itself. Watched as they stopped breathing while they slept and turned from the moving tattoos to stilled art that would completely disappear before his high school years were over. He already knew, so why would he need to look. 

The gentle sigh and whisper of "Oh this poor child, what did he do to deserve this" rang out in the silent room as Recovery Girl continued to stare at his wrists. The two continued to sit there like that, the only movements coming from Izuku when he had to release the water in his system out into the bucket. It wasn't much later that his worried mother came in, tears already pooling in her eyes and she fretted over him. 

"Ah, Midoriya-san, can we have a word out in the hall?" His mother paused her worried motions to look at Recovery Girl.

"Y-yes! Yes, I'll be right there!" She turned back to Izuku and gave him a quick kiss on the head, "I'll be right back sweetie, don't you worry," and with that she left the room, the two women talking in hushed tones that he couldn't here. With a sigh, he snuggled closer into the blanket, waiting for them to come back in.

His mom had pulled him to the couch later that night, explaining that Recovery Girl was going to tell All Might what was going on. And that if Izuku made it in, she was going to tell his teachers so that he could take mandatory breaks whenever he needed them. If he wasn't, then it would be put into his file for others to take precaution of.

He hated it, he hated the feeling of everyone tip toeing around him. Of everyone being on edge as if he would break.

But he couldn't stay mad for long.

Because for all he knew, he would break any minute.

And he wasn't too sure that he really minded anymore.

I passed. I really passed. He couldn't believe it, he'd passed! He'd passed! With the highest marks in the written, and he placed in the top 10 of the physical - He PASSED! 

Just as he was about to cry, water poured out of his nose and mouth but he couldn't really care. 

He'd passed! 

I passed!

Shouta had never gotten his soulmark. 

It wasn't that big of a deal to him, his grandmother had never had her soulmark either but she still found someone to love. So yeah, it never really bothered him. What did though, was all the people it pulled to him. Almost everyday he was asked "What's your soulmark?" only to reply that he doesn't have one and that it was fine, and that no, he never tried ruining someone else's relationship, and no he couldn't steal anyone else's because he was missing one, and so on and so on. It was quite bothersome to him, and he was tempted to make one up just for the peace of mind, but there was always the possibility that stopped him. The possibility that someone, somewhere happened to be from a family with that exact mark and were waiting for their soulmate to arrive. So no, he never did it because of the pointless drama it would make. (And even though he won't admit it, he'd feel terribly bad at possibly ruining someones hopes and dreams. Crashing them into the reality that no, they hadn't met their soulmate, and yes, they'll have to continue to wait until the right time. But again, he would never admit that to anyone).

But there were upsides to having no soulmark as well. He had no one to force him into a relationship because they both had each other's family animal tattooed on their body. And because he'd never have to know what it feels like to Give or Take. And from of the stories he's heard, the symptoms can get horribly bad. And that's where this lands him. Right now, he's currently sat in front of a file for a student he'd chosen as well as the school nurse, Recovery Girl.

"So you're telling me, this kids got two soulmates. Yet both don't want him- even though one's never met him- and he's both a Give and a Take?" He watched as Recovery Girl nodded solemnly, groaning out loud at the predicament. "The years not even officially started and I already have a problem child on my hands," Still, he looked over the file. 

Messy forest green hair clumped with black, deep emerald eyes that shown with nervous excitement. His face was a bit pale, but his cheeks and neck flushed a deep red (as if he was cold, he thought), freckles were all over the place as if someone had splashed a bit of paint on him and his shoulders were a bit stiff. Now looking at his middle school uniform, Shouta could confidently say the kid was cold with the three sweaters he could see poking out the top. With a sigh, Shouta turned back to face Recovery Girl. 

"Alright, I can see why you wanted me here. Anything else before school starts?" 

"Well, his symptoms seem to worsen gradually from what he's told me. But that makes sense because they only started his second year of middle school-"

"He's been dealing with this that long and nothing's been done about it?!" Shouta almost lept out of his chair, how a child could deal with something like this?! For that long?! Recovery Girl though just nodded her head.

"Yes Shouta, because there's nothing to be done about it. The medical field hasn't found anyway to undo the damages left by Give and Take, not even healing quirks can do anything. We just have to let these things run their course and hope for the best along the way. I'm sorry, but that's just how it is... But if it makes you feel any better, with how slow the pace is, young Midoriya should be able to make it through all of high school before it does any real damage to his body. We just have to keep him away from potential soulmates, as well as hope that the friends he makes will be enough to take the edge off some Give and Take," Shouta once more sighed, slumping down into his chair. 

"Yeah," he grunted out, "yeah, I guess you're right..." And with that, the meeting went on. Shouta making sure to keep an eye on the kid for the year. The kids got potential, I don't want to kick him out if I can... But I don't want to send out a dead man walking... We'll just have to see how this goes in the end. 

When Izuku had walked into class the first day, his excitement from earlier that week had crashed. Not only was the scary glasses guy in his class, Kacchan was there as well. 

Oh no, oh no, oh no, ohnoohnoohono- pleeassee tell me this is a nightmare, that I'll wake up and he won't be in my class- but before he could wish anymore the guy with glasses (who introduced himself as Iida Tenya from the renowned Iida family) went on a speech about the exam. It was only moments later that the girl (whose name was Uraraka Ochako) welcomed herself to the conversation as well. All the sudden attention wasn't good for him, but he stuck it out, hoping that the frost on his breath wasn't as noticeable to them as it was to himself. That the touch of his fingers weren't as cold, and that his cheeks and his neck weren't especially as red from the storm raging in his body. He hoped they wouldn't notice. 

It was only a minute later that the teacher called into the room for everyone to be quiet. It was only a second that his eyes landed on each of them (and if they seemed to stall on Izuku just a bit longer than they should, well, he wouldn't have known, as he was too petrified at the idea that someone around other than his mom knew) before he opened his bag and stepped out, taking his jelly with him. Only a moment later did he hand them gym uniforms and were telling them to head out to PE training field.

If anyone noticed Izuku's panic as he changed in the locker room, they didn't mention it. 

Of course our soulmate would be here.

He stared at the boy who called himself Kirishima Eijirou. 

And of course he would only have Kacchans mark.

The assessment was hard for Izuku, with him only just getting his quirk right before the exams and all, but even so, he pushed his body the best he could. But it hadn't been enough. There he sat, last place (and how he got last place will forever be a mystery. 10 months of hell training, and he got beat by a guy who could barely do 10 push-ups and took a full 15 seconds to run the meter dash. What the literal hell-) and now was facing his sensei. The man who held Izuku's future in his hands. 

Please, please give me a chance. If I lose this, I don't know what I'll do. I'll be dead on my feet, my mind a place of no real use anymore. So, please -

"Oh, about the last place thing. I lied. No one's being expelled. It was all just a logical ruse," 

- For kamis grace and mercy give me strength, holy SHIT sensei, I almost DIED! Don't ever do that to my fragile heart and frail mind ever AGAIN, lord-

With that, everyone began to outwardly express their distaste or other opinions before being herded inside to change clothes. Thanks to sensei's logical ruse I get to stay, but that meant whole a three years with Kacchan and Kirishima... Will I even be able to make it that long around them? He'd been so focused on his mental plans and thoughts of how to survive the year with the people around him that he didn't even notice the underground hero calling his name until a large, calloused hand was pressed into his shoulder. 

"Midoriya," A gruff voice called out to him, causing Izuku to jump. The hand on his shoulder tightened a bit, keeping him from whirling around to fast as he turned to come face to face with his sensei. 

"A-ah-hm, y-yes! Yes, sensei, um, was something the matter?" Izuku stammered out his words, ducking his overly flushed face in his uniform and the hoodies beneath it. Flicking his eyes up though, he watched the man in front of him, trying to read his neutral expression for what might be coming next. He should've known it wasn't going to be about anything other than his issue. 

"No, I just wanted to talk over somethings with you about your soulmark issue," His sensei grunted out, "I need to know what you are and aren't capable or comfortable doing. I don't need you dropping into a puddle of water during class after all,"  Izuku's body seemed to grow colder at that, knowing that because of his situation he was going to be treated differently, that his training would be reduced? It pissed him off. He didn't want to lessen his training, he didn't want to hold back on his growth because his soulmates don't love him. 

Correction, his mind mockingly supplied, because ONE soulmate didn't love you. Because ONE soulmate hated your guts enough to damage and erase any existence of you on his being. Because of ONE soulmate. The other one apparently didn't even know you existed. You know, it's hard to love someone who's not even there, right? Thinking about his situation again, he began to understand. Began to realize. Why they wanted him to take it easy, why they wanted him to relax. Because he was young, and still had a life to live, and they wanted to make the most of it for him before he eventually died off. But at this point, he wasn't going to lie to himself. He wasn't going to sugar coat it. He would die. Whether it be from freezing or drowning, it was going to happen, so while he was alive, he wanted to do what he could. 

I want to save people, it's my only goal, my only dream anymore. It's the one thing I've always wanted to do, and the one thing I've focused on my entire life (which probably isn't very healthy on my part, but when you grow up like I did, one thing is better than nothing) but if something happened before I could... I would be sad, that I wasn't able to make a difference, but at the same time. I don't think I would care much either... But where I am now, I want to die doing the best I could with my dream intact... Izuku knew the thoughts were depressing, knew that he probably shouldn't be thinking like this, but he couldn't help it. With how everything looked, that was the most likely turn of events for him.  (In the back of his mind though, he realized that he could probably live on, live through his dreams like he wants to, but he'd have to find someone. Someone that he himself wouldn't mind indulging his whole being in, that wouldn't mind indulging him back. But where could he find someone who wasn't already obsessed with their soulmate? Whether they've met or not? Who could he find? It's not like they would just pop out of nowhere...) Speaking of that, I should probably find All Might and talk to him about this. Maybe give him his quirk back and help him find a new successor? It would be-

"Hey, Midoriya, pay attention," He was once more ripped from his thoughts by that deep voice.

"Ah, yes sensei, sorry about that. What were you saying?" A quiet sigh was heard before his teacher started to repeat himself. 

"I was telling you that we could do this in the classroom so you'd have more privacy if that's what you wanted, unless-"

"No, no, that would be fine sensei. Let's just get this done in there. The faster it's done, the faster we can both go home," Inky eyes stared at Izuku for a long time, seeming to calculate his every move and word. Trying to read him as Izuku had done to the man not even minutes ago. When Izuku guessed the man was satisfied, he turned towards the classroom and followed his sensei in. For the next couple hours Izuku answered all questions asked to the best of his ability while he ignored the trained eyes of his sensei looking him over. 

(Izuku wasn't sure why, but that interaction followed the back of his mind for the rest of the night and through the next few days. The way those dark eyes had trailed over his body, looking for something, anything, but Izuku wasn't sure what. The way his voice had sounded so gentle and kind, but what would Izuku know, he'd just met the man. How he seemed to gather what Izuku was comfortable with, not only with his questions, but with his actions. Watching how Izuku reacted when he lifted his hands, when he showed his inner arms, when scooted closer to his chair and lent into his space. Testing the waters of what was allowed even though he never said a word outside of what was written on his medical paper. He acted different... different than almost every person he's met, but to Izuku it made sense. His sensei thought he had a quirk, had one all his life, he didn't know better. But, it still followed him, impacted him. A soft feeling had grown in his chest, next to the icy typhoon that swung its windy hands around, controlling the crazed waves the raged inside. A soft feeling, like a gentle breeze carrying through a field. A soft feeling, that slowly brushed at the heavy storm clouds like a thin ray of light... A soft feeling that would only grow was time went on...) 

The next two weeks passed similarly with Izuku being constantly under the watch of all his teachers, especially his homeroom teacher Aizawa sensei. But, in all honestly, it didn't really bother him too much. If anything, it made him a bit happy to finally receive the care that he heard was provided by his mentors, even if it was only because he was considered 'terminally ill'. (He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth if he could though). Plus, there was an upside to all this, because of his dilemma, his teachers knew to keep Kacchan and Kirishima away from him, and they did a real good job of that. Pulling him into conversations when they were near by, or vise versa when he wanted to make a quick escape out of the room. Positioning their desks so that the two soulmates were all the way across the room from him. They'll even allow Izuku to hide behind their taller figures when walking in the halls if they happen to cross paths the (now) couple, just to keep contact minimal and avoid any confrontational problems. Izuku was heavily thankful for how they acted, even when it wasn't about avoiding two specific people. 

Like how they allowed him to place a sticky note on his desk when he felt like he was ready to burst any second with one of his 'fits'. Allowing him to miss the whole period if he needs it, and even staying back with him to go over what he'd missed, making sure to give quick but thorough explanations. They even allowed him extensions on his homework in some cases, (though he never used them, always making sure to turn his work in on time or early. He wasn't about the let his emotions get in the way of his future like that) saying that it was alright to relax and not push himself so much when he already had a pretty full plate. It was nice, and he really appreciated what his teachers were doing for him.    

But that's how time went, the teachers looking out for him, Aizawa even going the extra mile to pull Izuku aside from class to talk with him, to make sure he was alright, (to make sure he wasn't too cold, that if he was he could 'Go to the nurses room and work there where it was warmer. You shouldn't let yourself get sick now', to make sure he wasn't tired, because 'Emotions are a tiring thing, I know, I was a teenager too', to make sure he was drinking enough water as 'Hydrating is a big thing, no matter the course you're in, and with the amount of water you throw up, I'm honestly surprised you haven't turned into a raisin'. Just to make sure that he was fine, to talk about his problems and how he was feeling, that if he wasn't comfortable talking to him that there was also Hound Dog that Izuku could go to-) before ruffling a hand through his crazy green locks and sending him back to class, and not that anyone would ever know, nor would Izuku ever admit it to himself, but each time his sensei pulled him aside, touched his hair, something fluttered in his chest, growing a soft spot next to his snow storm, making his temperature drop just the slightest bit. 

Yes, time went on, and next thing he knew, their first field trip was upon them. Their trip to USJ.

When Izuku and the rest of the class hand been informed by Thirteen that they'd be doing rescue training, they thought it would be them doing the rescuing, but apparently not because here Izuku was, part of the scattered crowd to get thrown around the facility. Specifically the shipwreck zone to be precise, and you know what he was doing? Drowning. Drowning in the water. 

Doesn't this feel awfully familiar, his mind joked harshly, even as he continued to choke on the warm water that invaded his mouth and lungs. The only difference now is that the water's coming in and not going out. Izuku ignored his mind, weakly trying to get out, not because he wanted to, but because his natural instinct to survive and get away from the thing that was harming him, clogging his lungs and nose and throat, keeping him from breathing even though it wasn't his emotions spilling out, but some form of chlorinated water going in. He only tried to fight a bit, one part of him wondering if maybe he should give up here and just stop, because it thinks that if he has to go out drowning, it should be by water that wasn't created by his body's natural urge to give and take love, but the other half still struggled, wanting him to survive just for the sake that his body says so, but in the back of his mind Izuku knows it's for some other reason as well and he thinks it's his dream to become a hero, to save everyone (to save himself it truly is, to wait and hope that one day he'll find love and that he'll be able save himself from these stupid emotions-) so he still fights. 

He fights to stay out of the enemies jaws, and quiet literally at this point he realizes as a villain with a shark quirk is speeding towards him. The irony, he thinks as he tries to swim up faster but doesn't move an inch, you know what, just eat me at this point- But just before the thought could finished, Izuku watched with water blurred eyes as a green being flashes by, kicking the shark-man in the head and wrapping something around him before pulling. 

The two students land on the deck, heaving for air, and vaguely Izuku recognizes Mineta is there with them... Crying... Ugly crying. I know this scary and all, it's out first villain fight, who wouldn't be scared... But can he stop? We're literally training to be heroes so we can deal with and stop these situations from happening... Izuku watched as snot dripped down his disappointing classmate, He should at least try to keep his composer... Or go cry somewhere else, this is just disgusting- Hearing a croak from Asui- Tsu had Izuku snapping back to the present. Getting up, he began to look around, taking in all the details he could about the situation at hand. With just a few short minutes of exchanging ideas, (and ignoring Mineta) they'd quickly devised a plan, allowing the three of them to work together and take out the villians with the least minimal injuries. (Well, sorta minimal. Breaking a finger while also trying not to puke your emotional guts out isn't very minimal in any sense of the word, but that's not the big issue here-) 

With the three of them relatively out of harms way near the edge of the water in the shipwreck zone, Izuku took in his near surroundings. The only two goals in his mind being to get Tsu and Mineta to safety, and/or to help out the nearest students he could see, because there was power in numbers, especially if those numbers were a group of heros-in-training. So, with his eyes wide open, muscles tense, and his mind running a hundred miles an hour, he got to work, slowly guiding the three of them towards the front door while keeping an eye and ear out for any sights or sounds of battle, ready to jump into action if needed. 

It was only a short distance later that his eye caught on the main plaza. This is where sensei's fighting. Izuku slowed to a stop, ignoring the confused murmurs of his two classmates behind him, his eyes only searching for where the dark haired man was fighting. There- And Izuku was caught. 

A black flash was all he could catch before the enemy was down. And then the next and then the next, the villains were dropping like flies, and even though Izuku couldn't see the details of the fight, he just knew his sensei was moving with grace and power. A few more down and he could finally track the mans moves, watching as Aizawa lashed out with such speed and precision, taking down the enemies faster than they could pull their own fists back. It was like a dance, swift and hot as the underground hero moved from partner to partner, latching onto them like a hunter looking at it's prey, catching them in their claws and never letting go. (And Izuku wondered, wondered himself if he was like those others, prey caught in the claws of this driven man fighting in front of him. Stuck and unable to turn his eyes away [Unable to turn his eyes away from him specifically]). If Izuku didn't know any better, he would have thought the plaza was a dance floor, the sounds of grunts and groans from the hard work of their fierce continuous group tangos. The sudden movements made it look even better under the central lights that seemed to coincidently shine right down onto them. His strange twists and turns as he leapt over and slid under each villain, taking them down in his wake. Even when he seemed to move slower did it look as enticing... Izuku couldn't help but continue to stare.

If he truly didn't know this was a fight, that not only his life, but the life of his sensei and classmates were on the line, were in immediate danger, he might have gotten up in this mesmerized state and joined the man. Joined the man in his fight. Joined the man in his rapid fire dance with all the glory he could muster in his frozen state, not caring if he melted under the touch, under the heat of their movements. I wonder if his fingers would burn against my cold skin as we danced- The thought had just barely entered his mind before he shut all his thoughts away. 

What am I thinking, we're in the middle of a battle, in danger! My classmates are out there, surrounded by villains- they could be dead for all I know! But even as he thought these words, repeated them in his head, his eyes never left the dark haired man moving about, and his body seemed to heat up just a bit more, the frost that coated his every breath coming out just a tiny bit lighter. Or, at least it was until Izuku's mind continued his thoughts, reminding himself of something he's been trying to avoid. -My soulmates could be dead! And just like that, cold of his breath was back full force, the frost suddenly more chilling as it left his lips and the dark waves that had seemed to calm were once more lapping at the back of his throat, waiting for the right moment to pool over and drag him down into their depths, stealing his breath and his life. 

With the sudden chill, he was once more focused, watching as the fighting sides continued to go at each other. Watching as his teacher faltered. Watching as the villains faces morphed into horrifying happiness at the opening... Watching... Watching as they slammed his sensei's face into the ground, the skull and bones loudly cracking and snapping under the pressure, watching the blood spill out of his body, watching as they laughed, watching watching watching- 

Watching, as the man who claimed himself to be Shigaraki, leader of the League of Villains, turned to face them. Watching, as he suddenly placed himself in front of them and cupped his hand onto Tsu's fearfully frozen face. Watching... Watching... Feeling... 

Feeling, as the turbulent hurricane that was once a small storm came loose in form of hysterical rage. Feeling, as the frost that always mixed with his breath turned into snow, then into shards of ice as his emotions began to overwhelm his being. Feeling, as the thin layer of snowy dust that usually covered his cheeks and neck began to grow rapidly, covering his body in a crystal like armor that cracked and shattered with every move of his body, clawing scratches into his own skin as well as every enemy that stood in his path. Feeling, as Izuku stood up and let the need to Give and Take run his body and mind, because no one will take away my precious people, no one will harm my classmates for their own sick values, no one will hurt my friends for their own fucking enjoyment, no one will touch my sensei just to feel accomplished. 

Watching, Feeling, Izuku lashed out in the need to protect, to Give his life to protect the others, to Take away the bad. Izuku lashed out not even thinking about the monsters in front of him. Izuku lashed out, not even realizing that his emotions had taken over and were releasing themselves because his classmates had been hurt. (Unbeknownst to him at the time, the real trigger had been watching as the only person to ever go out of their way to care for him get their body slammed into the concrete and crushed by a monster-)

Izuku lashed out, only one goal on his mind.

I will save them all. 

When he woke up in the nursing station once more, like last time, the first thing he did was turn and puke into the bucket. Unlike last time though, the first words out of his water filled mouth were, "Are they okay?" 

With a sigh, Recovery Girl nodded and told him to keep tight. He'd broken an arm and both legs, not only that, his Take and Give had somehow gotten worse at the time (she guessed it had to do with how pressing and stressful the situation was) covering his whole body in an ice, that was normal for closing oneself off from everyone, giving him terrible hypothermia. They had been able to get him warmed up quick enough for the symptoms to quickly disperse, but they were still worried he'd be freezing later. Other than that, they hadn't been worried about the out burst happening again, they'd just have to keep him away from extremely stressful situations until they could accurately figure out what happened. So with the situation as it had been, he really shouldn't be worrying about anyone but himself. But even so-

"What about sensei? Can I see him? I saw him get- get crushed into the ground and I need to make sure he's alright-" A wrinkled hand was pressed against his head, pushing it into the bucket and he realized that he'd been spitting out water and snow as he talked. Doing as motioned, he emptied what he could of the raging ocean inside him and listened as she spoke.

"Yes, yes. Shouta is fine, he's recovering just like you, though your injuries were much lighter," That doesn't make me feel better at all, "But he'll be fine Midoriya, just relax and try to get some more sleep. I want to heal you up as fast as I can-" 

"But can I see him? Or can we move my bed to his room? Recovery Girl please-" He didn't know why he was begging at this point, but it made Izuku panic not being able to see him. He wasn't even sure why he was panicking, the feeling just kept filling his head. 

(Of course Izuku knew why, of course he knew why he was panicking. In just the span of these few short weeks, this man's shown Izuku more care and affection than any other person involved in his life has in the last ten years or so, taking away his mother of course. Even if it was plastic, even if the feelings were fake, it was still more care than he's ever felt, than ever given to him, and Izuku's grown attached. He's already grown addicted to the feeling of being seen and being welcomed and being cared for. He can't help but grow attached... Can't help but grow attached to the gentle head pats and hair ruffles. The quiet words and careful questions... Grown attached to the light touches that still feel warm on his cheeks and forehead when his sensei wanted to check his temperature. The way his long fingers would brush away his hair when doing so. Grown attached to the small bits of attention he's shown outside and away from the class, when Aizawa thinks something might be wrong and wants to make it right any way he can. Grown attached to how Aizawa purposely pulls him near and into random conversations when Kacchan and Kirishima walk near by. To the way Aizawa never gets angry or impatient when Izuku doesn't understand some of his school work, and always answers his questions with ease when Izuku gets into one of his quirk analysis moods where all he can do is talk and talk and talk, and watch as the man in front of him just stares on indifferently and patient, the twitch of his lips and the dim shine in his eyes being the only indication of amusement... Grown attached to the man that's been keeping him near even with all the trouble he is, with all the problems he seems to cause, who's slowly saved his life more times than once in many small and different ways even if Izuku himself doesn't know and realize it yet. He's grown so attached to everything this man is and has done and will hopefully continue to do, and he doesn't want it to end. He doesn't want it all to end as soon as it began, as quickly as it started, please don't let it end, he's too far attached and he can't let it go now-)

"So, please, let me see Aizawa sensei, I need to know he's alright," Izuku didn't say everything out loud, didn't say all that was above, he knows he didn't, he knows he didn't for fact because he doesn't remember thinking it. It was all in his subconscious, but even so, the words he'd pleaded were filled with that meaning.

Recovery Girl was shocked to say the least, but she still had to say no. She couldn't be risking her patients, especially one as delicate as Izuku. So with her mouth opened and ready to say no, she looked into the boys eyes and stopped. 

The next thing she knew, she was moving the boys bed into his teachers room. It's only for a few days, so it won't really hurt anyone. And if Shouta's got anything to say, I'll whack him with my cane, bloody and broken or not. 

If Aizawa thought it was weird that one of his students were bunking in his room he didn't say anything.

Instead, Izuku got to rest the next few days with a peace of mind as he watched over his sensei, making sure that he recovered well.

Except he didn't try to recover well. 

For the next few weeks until the Sports Festival, Izuku spent most of his time worrying for (and annoying) his homeroom teacher. 

...

"Sensei! You need to relax! You're still injured! Please!" 

"Problem child, calm down. I'm fine, besides I'm not even doing that much-"

"SENSEI. You literally just tried using your capture weapon to climb up that tree-" The dark haired man just grunted, about to argue that what he was doing was important when Izuku continued, "And I get you want to save that cat, but you're too hurt! Just let me do it, alright?" And so, Izuku climbed the tree unsteadily and got the small cat, making sure to carry it into the school for his sensei's peace of mind. 

...

Izuku walked past he teachers lounge, heading over to Recovery Girl when he heard his sensei talking. Wanting to make sure he wasn't planning on doing something that might hurt him more than he already was, Izuku strayed a bit, eavesdropping on the conversation. 

"I don't really trust the guy they put in my place, so maybe I can do a quick patrol tonight-" And that was all the teen had to hear before he was slamming the lounge door open and startling the bandaged man. 

"Sensei, I swear to kami above, you are not going on that patrol. You are supposed to be taking care of yourself, NOT putting yourself further in harms way," 

The two stared at each other, Izuku still standing tall in the doorway with his arm still outstretched from when he slammed the door open, his expression scrunched up in an angry pout, while his face dusted an even deeper red from his irritation. Aizawa on the other hand sat in his office chair slightly stunned by the outburst he'd just received, not expecting it in any forms. They stared at one another, the tension high and the air thick. Just as Aizawa was about to reply with his usual "It's none of your business, Problem child," Izuku closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly before saying as calmly as possibly, "If you even think about going on that patrol tonight, I'm telling Recovery Girl," And all conversation ended there as Aizawa gave a quick nod of his head before telling Izuku to 'cram it'.

...

This is how the next few weeks continued with the two of them as everyone prepared for the Sports Festival vigorously. It was quite the entertainment channel for the rest of the teachers in the school, each of them experiencing at least one of Izuku's little worried bouts over the sleepy sensei, watching as he went off on the man almost a foot taller than him, that could easily expel him. But they were also able to watch as a fondness entered the raven mans eyes when his little student turned away and marched off huffing and puffing about his teacher being so careless (when Izuku was exactly the same, even worse). Though the best part of it all was watching as their colleague planned most of these little skits. Watching as he did research about Give, and how a person just needed to pour all their care and worry and affection into someone (preferably a soulmate). Watching as he created little situations that he knew would draw the attention of his student, and acted them out. Watched as they almost always went perfectly. Yes, the best thing about these little situations was all the time and care that went into making them happen. 

The Sports Festival came as quick as lightening for the school and Izuku couldn't have been more excited. This had been something he'd dreamed of participating in for years growing up, and now he actually got to be apart of it. He couldn't help but think up past events and wonder what cool games they would be fighting through today, would it be repeats from when he was a child? Or maybe they would go by majorities vote like that one time six years ago? Or they might even just do it by random again- 

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a bandaged hand to the side of his head, bandaged fingers carefully prodding him for his attention. Izuku smiled brightly as he turned to face his sensei, walking with him as the man pulled him from the class. 

"I can tell you're excited for the event," His deep voice grumbled out, muffled slightly by the bandages still around his face. Izuku couldn't help but grin wider at the choice of topic, clenching his fists and bouncing a bit as he continued to walk by Aizawa's side.

"Oh man, oh man, you bet! You don't understand sensei! I've been dreaming of doing this since I was a child, always wondering what might happen when I finally made it to UA! And now here I am, really about to participate in one of the most famous events in all of Japan! In all of the world even! I just-" Izuku was cut off by a short chuckle coming from the man besides him. 

"Alright alright, I get it Problem child, you're not just excited, you're really excited. I see," Izuku huffed a bit, rolling his eyes, "Anyways, I came to talk to you about the events and how you feel. You think you can last through the first two events? There's no breaks in between them, and altogether they last about three or four hours, so," Inky eyes turned to emerald as he waited for Izuku's answer.

 "I should be good! It doesn't seem too bad. Anyways, thanks sensei! For, uh, letting me know," his naturally flushed face deepened as his voice trailed off, small spurts of embarrassment leaking his body (and if he'd paid just the slightest bit of attention to how the flood was in his chest, he would have noticed that soft spot taking up space in his snow storm was starting to radiate just the barest hint of warmth, even with it being so very very small). 

"'Course. Now then, go on back to the locker rooms. You all be going out soon," Izuku turned back towards his class, getting ready to leave when Aizawa's voice called out once more, "Oh, and Problem Child?" Izuku glanced into what he could see of his sensei's amused dark eyes, "Go out and be a problem," Izuku's smile could have blinded a person with how bright and happy it was, (And little did he know that this was the straw that broke the camels back. This was the point of no return. Izuku would soon being to realize how bad he'd fallen for his teacher so long ago, his soulmates not forgotten, but unimportant in the scheme of things any longer) so with a wave, he was off to the locker rooms, ready to face the day. 

Or at least he was ready. Yes, he was ready until Todoroki came and threw down the metaphorical gauntlet. To make matters worse, Izuku threw one right back down, the energy and pure happiness he'd felt from Aizawa sensei's earlier comment fueling this newfound confidence. Hell, even Kacchan came in to try and throw down, but he just ignored the blond, keeping his focus strictly on Todoroki, prepared to cause trouble and show him that he won't take it lying down. 

So there he was, tired and out of breath from doing his absolute best in the first two rounds, scrambling around to get away from the eyes and ears of everyone, of the crowd. It had been rough, really rough, but he wasn't that mad. He'd scored first place in the first round, an obstacle course that had vaguely reminded him of the entrance exams because of some robots, while managing to cause a bit of chaos near the end by launching himself over the two most expected first placers (He could feel Aizawa's tired smirk from there) with a sheet of robot and a stack of dug up mines. After that, he'd been placed at a million points, (which almost gave me a heart attack, holy FUCK) and was told that he had the leading point value of the next round, a cavalry battle. He'd only placed fourth that time, with him and his group not completely ready for all the frontal assaults that Todoroki's group had made sure lay on him, but in the end, he still shook up the place by being able to avoid almost every team until the last 10 seconds or so. He was proud, but he had time to be proud later, as currently he was trying to keep himself from bursting at the seams right now. 

He was thankful for the break they'd been given in between the second and third event, because while he'd been confident that he could handle the first two without puking freezing cold water onto his competitors while talking to Aizawa, he was actually starting to lose it part way through the second round. So now here he was, quickly avoiding the crowd to find a deserted bathroom as frost nipped at his fingers and nose, and slowly crept up his arms and spread over his face and neck. As the noticeable cloud that his breath always was began to grow colder and take the unique shapes snow always did. As the oceans depths began to stir and shake, seething more than usual, releasing its waves to lick at his throat and tongue, in it's own form of torture. As the storm that always showered the ocean with snow began to aggravate the waters below as its wind picked up and its white turn glassy and crystal like. 

Izuku rushed, ignoring the need for food to appease the disaster that he knew would claim him any second, ignoring the chance to rest and recover along with his friends to fall into the emotions that won't ever let him go because of a stupid animal on his each of his wrists. Izuku rushed, hoping to free himself of these feelings as soon as he could, hoping to free himself of the strange aggravation they've recently begun to bring to his chest and mind (aggravation of a love not there anymore, aggravation of a love not meant for his soulmates but a stranger that has no place in this system, aggravation at not knowing what to feel for this man but at the same time knowing exactly what to feel-). He was almost there too, almost there until Todoroki came and pulled him away, much farther off from the crowds than Izuku was. Much farther away from the prying eyes and ears of shameless gossipers and curious teenagers. 

Soon enough, Izuku found himself in a tunnel, far enough away that privacy was absolute. Izuku almost groaned, privacy talks always took a while, and if he was being honest, he didn't have that time. But even against his wishes, it began. And so Izuku listened. He listened in horrific fascination as Todoroki spun the tale of his childhood, of his life, of how he was trained like a soldier and pushed to live without any cares besides the drive to be number one, and all the while, the storm in his chest grew sharper and frigid, angered by what it's heard, while the over flowing waves demanded they be let out, wishing to claw their way to the elder Todoroki and drown him for what he's done. Izuku was a Give and a Take. It's in his nature to help and protect, and his emotions seemed to agree as they tried to rip themselves free of his throat. It's been far too long since his last release, and with Todoroki's it was getting harder to keep the hurricane contained. 

But, even with the disgusting things he'd just heard, he couldn't open his mouth, he couldn't say a word. He couldn't, because if he did, his feelings would come out and this definitely wasn't the time to be spilling his own stories. Or at least, it wasn't until Todoroki asked a question. 

"You've been awful quiet during all this... You must have something to say... Unless you're hiding it of course," Todoroki placed a finger on his chin before continuing, "I seemed to notice something about you, Midoriya, something strange. You say your quirk is strength augmentation, kind of like All Might's in fact, but I've always noticed how cold you are and that there always seems to be frost on you..." Izuku panicked a bit, he thought he'd been doing a good job at hiding it- "Do you have two quirks like me, except you hate using your ice for some reason?" At this point, he couldn't even keep his mouth closed. 

"What the hell Todoro-" And water came out. Like a floodgate opening, the ocean came forth, its wrath on full displayed as snow white chunks floated the surface. The frost that had crawled over his body, hardened just a bit, making sure to crack and crumble under every twitch and spasm Izuku made. Arctic water continued to spill from his nose and mouth as he tried to collect himself, even if just a bit. Turning to look up at Todoroki (when had he fallen to the ground?), he saw the usually stoic face filled with just the barest hints of panic. 

Huh, the first time I see a change of expression on his face and it's of panic. Why can't I just cause people to feel normal things around me? 

When he could finally get a full breath, he held up his hand to keep Todoroki from going anywhere or saying anything. 

"N-no... Todoroki... I don't have an ice quirk..." He paused to wheeze and swallow back some water, wincing at the biting cold that began to numb his throat. 

"Then why?.." 

"Have you ever heard of Give and Take?" Now it was his story time. 

When both boys left that tunnel not much later, it was with Izuku draped over Todoroki's warm side still trying to keep the ocean back. 

"We need to get to a bathroom... Preferably one that's secluded so I can puke the rest of this up" Izuku adjusted himself to spit up the icy liquid away from the hetro-haired boy, "If you could find Aizawa sensei, that would be great Todoroki," So that's where they went, to a bathroom not too far from the tunnel they were just talking in. When inside, Todoroki quickly helped Izuku onto the floor in one of the stalls, watching as he situated himself before quickly fleeing to find their teacher. It only took a few more minutes before Izuku felt a comforting presence behind his body, a lightly casted hand just barely touching his shoulder to let him know who was there. Not even moving to look up, Izuku slumped, allowing himself to fall into his sensei's side for his warmth (for his touch, his mind supplied. Izuku didn't put much fight into pushing the thought down, letting it sit and simmer in his mind until it faded away).  

"Thank you for getting me Todoroki, you can go now," His words were curt and to the point, Izuku recognized, and he felt as the man turned away from his classmate to give his full attention to Izuku.

"But sensei, what about-" Todoroki had begun to protest, even though his true understanding of the situation was very little and only minutes old. I'll have to thank him sometime for being so sweet when he'd just declared me his eternal rival...

"Midoriya will be fine, I'll be here to take care of him. You just go," Todoroki hesitated for only a moment before his steps retreated out of the bathroom, but Izuku barely noticed. The words of his teacher repeating in his mind, "I'll be here to take care of him.... I'll be here.... Take care of him..." Izuku's face lit up like cherry thinking about the words, so he did the only thing he could think of to hide and stuck his face further into the toilet as he let more snowy liquid slip past his numbed lips. 

It was just the two of them. Alone in the secluded bathroom. Izuku with his head still hung over the (thankfully clean, I don't know what I would have done if there was shit all over it-) toilet, acting as a gusher for all his restless cold emotions, while Aizawa acted as a stable structure to hold him up and keep him still. The quiet between them was nice, even if the sounds of heaving echoed throughout the tiled room, it was still nice and Izuku wouldn't trade it for the world. Slow rhythmic movements were traced along the youngers back, helping him calm down and relax, easing the hurricane his storm had become in that last hour or so. (Easing it because it'd finally found an outlet, someone who was willing to not just Give, but Take as well. Easing because the emotions inside were slowly starting to recognize that maybe they don't need his soulmates approvals, that maybe, maybe he could just let them go. Let them go and fall into the arms of someone who was willing to care. Easing because he felt dangerously close to falling- [But he'd already fallen and Izuku knew that he'd fallen, knew that there was no going back, it's just that he was too numb and dumb to realize before, to realize he'd fallen the day his sensei had first pulled him out of class to gently ruffle his hair, his long fingers softly pulling at the curls and quietly ask how he was feeling in that deep grumbling voice. Had fallen when he moved that hand from the top of his head and slowly slid it down the side of his face, the roughness from the years of hard work brushing his skin as it slowly moved lower, shaping itself to cup every curve and crevice until it was situated on his neck and then on bend where shoulder meets. His large hand stayed under his clothing collars for a minute, checking his temperature under all the layers, seeing how different it was to the exposed flushed skin of his face. Had fallen even harder when the man had leaned in so close that his stubble lightly scratched his freckled cheek as he blew hot breath onto Izuku's ear to warm him up, going around to do the same on the other before pulling back. He fallen the hardest when he'd at last pulled out a small thermos filled with hot chocolate he was now keeping one hand incase Izuku ever felt too cold and given it to him to drink. He'd fallen, had fallen hard, and he knew, and now he wasn't afraid to admit it] - Easing because, somewhere, in the back of his constant moving mind and his ever strong yet fragile heart, he realized he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life like this if it was this sensei to take care of him, if it was his sensei to take care of him). 

His thoughts were pulled from his mind by the deep rumble of his teachers voice. 

"Do you think you can participate in the last event?" 

The last event. 

He'd totally forgot about it with everything that's happened in the last 45 minutes or so. And All Might.

Oh man, he was supposed to make a statement this round! He was supposed to show the world that 'He Was There!' 

He really had no choice. 

Sighing, he slumped into his teacher even more, his flushed embarrassment covered by his reddened frigid skin. 

"Yeah... Yeah, I think I can manage it," He tried to push himself up, but collapsed under his weight. 

"Hey, hey, don't push yourself, if you can't participate that's fine. We'll just tell the crowd a home emergency came up while you sit in the top box with me and Mic. It's alright to relax Midoriya," Shouta gently pushed him back down with his bandaged arms, allowing him to heave the last of his emotions out in the form of a wet cough and a dibble of water that poured out his lips. 

He's right... Shouta's right. I can relax, take a break. It'll be fine... If All Might's heart is truly in the right place he'll understand... Yeah, he'll understand. 

With a nod, Izuku pushed himself up, leaning heavily into Shouta's warm body for support as they made their way out of the bathroom. Once outside, they carefully situated themselves before they began their stumble back to the announcers booth. 

"Ah, word of warning though," Shouta said, turning his head just slightly quickly glance at Izuku, "Mic can be pretty loud, so you might want to wish your hearing goodbye before we get there," A strained chuckle left his mouth as he leaned further into his sensei. 

"Yeah, I could tell,"

Izuku watched the rest of the festival from up in the announcers booth, wrapped up snuggly in Shouta's hero top, leaving the man to sit in his black undershirt while he commented on the battles taking place. Speaking of the battles, Izuku had wanted to see everyone fight, had wanted to see how far everyone would go, but for the first time in years, Izuku felt warm, his chest felt at ease. (The little soft spot that brushed at the dark clouds, that gave off just the barest hint of warmth... that little soft spot had grown, breaking just one ray through the snow storm, allowing just one ray to give off a little more heat). Izuku found soon found himself fighting to stay awake, but it was a losing battle, not even half way through the second match, Izuku allowed himself to drift off, curled in the corner right next to the booth, tucked right into Shouta's leg.

Had he just kept his eyes open a little longer he would have noticed the way Shouta turned to check on him. He would have noticed the way Shouta's dark inky eyes gleamed with a hidden happiness and light amusement. He would have noticed how Shouta's hand gently brushed his cheek. 

If anyone noticed the young green haired boy wrapped tightly in Shouta's uniform top, than no one questioned it. 

If anyone noticed Shouta gently pick the boy up and cradle him close to his chest as he walked down and out of the building, than no one questioned it. 

If anyone noticed the way Shouta gazed at the boy as he laid him in the back seat of his car, than no one questioned it.

If anyone noticed how Shouta lent forward and only just let his rough lips grace his freckled cheek, than no one questioned it.

And if anyone noticed that Shouta was missing his uniform top for the rest of the Festival as well as the weekend, well, than no one questioned that either.

With the end of the Sports Festival came internships. And for Izuku, internships meant plenty of harsh 'hands-on!' 'Do it yourself!' kinds of quirk training taught by a partial grumpy old man with the hero name lost to the generations, Grand Torino. Even with his situation, Torino didn't back down or shelter him, and man was Izuku feeling greatful. Well, also a little terrible, Torino's training really hurt! But it felt nice to be treated less like glass and more like a person again. It didn't last long though, because with this internship came the League....

Hosu was on fire, three Nomu were running amuck and Izuku couldn't find his mentor. It didn't help that the stress of the situation has already caused his body to frost over several times, as well as build up into the ice like structure it once was at USJ. Water and ice shards were coming out his mouth, and just sparsely did Izuku remember that Iida was here.

In Hosu.

Where Stain's been hanging lately.

...

A few moments later and Izuku found himself in a long alley way, body covered in ice, mouth leaking an oceans worth, standing shakily in front of a downed Iida, glaring at the renowned Hero Killer. Hmm. What a life. Why do I get myself into this shit- These were Izuku's last thoughts before he pounced at Stain, his message to the group chat already sent, with back-up hopefully on the way.  

The next three days of his internship were spent in the hospital.

His mother, his classmates, and even Shouta blowing up his phone to see if he was alright.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine mom! Just got into a bit of an accident! I mean, you saw what happened in Hosu, right? It may have looked bad, but I promise I kept to the smaller things! Anyways, I've gotta go. The doctors need to do a few more tests. Alright, okay, I love you too mom, bye-" Izuku hung up the phone with a sigh. He loved his mom, he loved her so much, so dearly, he wouldn't trade her for anything! But sometimes, she could be a bit over dramatic. With another huff, he began to scroll through his text messages absentmindedly when one specific contact caught his eye.

Shouta Sensei

You better not be seriously injured, Problem child.

You're already a handful to deal with, we don't need you coming back without an arm now do we?

If you do, I'll personally set up your punishment training.

You thought it was bad now, just wait.

Izuku snickered as he went to text his teacher back.

Me

Sorry Sensei!

I promise I'm still in one piece!

And if anything, you should be punishing Iida and Todoroki as well for being involved

Not just me! >:(

Shouta Sensei

They don't cause me as many problems as you, so suck it up

Anyways, get some rest now.

Internships will be over in a few days so get better quick and try to learn as much as you can

Me

Yes Sensei, I will! 

Shouta Sensei

Good

The conversation ended there, and Izuku quickly put his words into action. Plugging his phone in and placing it down the nightstand next to his and Todoroki's beds, before snuggling down into the hospital sheets. In just a few moments, he was out like a light.

Chapter Text

The Second Night of The Training Camp

The night was dark, the forest quiet as everything crept to keep the stillness of the night. The training camp was dim, the lights off as everyone slept, resting for the next day of training that was to come. But not everyone was asleep. 

The bath was hot, the steam clouding in the air above the springs of water. Two people sat in the baths, relaxing in each of their own little sections of the pool. Izuku hadn't been comfortable bathing with the other boys, so Shouta had offered to let him share his time slot if he didn't mind staying up a bit later to bathe. Having been grateful, he gladly took it. 

(It was only a short time later that he realized that he would be alone in the bath, naked with the person holding his feelings in their hands) 

So there the two settled, quietly enjoying the flush of warmth that the bath gave, allowing their tense muscles to finally loosen, refreshing themselves for the night. 

...

That is, until Izuku started nod off and slump into water unbidden.

Sighing softly, Shouta stood up, hurriedly making his way over to his student, already leaning in to cup his hands around the emerald eyed boys freckled cheeks. Holding his head steady, he turned the youngers face to his, checking the skin tones, seeing how focused his eyes were, feeling how warm (or cold) he was. Nothing seemed off, though the boys face was much more flustered than before, the crimson more prominent, and his eyes seemed half lidded; as if he was tired and fighting to keep them open. Another soft sigh and the raven gently pats his cheeks, speaking in low tones. 

"Hey, hey. Izuku, stay awake for now - at least until we get you to your room," With careful hands, Shouta maneuvers himself in a position ready to help Izuku up, but a soft whine in protest had him stalling and turning back to the other. 

"I don't want to get out just yet sensei... A few more minutes? Please?" A small pause, "The warmth is comforting..." Starring into slightly bleary emerald eyes, he glared lightly before huffing and stationing himself right next to Izuku. 

"Fine, fine- Five more minutes- but then we leave. I don't need you drowning in the water because you were too stubborn to leave the water when tired," And with that, they went on in silence, once more relaxing into the water, just barely brushing skin against skin as they sat side by side. 

(In another situation, one where Shouta hadn't fallen in love with his student, he would have sat there, flushed from the heat, worry filling his being as he counted down the seconds to when he could safely bring his student to their room. Maybe he would have told Izuku to rest his head on shoulder incase he felt like nodding off again. But that wasn't this situation...) 

The skin against his felt soft, smooth in some places. The side of his thigh, the bare edge of his hip. Other parts felt rough. The skin of his shoulder and arm where years (years, he thought. Who would do such a thing to him? ) worth's of scars littered and mingled with his freckles. 

Skin against skin... 

It was tempting... 

But, Shouta wasn't going to do anything, he knew better, knew he had the self control. He would wait- for what? He couldn't be sure. It wasn't like there was a guarantee Izuku would one day come up to him and say "Let's be together, sensei!" with a smile on his face. Wasn't guaranteed that Izuku would ever come onto him, his intentions sexual or not. But in any case, Shouta would wait. Would wait for the possibility that maybe Izuku would confess one day, and he would finally be able to touch him a little more, care for him more openly, express how he truly felt in the ways he could. He would wait.  

(In his mind though, buried deep in the far subconscious of his mind, he noticed Izuku's actions around him - his expressions and body language. The way it's changed and morphed into something he's seen plenty of times between his students over the years. Shouta can see it, but he doesn't seem to acknowledge it, doesn't seem to recognize that it's for him, or that maybe it was a fluke. In any case, he knew, and maybe that's why he held hope for the future-) 

Though, that didn't mean Izuku would wait. 

The words were quiet, a murmur almost missed by the older. 

"Sensei..." Shouta glanced over to his student, mouth opened, ready to respond when suddenly there was a pair of scarred and freckled arms curled around his neck, soon followed by the press of a toned body weighed against his side. He froze, never in his mind expecting something like this to happen. (Not so soon at least-) "Sorry sensei... but... I want to see what happens," Still shocked, he didn't protest as Izuku's naked form climbed onto his lap, his own hands automatically going to the youngers hips, arms still wrapped over his shoulders, his legs parted over his own... Soft ass against his thighs... Heat against his stomach... They were barely an inch apart, and the gap was quickly closing when Shouta gathered his wits. 

"Hey-Kid! Izuku- what do you think you're doing?!" He moved his hands to lightly press back on Izuku's chest, pushing the boy away as to gain some space. Oh kami, they were so close- He needed to stop this now. Glaring, he tilted his head up the slightest bit, trying to force a warning into his inky eyes. But they only stared right back, emerald aglow with some emotion Shouta's positive he's seen before (little did he know, the place he'd seen it from was himself all the times he'd glanced in the mirror and let his mind wander to thoughts of the young broken boy who was in his class, abandoned by his soulmates, yet fighting to go on... To the one he loved secretly) Instead of a coherent answer, Shouta watched as Izuku's already flushed face grew even darker, watched as he hid his face in his shoulder before gradually turning back, only gazing at him with a shy smile and warm eyes. 

He's beautiful- His breath wanted to leave his lungs, but Shouta held the air in and continued on. 

"Izuku, you do realize who you're on, right? I'm not one of-"

"I know sensei..." A pause, a slight widening of the eyes in shock and surprise, and two heartbeats that seemed to flutter in their chests. "I know..." This time, as Izuku leaned forward, Shouta didn't push back. 

Gentle lips pressed against Shouta's own; light, cold, and just a tad bit chapped. They moved carelessly, as if the two of them had all the time in the world to embrace in that moment, to kiss until their chests shuddered and heaved, until their breaths were lost in their individuality. Movements out of control, dark eyes fluttered shut, his larger body leaning into the kiss. Hands that had been animate before once more found their way to loosely grip hips - the motion causing Izuku to pull himself closer, their chests sliding against one another's. Their lips carried on languidly together, tenderly lapping and testing the others as they kissed - Shouta felt almost like a teenager again; the shy experimenting, the new burst of feeling that was felt throughout the whole body, the messiness of it all as hands tried to grab at things without clear direction and bodies tried to keep close to make sure nothing was left untouched. 

Izuku's hands had slowly crept up the back of his neck, soon finding themselves entwined in dark hair as they gripped and pulled lightly, occasionally running through it all. All the while rough hands rubbed up and down dotted thighs before encircling his waist. A soft sigh left the youngers lip, subtly blowing across his face and Shouta took full advantage of the opening, pushing his tongue into the cold caverns of his mouth to the startled delight of Izuku. 

I shouldn't be doing this, his mind protested as his eyes barely opened. 

I shouldn't be doing this, he gazed at the content face of Izuku as he continued to kiss him thoroughly. 

I shouldn't be doing this, his heavy lids slipped shut, further allowing himself to fall deeper into the sensual motions. 

A pause to his thoughts. 

I'll stop before it get's too far... (his mind never supplied what was considered 'too far') 

Shouta tightened his arms around Izuku's waist, bringing him so close that not even air could possibly be between the two of them. A breathy moan left Izuku's lips and he shifted, not seeming to realize there was no space left to press into, so instead, Izuku's body rubbed up. Sharp breaths were sucked in between their kisses. They separated, their lips lingering close enough to occasionally brush. A heated tension filled the air, weighing on both of them heavily, and Shouta felt as if he should stop this all now. Stop before it got worse, before they did something they'd regret. 

With this thought in mind, he opens his mouth to speak. 

"Are you sure this what you want?" 

But a warning isn't what comes out. 

His voice is deep and husky as he speaks, his mind hazy, clouded with thoughts of the boy on him; of his squishable thighs and rough hands, his bruised lips and gasping breaths, hungry eyes and flushed skin, freckles that seemed to cover every inch of his body, I wonder if he'd let me count them, scavenge his body like a map of constellations- I bet I could kiss every single one if he'd let me, I bet I could taste everyone-  A small whine breaks his line of thought and he stares with lidded eyes as Izuku nods his head, his damp curls bobbing along with them, as an answer. Something boiling coils in his stomach and he speaks without meaning to. 

"Then ask," Another whine and a desperate 'please' before their lips are once more reunited, their movements a little more rough, a little less controlled. Large hands grasp dotted hips and guide them forward. A gasp from above, but Shouta keeps the youngers hips steadily moving, leading them into a pleasurable rhythm against his own, slowly building speed and pressure. Low groans, faint moans, and heavy breaths fill the surrounding air, and Shouta continues to grind Izuku against himself, whispered words sometimes mixing in. Compliments slip through their kisses. 

"You're so beautiful..."

"You feel so good.."

"Wonderful, wonderful.."

"Perfect.." 

"I don't want to let you go.." 

Emerald eyes misted over, and Izuku pressed harder into the kiss, all his feelings, emotions, memories, his whole self- he tried to pour all that he could into it, tried to pour all the love he's felt for this man and more. All the affection, all the feeling, he tried to push it back to show Shouta how much he truly cared about him, to show how much he means to him. To show how little he felt for his soulmates. To show that they weren't even an option anymore. That he would rather die of his terrible symptoms with Shouta by his side, then ever feel them be fulfilled without him.

Their hips moved faster, both of them trying to reach their high while simultaneously sending their partner over the edge. Emerald eyes crack open to meet inky black. 

"Shouta..." It's whispered when it leaves his lips. Shouta tilts his head forward, tucking into the crook of Izuku's neck, his voice coming out slightly strained. 

"Yes?" But there's no response besides the slowly building mantra of his name that flows off Izuku's tongue and leaves his lips. 

"Shouta, Shouta, Shouta, Shouta-" The hands that'd stayed in his hair gripped and pulled much harder than before, Shouta hissing lightly at the pain, but he ignored it, completely in favour of his listening to his little Izuku's voice sing out his name in pleasure. "Shouta, Shouta, Shouta- I- I!" Izuku ducks his face into Shouta's dark hair as he presses himself closer to the older male, his hips stuttering in their movements as he cries out during his release, the noise slightly muffled as Shouta feels something pool around his torso. Shouta continues to grind the youngers hips against his own as he feels himself near. Not much later and he's rutting against Izuku, the other's name rolling off his tongue as he moans deeply into his freckled neck, his own release floating out into the rest of the pool. 

Time seemed to slow after that. They both slumped against one another, letting their bodies rest as their highs evened out. 

Shouta let his hands gently glide after that, mindlessly allowing them roam over the flushed skin of what could have been a real life god that sat on his lap. 

From his back to his plush ass, a soft squeeze eliciting a small gasp from plump lips. From there to his hips, smooth skin lightly shivering under Shouta's fingertips as he delicately drags them along, circling the hips before climbing their way up his chest. Izuku arched his back, his chest pushing into the larger hands as they moved, his body jolting and his breathing stuttered when Shouta spends a bit of time rubbing his nipples. The dark eyes just take it all in, watching with a serene awe as his hands moved their way over freckled shoulders and down once more to ghost over plump thighs, the small gasps and shiver's pushing Shouta to go on down legs, over knees and back up to where Izuku's dick resided. He hesitated there, hands wanting to touch, but decidedly he moved on with the subconscious thought of 'later, we'll get to that later,' before once more settling back on his ass.

The air was thicker again, filled with a small amount of tension, but the only thing that came from it were wet kisses to the lips and over each other's body. It was like the two were under a spell, all thoughts of wrong's and right's never once again filling their minds - the only wandering thoughts being of the time they had left in the bath before other's possibly got worried and came to look for them.

Minutes pass as they continue to live in one another's space, a short comment being made here and there, a joke about how they were relieved the baths were drained and filtered automatically every night. Soon though, Izuku sat up, his face pinched in a look of slight confusion and surprise, before turning to the raven haired man. Pulling back his smaller hands, he brought them to his own cheeks, before placing them onto Shouta's. Disbelief filled his features as tears sprung to emerald eyes, and Shouta worried that something was wrong, but then his mouth carefully curved up into a smile. 

"...Shouta?" The name came out barely above a whisper as he spoke. 

"Izuku, what is it- is something wrong?-" His voice was a low grumble as it left his lips, but the words were a bit fast and held a deep concern. But instead of a verbal answer, he got a brighter, more blinding smile as Izuku seemed to fill with energy, before lips were once again pressed together for a quick messy kiss. But as suddenly as it came, it was gone, Shouta's breath going with it. 

"Shouta- I feel warm- I feel warm!" It took a second to understand what he meant, but when realization hit him he smiled back himself, a small yet delighted one. "I feel warm, I feel warm, I feel warm!" Izuku bounced on the ravens lap, and if it weren't for the moment, Shouta might have pushed his hips up to meet half way, but instead he just watched as Izuku happily exclaimed that he was warm, and that it's been so long since he's felt such warmth. That his storms have finally calmed. 

After a few minutes of this, Shouta gave a small kiss to his cheek and went to tell the other that it was time to sleep now, especially since this whole thing started because Izuku had wanted to feel warm. But as he went to open his mouth to speak, he felt his body temperature spike into a blazing heat, before suddenly going arctic cold. Ice water raced up his throat and spilt out of his mouth as frost covered his skin. 

'What the fuck?!' Was his only thought before Izuku grabbed his shoulders and called out his name.