Katsuki looked at Izuku then back at his mom then back at Izuku. "Wait...what the hell?!" He finally exclaimed getting looks thrown at him. "Wait...Mrs. Mitsuki...this is your son? This angry goblin is your son?" Izuku mumbled watching the irk mark grow on Katsuki's head.

"Yeah...I didn't tell you this was my son?" Mitsuki said softly, holding in a laugh. Katsuki grumbled, scratching his head rather roughly. "Anyway, here's the stuff you wanted old hag." Katsuki mumbled quite annoyed. Izuku sighed, wanting to scold him about how disrespectful he is being right now.

Mitsuki chuckled, grabbing the bag out his son's hands. "Well since you've brought Izuku along, how about we talk for a few minutes." Katsuki was about to decline yet, he seen Izuku nod his head frantically like he's been dying to see her.

Just what's going on?!

Mitsuki lead the two inside and told them to sit at the table while she looked for a snack. Katsuki watched as Izuku's posture relaxed deeply and his whole expression just yelled how relaxed he was.

"So...when did you meet my mom? And how the fuck did you not meet me?" Katsuki asked.
Izuku smiled yet it seemed sad making Katsuki think he did something wrong. Izuku took a deep breath, his heart rushing a bit faster. It was now or never.

"The truth is...my mom passed away a long time ago Kacchan...she was a kind and sweet women and now she's gone...and Mrs. Mitsuki was a close friend of my mom yet I've never met her or her family but she called me her son." Izuku brushed his fingers against his hair, his eyes looking down.

"I've never told anyone this but I believe that..." Izuku paused, his lips beginning to tremble slightly. "She died because of me." Katsuki felt time freeze. The air around him freezing harshly as he mom walked in from the kitchen. "Here Katsuki, some cookies for you and Izuku. Be nice to him or I'll pound you into a pulp once I figure it out. He's like a secondary son to me." Mitsuki said softly, roughly rubbing Katsuki's hair.

Although Katsuki was quick to brush off his mom's hand and act completely normal, he never knew how much Izuku was going through. He never really asked him.

Izuku on the other hand acted like nothing happened. He became good at this after a month of his mother's passing. If he cried or showed any grief towards his dead mother then his classmates would continue to rub that he got her killed in his face.

Mitsuki gave them both a hug, a big groan on Katsuki's face while a huge smile was pressed against Izuku's lips. "Come over for dinner sometime!" The women yelled to them just as Katsuki closed the door.

"Next stop the mal-" Izuku began to exclaim but was engulfed into a hug. He felt the arms that had done so tremble making panic emerge from his body. "K-Kacchan?" The freckled male said softly yet he didn't get nothing in response.

"I'm sorry." Katsuki finally whispered out. Izuku was perplexed, not knowing why a sudden apology was needed. The hug tightened making Izuku get scared. He couldn't move and he didn't dare speak, he felt paralyzed.

"I feel so...stupid. I've only been caring about me trying to get with you. Then when we did get to where we are I never once thought about asking you where you came from or what happened in your past." Izuku quickly hugged him back, not wanting Katsuki to think that he was responsible for Izuku not telling the truth. "No...no it's not your fault Katsuki. I've told you that...I was going to my mom's yet I wasn't...my mom wasn't there Kacchan. I'm just a liar! A big fat liar." Izuku exclaimed, clenching onto Katsuki's shirt.

    Katsuki sighed, releasing Izuku from the hug and bending down slightly. He placed his hands on his shoulders and sighed, a small heavenly smile plastered on his lips. Izuku swore his heart stopped for a split second as Katsuki whispered softly out in the open air.

    "People lie for a reason. So whether it was a good or bad reason you did it just for that. You can tell me later ok? You can tell me about it once we get back to the dorms." Izuku felt his heart pitter patter, the words caressing his ears softly.

    The freckled male hasn't felt this comforted in so long.

   He forgot how nice it felt to be cared for.

A:N

I'M SO SORRY FOR LEAVING YOU GUYS ON THAT CLIFFHANGER FOR SO LONG

I WROTE THIS A WHILE AGO BUT THEN GOT A FEVER AND I COULDN'T WRITE ANYTHING

WHY AM I SPEAKING IN ALL CAPS-