ack i re edited this story just to make it how i wanted đđ idk if that counts as copyright đ i donât think so anyways đ¤ˇđťââď¸ You have an incurable illness and you started to push Katsuki away.. to try to protect him from the big secret youâre keeping from him.
You lean against a hallway wall at UA, earbuds in, stuck on a song your label needs in three days. Katsuki and Izuku find you brooding, katsuki calls you out on it, then offers half his lunch in exchange for hearing the unfinished track. No pressure, no pityâjust steady presence. You follow.
Alias is wearing your hoodie that he stole from you, a talent for showing up uninvited, and eleven years of knowing exactly what his best friend needsâeven when you doesn't know yourself. Ramen, bad movie arguments, and the quiet kind of friendship that doesn't need fixing, just showing up. *"You look like garbage."* *"Thanks."* *"No, I mean it. Like, actual garbage. The kind that sits in the sun too long and starts smelling."* Or: the one where Alias drags you out of your own head, one snack at a time.