The morning sun clawed through my blinds, painting stripes of harsh light across the ceiling. It was gone. The oppressive, sickeningly sweet pull, the urge that had consumed every fiber of my being last night, had vanished. Relief flooded me, so intense it almost made me weak. But that relief was a mere tremor compared to the earthquake of terror that followed.
Last night. The memory was sharp as broken glass, cutting into me with every detail. The shower, the slick tile, the heat, and Kacchan… my best friend, my childhood rival, taking my virginity with a possessiveness that had been born from that damn lust quirk. My stomach twisted itself into knots. What if he regretted it? What if he hated me? The thought sent shivers down my spine, each one a tiny, freezing needle piercing my skin.
My mind was a runaway train, a chaotic mess of what-ifs and maybes. I was gay?. I was gay for Kacchan!?. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless. And the worst part? My parents probably had no clue Kacchan was even here, let alone that their son had… done that with him. "Shit, shit, shit," I muttered, my voice barely a whisper.
Panic began to bubble, tiny tremors that threatened to erupt into full-blown hysteria. I was pacing, mumbling to myself, trying to find some anchor in the storm when a soft knock echoed through the door. My heart leaped into my throat. It was Dad. He stood there, a silent question etched on his face, his eyes wide. He didn't say a word, just gestured with a hand for me to follow him.
I did, my feet heavy. We left Kacchan sleeping in my room and moved to the living room. Dad sat on the edge of the sofa, his brow furrowed. He sighed, a long, drawn-out exhale that seemed to carry all the unspoken questions. "Seems like I missed a lot," he said, his voice low.
The dam broke. Suddenly, I was spilling everything. My words tumbled over each other, a panicked rush of confession. Last night, the quirk, the shower, Kacchan, my virginity – and then, the real hammer blow: "I think I might be gay for him. I… I might even love him."
My dad's face went completely blank. His mouth hung open, his eyes wide with disbelief. He looked like he'd just seen a ghost, or perhaps a particularly ridiculous, bright pink, and thoroughly embarrassing ghost. I cringed, my cheeks burning, shame pooling in the pit of my stomach.
Then, to my utter shock, he started to laugh. Not a mocking laugh, but a genuine, booming, "I-knew-it-all-along" laugh. "Izuku, oh honey," he said, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. "I've been predicting this ever since you two were kids! The way you've always gravitated towards each other, the possessiveness on both ends, all the little things."
I stared at him, utterly bewildered. He was talking about me and Kacchan ending up together? It was like something straight out of a bad fanfiction. But relief, an enormous tidal wave of relief, washed over me. Finally, something in this mess made sense.
"But… but what do I do now, Dad?" I whispered, my voice small again. "I don't know what any of this means, with him."
Dad sighed again, this time a gentler sound. "Be honest, Izuku. That's all you can do. Be honest with yourself, and with him. The rest will fall into place."
Taking a deep breath, I nodded, the weight on my chest feeling a little lighter. I left him in the living room and headed back to my room. Kacchan was awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone. Probably a barrage of texts from his mom, I figured.
"Hey," I mumbled, my voice cracking with nerves.
He looked up, his gaze guarded. "Hey," he replied, his voice rough with sleep.
I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. "Can we… can we talk?"
"Yeah," he said, setting his phone aside.
This was it. The moment of truth. I fumbled through my words, recounting last night's events, my cheeks burning. "I… I don't know what any of that meant. And… and I was a virgin. And I… I think I might be in love with you." I blurted it all out in one desperate gasp.
The silence that followed was deafening. Kacchan just stared at me, his expression unreadable for a terrifying moment. Then, a slow smirk spread across his face, followed by a burst of laughter.
He reached out, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer until our bodies were almost touching. He kissed me, a soft, lingering kiss that sent shivers down my spine. When he pulled back, his eyes were blazing. "I love you too, Deku," he rasped, his voice thick. "And yeah, it was pretty obvious you were a virgin, fucking clueless."
I blushed even harder, the heat spreading to my ears. "What… what does this mean?" I stammered.
His smirk widened. "It means more than friends, dumbass. It means your officially my boyfriend."
My heart skipped a beat, a wild, exhilarating leap. "Boyfriend?" I echoed, a breathless laugh escaping my lips.
He kissed me again, this time deeper, more demanding. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, my head spinning with the kiss. I pulled back, panting slightly. "I… I thought the lust quirk wore off?" I managed to gasp.
Kacchan just smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "It did, Deku," he said, his voice low and husky. "This… this is just my natural instinct." And in that moment, I knew with a certainty that went beyond logic, that being with him, like this, was exactly where I was meant to be. My heart fluttered, not with panic, but with a joyous knowing. This was a new beginning, and I couldn't wait to explore it.