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meta-squash · 4 years

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This is something I’ve been thinking about re: Mickey in 3x06 but I can’t really figure out how to write it out as a fic so I’m just going to write it as a meta.

Most of season 2 is Ian and Mickey properly becoming something like actual friends. Very slowly, since Mickey’s guard is still up like crazy. They’re fucking but they barely seem to know each other. Mickey working at the Kash And Grab changes that up a little, but he’s there pretty briefly because juvie. It’s not really obvious in the scene whether Mickey pussies out of killing Frank because of Ian or because of the prospect of, like, actually killing another person, but I like to imagine it’s because of Ian. Which makes some sort of sense because by the time he gets out at the beginning of season 3, it seems he’s done at least a little bit of thinking and has chilled out a little, in that he’s surprisingly okay with the jealousy he feels later on re: Ned. I think season 2 Mickey probably would have freaked out again at the fact that he was even jealous. Season 3 Mickey is just plain jealous, and even if that internalized homophobia is still sort of there, it’s not like it was before. Anyway, in early season 3 the friendship continues to develop since Mickey’s back at the Kash And Grab and then it speeds right the hell up when Mickey gets jealous of Ned. Mickey’s jealous, he acts jealous, but when Ian shows pretty obvious preference towards him instead of Ned I think he kind of starts to make an internal decision. Then there’s the kiss, obviously, and by then they’ve been fucking for a while and I think Mickey has, to some extent, admitted to himself that he’s actually gay. Because it seems like for most of seasons 1 and 2 he’s really holding on to the “just a warm mouth” type mentality that he tells Ian, trying to convince himself that Ian’s just easy and that’s why he does it, same as Angie being easy or whatever.

So that kiss is one boundary crossed, one pretty big change in Mickey’s mentality. One internal decision made. And throughout this whole thing, Mickey has been his usual thug self, talking shit, making threats, being a menace, etc etc. He kinda smooths out when it’s just him and Ian (like in the dugout and stuff) but he’s still got his guard up.

But then there’s the conversation in the Kash And Grab, when Mickey invites Ian over. First of all, I’m pretty sure it’s the first time Mickey has said the word “gay” so casually, without using it as an insult/threat or it being something he’s freaking out about. So that’s interesting. Also, he’s obviously a little guarded when inviting Ian over, but not freaking out, and not in a way that makes him insult Ian, which is new (and the “fuck you is what you’re invited to” doesn’t count because I feel like that’s a pretty standard Mickey response no matter what).

So basically what all this is leading up to is the night of 3x06, which I think is unique in its own right even without being followed up by the morning.

Because Ian sleeping over, alone in the Gallagher house without Mandy, or Mickey’s brothers, or Terry, or anybody, is essentially the first time the two of them have been safely, privately together, like ever. The dugout is pretty much the only other time and that was still basically in public. So not only is this their first time hanging out alone, it’s also one of the only times we ever get to see Mickey being a Teenager. Like, Ian does teenager shit, goofs off with his siblings, reacts to things like a teenager would. Mickey, up until now, has been all anxiety and violence. This is the first moment we see Mickey with his guard down, Mickey acting his actual age, which is like 17. This is the first time we see Mickey relaxed and genuinely laughing. The first time we see Mickey in a situation that is just so normal and teenager-y, watching a movie with your friend while eating pizza rolls on the couch, hanging out.

We don’t know how the rest of their night went, but the fact that Mickey is comfortable enough to bring out and display the ben-wa beads is pretty telling. I mean, obviously more fucking happened that night, duh. But also to go from being as guarded as Mickey was, to (barely) stepping over the boundary of kissing, to the relaxed Mickey we see in 3x06, I get the impression that whatever interactions they had that night put Mickey at ease. I doubt there was much heart-to-heart talking, or if there was it would be entirely one-sided because Ian’s a talker, not Mickey (at least in s3). Maybe it was sex in a private, somewhat safe and comfortable place, maybe it was hanging out alone and really kind of getting to connect on a level that wasn’t public, maybe it was getting to let his guard down and act a teenager, maybe it was something else, who knows. That glance between them as the movie starts makes me think there was probably some movie theater-style making out. In any case, this sleepover is the night that Mickey really gets to be a teenager, to be kind of a “regular kid” without the concerns and anxieties and things he usually has. Probably another threshold crossed, another level of Mickey accepting himself and all that.

And then it’s all ruined. Which is a scene that is horrible and fucked up and we all know it so I’m not going to go over it because obviously it’s hugely traumatizing for them. But it’s interesting the way that Ian reacts to the rape vs Mickey, in that Mickey’s walls go right back up (as expected) and we basically don’t get that guard-down Mickey again until the end of season 4 when he’s living on Ian’s floor. But Ian interacts with Mickey in this odd way, similar to how he talked to him in season 2, like he wants the walls to be down, and if he just talks enough he can force them down. Which kind of worked before, in a way. But this time it just kind of shoves it in Mickey’s face that he should never have let his guard down, that he’s fucked, that there’s this new trauma he doesn’t want to think about. Ian reacts like a teenager, kind of making this about him and what he wants, talking to Mickey’s brick wall. Mickey, on the other hand, pulls back into the acting-older-than-he-is shield of violence and silence. For good reason, obviously. It’s like Ian doesn’t quite understand what happened, the significance and intensity of it all. Mickey absolutely knows what happened to him.

What I find fascinating is that in the scene before the wedding, Ian somehow manages to hit the nail on the head while simultaneously missing the point completely. Mickey kisses Ian, they fuck, so it’s a pretty clear sign that Mickey’s feelings are still there (there’s even the “it’s just a piece of paper” line). Mickey quite literally tells him, “why you acting like I got a choice in this” and Ian responds with a line that should be him realizing the reasons Mickey has no choice: “Your dad is an evil, psychotic prick.” To Ian, that’s an excuse to NOT go through with it. To Mickey (and the audience), it’s the reason he HAS to.

And here’s the moment we see Ian’s family upbringing vs Mickey’s, and how different the Gallaghers have it despite their fucked up life:

“You’re just gonna let him ruin your life.”

“You need to grow the fuck up. Don’t act like you know a thing about my dad. Not everybody just gets to blurt out how they fucking feel every minute.”

It seems like Ian is seeing the rape as a one-time thing, as some crazy over-the-top reaction from Terry. He’s probably comparing Terry to Frank. Frank’s a bastard, but his assholery extends mostly to scams and insults and neglect, not actual physical violence towards his kids (minus the one time he slapped Ian). So Ian’s thinking of Terry as the same level of threatening as Frank, or maybe just a notch or two higher, rather than leaps and bounds more awful. Which I don’t quite understand considering the whole plotline with Terry also raping Mandy in s2. Ian understands that Terry is fucked up, but I think the “don’t act like you know a thing about my dad” line isn’t necessarily Mickey backing up his father in any way. In fact, I think it’s the opposite. I think it’s a “you have no idea how far he might go” sort of thing. And then the following line about blurting out feelings is just another signal that Ian misses completely. Ian grew up getting hugs and conversation and always had Lip or Fiona to turn to and talk out his feelings at least to some extent. He grew up in a household very giving when it comes to feelings. Mickey’s the exact opposite. So him even saying anything hinting that he wants to blurt out any feelings at all is pretty much him waving a big flag saying “I’m scared and everything’s fucked and I can’t actually say it because that might literally get me killed but I still have feelings for you.” But Ian has never been good at subtlety so it makes sense he doesn’t catch that.

So you have Mickey, who barely even got to be a teenager, stuck in this situation, traumatized and forced to live with that trauma on so many literal levels. He has to live with the emotional trauma, but he also has to live with Terry and Svetlana, two constant reminders. And no one else knows what happened. So he closes off again because it’s the only way to survive. Back to the walls he had in the early days. And you have Ian, who despite having been there, doesn’t get it and reacts like the teenager that he is.

There’s also the fact that Ian running away and disappearing means Mickey has the distance to worry and think and realize that he’s pretty fucking gone for Ian, so by the time he’s going out looking for him in 4x07, he’s dressing up and putting on cologne. The Milkovich siblings are loyal to a fault when they love someone, and so once Ian’s back for good, it’s like that distance really made Mickey make a decision. I mean, he quite literally sleeps on Ian’s floor like a loyal dog. Even after that, Ian’s making teenager decisions (manic ones, but still teenager-y) while Mickey is now actually legally an adult (I think? Thank you Shameless writers for being very flexible with ages and timelines) and is suddenly the stable one all the way up to the end of season 5.

Basically it’s just so interesting to think what would have happened had the morning of 3x06 not occurred and Mickey was able to have that night really being a teenager. How would their relationship have progressed had Mickey’s guard stayed down, had he been more relaxed around Ian after that? I’m sure he’d have still been Thug Mickey around Ian in public, but maybe in a different way, quieter, all posturing. Something like that.

Instead, Ian gets to be a kind of teenager, while Mickey is kind of stuck in various adult roles (whether he’s anxiously putting up more of an act like the early days or actually stepping into it like season 4 and 5). And the one night he does get to be a teenager is ruined by trauma.

#meta #shameless us #shameless meta #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless us meta #gallavich #also this is for another post but #i really want to know what happened between s4 and s5 that mickey went from barely being able to hold or look at yevgeny #to being so cute with him and hold him/almost offering to change him etc #because i think 'repressing-trauma' mickey wouldn't have done that ever ever #he'd have retreated to not interacting with the kid or only doing so if svetlana commanded/threatened him #some conversation or something must have happened to help him be able to hold and look at and actually love his kid

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jadewing-realms · 6 years

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“I know you do.”

OKAY so. This is technically a transition from Fictober to Kacchako Bittersweet Week. I’ll be kinda consolidating the KBSW prompts with the Fictober ones to make things interesting. I’m still technically writing within this same crossover universe just to keep things simpler, though, so while I’ll just be focusing on Kacchako till the end of the week, there will also be references to the rest of this alternate universe, just so I stay in the same headspace. TuT

Now enjoy some angsty Bakugou!

~P.J.

What the actual living f*** is Katsuki even doing here?

Last year, he and everybody else in 2-A had been in crisis mode. It was the year of this S*** Hits the Fan, when it seemed like everything that could go wrong did. And now… now they’re just fine with it? They’re just moving on? Uchiha Sasuke screwed them all over, but he’s back now so obviously that’s supposed to be fine. Jurou’s still in prison, thank everything, and that shark dude’s in the wind and hasn’t been heard from for months. And this guy… this man standing right in front of him messed up Katsuki’s head so bad, his mom sent him to therapy. An actual shrink. Post-traumatic stress or whatever. He still has nightmares about fingers tearing his ribs from his body one by one.

It’s hard not to flinch now whenever Izanami—no… whenever Uchiha Itachi’s hands come too close. Even if on a conscious level, Katsuki understands this is just a lesson.

He’s starting to get comfortable in the Uchihas’ backyard, though. Slowly. It’s fenced in, private, decently green, is great for hosting BBQ picnics in the summer… everything you’d expect from a quaint suburban home. It’s become a regular hangout at this point, every Thursday evening. It just so happens to be housing an ex-murderer though. That’s all.

An ex-murderer who’s committed to teaching a handful of high school kids how he became one of the most feared assassins in the country.

Katsuki swears, if anybody reports this and they all get pounded, he’s going to enact double the pain on whoever blabbed, because he wants to milk this opportunity for everything it’s worth, no matter his mental problems. Once he’s done here, he’ll be f***ing unstoppable. It’s exactly what he needs. If he can combine sick skills like Izanami’s—urgh, like Itachi’s—with his already-exceptional battle prowess… h***, he’ll be the greatest beast to ever graduate from their school.

He could take on the world and nothing could stop him.

His right arm twists forward, a foot sweeps behind his ankle, and quite suddenly, he’s sprawled on his back in the grass, bones aching from the impact.

Merciless b*****d.

Said b*****d is now poised over him, a knee on his diaphragm and hand over his jugular, pinning him with a weight no one would expect from the man’s stature. The guy’s a twig—doesn��t help he was apparently sick for years and then comatose for like, two weeks at some point—but Katsuki knows if he tries to move, that lithe frame will coil around him like a boa and either lock a limb, threatening to break it, or suffocate him. Neither is an appealing option.

So with a curse muttered through clenched teeth, Katsuki taps out. Regrettably. For the seventh time.

Itachi—ugh, it’s weird to think of using the guy’s first name, but it becomes a bit difficult when there are two Uchihas around to keep track of—doesn’t linger longer than he has to. With an air of professional grace, he removes himself from Katsuki’s person and takes three steps back, giving him more than plenty of breathing room to recover himself. Katsuki slowly sits up with a groan, rolling his shoulders, which are sore from all the times they’ve been slammed into the unforgiving ground.

At least he hasn’t left a crater like Kirishima.

The others all gave up after three or four attempts. Apparently they’d had enough for today. Humiliation is a part of this training though, of course, so giving up now just means more of it next week. Katsuki would prefer to get it all over with as soon as possible. The more he suffers now, the faster he’ll improve.

Still. There’s an atmosphere of quiet excitement radiating from where the rest his peers are gathered, just across the lawn. His gaze sweeps past the well-tended flower beds and minimalistic black railing, and to his embarrassment, they zero in on Uraraka first. She, Iida, and Deku have taken up various displays of Lazy over on the porch, where some outdoor furniture and extra lawn chairs are set up around a short table. She’s claimed the sofa for herself, sprawled out like a slob. A few feet away, Kaminari and Sero are ogling the grill over Ms. Uchiha’s shoulders while Sasuke tries to bully them away. Kirishima, Ashido, Big Lips, and Kangaroo seem to be helping Beauty Mark (he thought he heard something about her being an old Uchiha family friend?) hand out lemonade.

So domestic. It almost makes him wanna gag. But his gaze catches once more on that nut-brown bob and lingers a bit longer than it should, and despite still looking a bit flushed from the exercise, she’s practically f***ing glowing. She laughs at something somebody says, something he’s not paying attention to. The stab of jealousy is murdered by her grin before it can even take root, and before he knows it, he’s smiling a little.

Okay. So he may or may not have a different reason altogether for sticking to these humiliating lessons.

He can’t pinpoint when it started. Maybe it was the beginning of third year? No, maybe last year, when everything was going down and Deku was losing his s*** and she was the only person aside from Kirishima to ask what was wrong when seeing Jurou’s stupid mugshot on TV had made him uncharacteristically silent. She’s now among the three who know why he knows the real name of the Villain known to everyone else as Muscular. So yeah, maybe that’s it…

No… no, it was before that. If he’s honest, he can probably trace the beginnings of his respect and admiration for her all the way back to their first sports festival. When the fire in her eyes had harmonized with his, and she’d almost turned him into Swiss cheese with a hair-raising, mind-f***ing meteor shower of her own making. When she’d pushed herself to her limits, just to nearly push him to his in return. Just remembering it makes the back of his neck feel hot, the hair raise on his forearms.

G**, he’s such a sap. He needs to get a grip.

She made it abundantly clear last year that his little crush is not mutual. Just before she started dating that d*** nerd…

“You wanna know why, Bakugou? Because you think you deserve to get whatever you want. Including me. And I’m telling you no.”

Suddenly, somebody’s sitting beside him in the shade. He almost jumps, especially as he glimpses the face framed between long raven hair.

Iza— no, Itachi.

Swallowing the instinctive fear, Katsuki forces himself to look the man square in the face. After all, he’d just helped himself to Katsuki’s company. And Katsuki’s not about to give in to the wariness that shivers its way up his spin, just having the infamous ex-Villain so close. For a split second, he swears the man’s eyes are glowing, red as blood, but then he blinks and its gone. Katsuki darts his gaze over the small brace on Itachi’s ankle—the government-issued Quirk inhibitor—and makes his relief as subtle as possible. He keeps forgetting that thing’s there, specifically to make sure this powerful criminal doesn’t have an off day and decide to revert back to full-blow Psychopath.

Then Katsuki realizes he’s been looking long enough for it to classify as staring, and he tears his eyes away. Back to the crowd of classmates on the porch. Kirishima’s hoisted Kaminari over his shoulder and started parading him away from the grill, much to the blond’s discomfort, Sero’s amusement, and Sasuke’s relief. Ms. Uchiha just smiles, an understated and gentle expression—she looks startlingly like her eldest that way.

Her eldest, who still hasn’t said a word since he took a seat beside Katsuki. Katsuki glances at him, sidelong this time so as not to be obvious.

Despite his subtlety, Itachi turns without hesitation to meet his gaze and something in Katsuki’s chest hiccups, his brain fully prepared for those coal-colored eyes to light up at any moment. Adrenaline makes his palms heat. And yet, Itachi does nothing. Just looks. And smiles a little, like his mother.

Holy s***, he really, really looks like his mother. It’s the weirdest thing and Katsuki really has no idea what to do with this comparison. It freaks him out.

“You’re doing well,” Itachi says and this time, Katsuki really does jump. He wasn’t expecting the guy to actually speak. “You have keen instincts. Keep working on refining your execution, and your overall performance will increase exponentially.”

Katsuki scoffs. “If I was really ‘doing well,’ I wouldn’t be ending up on the ground all the time, now would I?”

No, his continuous string of defeats is just a testament to his weakness. He finds himself eyeing Uraraka once more, the way she beams at that f***ing nerd, and he has to look away again. She just reminds him of his greatest defeat…

“How you get somewhere is just as important as the destination itself,” Itachi recites. “Time passes faster than we’d like, and if we fixate on the distant Yet-To-Come, we find ourselves deprived of the Now.”

D*** if he doesn’t sound like a fortune cookie or something.

Katsuki sneers to himself. “The Now sucks. You got a point, Gandhi?”

He can feel Itachi’s eyes on him again. “It’s all right if you’re not where you want to be right now. You’re young. Set your own pace. Relish the journey as much as you do the reward.”

“Hah?” Katsuki drawls, turning a narrow-eyed glare in this wanna-be philosopher’s direction. Itachi’s ready to meet his gaze with a calm, steady one of his own and it’s almost enough to make Katsuki retreat, but he has something to say and he’s gonna say it! “You just said time passes fast! You’re contradicting yourself, a**hat!”

For a beat of silence, Itachi’s only response is a slow blink. His small smile returns, that small, almost secretive sort of amusement. Like the f***ing Mona Lisa or something. “I didn’t mean it quite that way, but. Life is a contradiction.”

“Bulls***!” Katsuki hunches, averting his gaze back to his classmates—to Uraraka. She looks so… happy. “Life is simple. You wake up every day, you fight like H*** to make something of yourself before the sun goes down and if you fail, you’re just trash. You shoot for the stars, otherwise what the f*** are we here for? And at the end of the day, if you haven’t reached your goals by your own strength, then you didn’t deserve them. You’re either a winner or a loser. End of story.”

S***, she’s moving over to Deku now. Sitting on his lap, curling up with her head on his shoulder…

“…what does that mean for you, Bakugou?” Itachi’s voice is calm. Soothing.

What kind of a question is that?

He opens his mouth to answer, to say that it means just what he said, only to find that once he stops to think, he has no words. It’s… actually a good question. By his own standards… Is he the winner? Or loser?

Two years ago, he would’ve insisted to the point of violence that he was, in fact, a winner. Only winners became Heroes. Only winners were the best. And if he couldn’t be the best when dozens of people said he was, then why was he even breathing? So he’d developed his fantasy, the idea that he was untouchable. Unbeatable.

He’s failed too many times now for that to be true. And he lost her to that speckle-faced suck-up, so… if Deku’s a lame-a** loser, what does that make Katsuki?

So what now? Does his definition of ‘winner’ just… change? Or is he nothing more than a B-list loser now?

He scowls at his own train of thought. F***ing traitor.

Stupid philosophy. He doesn’t want to think about this stuff.

Itachi seems to be awaiting an answer though. Katsuki has to think of something to say.

Watching Deku steal a kiss from Uraraka while they think nobody’s watching is rather distracting, though. Katsuki swallows the envious monster that’s trying to lodge in his throat.

“Can I ask something of you…?” Beside him, Itachi’s voice is lower now. Hesitant for the first time.

Katsuki glances over, if only to free himself of the haunting reality before him. “What now?” he grumbles.

“What’s your reason?” Itachi plucks a few finger-fulls of grass between his feet, absently.

He waits three seconds for clarification and, when it doesn’t come, he frowns. “My reason for what? Be more specific, Uchiha.”

“…for living, I suppose.” The reply is distant. Muted.

It ticks Katsuki off. So he snarls, “Because I was born, idiot.”

That actually makes the guy chuckle. It’s the oddest thing, because it’s a ridiculously boyish sound, despite the depth of Itachi’s voice. “Touché… Do you ever wonder, though, if it’s worth it all in the end?”

For a second, Katsuki can’t help but give Itachi a bemused sidelong look, because what the heck is he doing asking that kind of question to a high schooler? It’s not like Katsuki’s had the time or experience to figure out the meaning of life or any of that s***. Heck, he’s just trying to figure out if he’ll ever be able to have both his dream career and his dream girl.

Itachi hums. “Hm, I suppose that’s not quite what I mean…”

The f***, man, just say what you mean then!!

“You say that if you can’t reach your goals, it demerits you in some way. And what I mean to say is… whatever you’re sacrificing for the goals you envision… I guess only you can decide if it’s worth it when all is said and done.”

Sacrificing, huh?

B****, he’ll sacrifice everything if it means becoming the best of the best, proving to the world that Bakugou Katsuki will not be just another nobody. He refuses to fall into obscurity, refuses to leave behind nothing… and he tries not to look Uraraka’s way when he answers. “You don’t know anything about me, so don’t pretend to.”

Uchiha’s eyebrows twitch and yet even that gives nothing away about what’s actually going through his head. He just stares, like he can see straight through Katsuki’s eye sockets and into his soul. Feeling like somebody’s rifling through his brain just by looking at him makes Katsuki’s hackles raise, his body tense, and he glares a warning.

Stop it. This ain’t no peep show…

For a long time, Itachi says nothing. There’s a spell of blessed silence. Almost enough for Katsuki to let out a breath of relief.

Almost.

Then his companion finally speaks up again. “I don’t know you, no. But I like to think I know humanity… and you’re more human than you seem to think.”

F*** it.

What the h*** does this guy think he is, his shrink? He needs to shut up. He better, because Katsuki’s losing patience. He didn’t come here to be psychoanalyzed or whatever the heck this creep’s trying to do, he came here to fight. He came here to win. He came to get stronger because he’s stumbled so many times over the last three years that at this point, he may as well be miles behind his classmates and it makes him f***ing sick!

Worst of all, while he trails at the back, Deku leads the pack and everybody follows him, praises him, loves him. And none more than the one person, aside from All Might, whose words and opinion of himself Katsuki had actually put stock in. He’d unwittingly given her the perfect ammunition to pronounce judgment on his soul. She judged him Unworthy, less than trash, set him back for months and now he’s f***ing pathetic because he can’t stop thinking about her. Because she was right, he’d screwed everything up, and he lost any chance he might’ve had because of it. Again!

A growl, feral and muffled behind clenched jaws, escapes his throat and then he blurts out despite himself, “I do my best, all right!? I work hard and keep my grades up, stay healthy, all that necessary s*** so I can do more than waste oxygen. What more is there, huh? What more am I supposed to do?” He rakes his fingers into his hair, grips it tightly in his fists and seethes, “I can’t do s*** I don’t f***ing know, so if I blow it all to H***, what can I do about it? It’s already done, so the end game’s all I have, and I’m gonna reach it if it’s the last thing I do because in the end, that’s all there is!”

A tense beat passes between them, in which Katsuki realizes that Itachi is listening intently. Calmly. And there’s finally something written across his stony face, an emotion Katsuki can actually read. At first, he thinks it’s pity and his rage flares in his chest, but no, that’s not it…

Understanding. That’s what it is.

Itachi is also remaining quiet, allowing him to continue if he has more to say. He really doesn’t, but… Katsuki lets out a slow breath.

“You gotta make life worth living yourself. I can’t just… sit back, relax and enjoy the ride or I’ll lose my f***ing mind. I’ve already lost enough time as it is. So… I need that… that goal.” He ends with a graceful cough, trying to end on a more casual note. Which just ends up sounding like a lame-a** bail.

D*** this. He needs to stop talking to this guy… it makes him say things he only ever says in his head.

Slowly, Itachi nods. More understanding. It comes off him in waves. “I know you do… But, if I may… I’ve wasted a lot of time in my life. Time when I thought I was doing what I had to. But I missed so much because of it… I don’t want to waste this second chance I have now. A chance to actually live… and to love. I would hate to see anyone make the same mistakes I did, so… I suppose my point is… in your rush for the end game, what are you missing out on in the process?”

Those black eyes are deep. Open. Raw. Katsuki looks away from that surprisingly earnest gaze. His eyes find Uraraka right away, where she dozes on her boyfriend’s chest, and something in him hardens despite Itachi’s gentle words.

What is he missing?

“A whole lotta heartache.”

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