[It hurts to see Izuku looking at him like that. His eyes so wet and full of guilt and worry. This is why he didn't want to tell him about this in the first place... he knows-- just knows Izuku is finding a way to blame himself for this. Because he wasn't there to stop it. Because he arrived just a few minutes too late.
It wasn't his fault, though. It really wasn't. And Katsuki wished he could convince him of that but he knows it'd be impossible to. So he tries to comfort him some other way.
He grabs that hesitant hand and pulls it to his chest, making Izuku touch his palm to the scar and feel his heart beat. It really was slow, but each beat felt strong. Proud.]
Almost. I'm still here, goddamn it. And my heart is still beating.
[Ba-dump.]
Don't focus on what could've happened, Deku. Focus on what did.
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It wasn't his fault, though. It really wasn't. And Katsuki wished he could convince him of that but he knows it'd be impossible to. So he tries to comfort him some other way.
He grabs that hesitant hand and pulls it to his chest, making Izuku touch his palm to the scar and feel his heart beat. It really was slow, but each beat felt strong. Proud.]
Almost. I'm still here, goddamn it. And my heart is still beating.
[Ba-dump.]
Don't focus on what could've happened, Deku. Focus on what did.