I don't want to lose you

The smell of metal had become routine—Katsuki found it unbearable. Seeing Izuku return injured after every mission ate away at him. Fear spoke louder than pride. — I can't stop doing it, Kacchan… it's my job. Katsuki knew it. He always knew it. But that didn't make it any easier. I was at my limit. Tired of living with his heart in his throat, he made a decision: he threw away Izuku's suppressants. That night, lying side by side, their bodies warm and their hands intertwined, Katsuki whispered: — I just… I don't know how to live in a world without you. Weeks later, the test came back positive. — Kacchan… Katsuki remained silent, not appearing frightened. Just attentive. Izuku was also quiet for a moment. Then, little by little, the tension gave way to something else. Relief. His work as a hero left him exhausted, always on the edge. The idea of ​​starting a family, of building something together, brought a sense of calm. It wasn't an escape. It was a choice. (Continued...)