PROLOGUE:

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Two years had passed since the last time he saw him face to face. He was just a fragile silhouette standing before him like a faded flower, a flower that could still be mended despite being on the verge of breaking.

He saw him leave on the day when he most appreciated him, even with his beautiful smile said goodbye to him at the Tokyo airport, where he sought to overcome his old love, the half and half bastard who broke his heart to pieces.

They said goodbye as the good friends they were, the boy with the green eyes thanked him very much for having accompanied him to the airport until his departure, as well as thanking him in advance for not having told everyone of his departure, because it would have been very difficult say goodbye to all the friends he had made at the UA.

He glimpsed him leaving with his small, fragile back out of sight, heard the sound of the tiny wheels of his suitcase, the sound of his footsteps disappearing from the ivory floor of the airport.

He felt him so weak, so vulnerable and so empty, that he wanted to hold him with all his strength, hold him in his arms and let him know that he loved him since high school (or perhaps since childhood), tell him that he would help him in everything He needed to heal his pain, but he couldn't, he couldn't even move a foot from his stoic body, because everything in him was dry, rough with every sensation that could bring him back to life.

He loved Izuku Midoriya.

His Deku.

His dear childhood friend.

His rival.

His unrequited love.

Seeing him want to go his way on his own, didn't have the courage to hold him back and tell him everything that was piled up in his being.

That factor kept him from being able to do more, because he could have done everything and more, he could hold him until the universe was destroyed and he could have told him how much he loved him until he broke in front of him and felt how his tender arms held him without hesitation.

However, it was late to even be able to do something about it.

Deku's unwavering will was greater than his desire to have him with him; the will with which Deku swore to overcome the half and half bastard to break their relationship was indescribable.

Despite having those feelings for him, he recognized that he must give him his space, give him time to heal on his own, to make a new life out of the old one and make up for his broken heart.

Watching him leave, he did exactly the same as Deku: swearing that no one and nothing could step in and break him. He put all his will and determination into one goal.

He swore to himself to wait for Deku as long as it took, if it was two or three or ten years or twenty, he would wait for him.

He would wait for him until the day he decided to return and there he would never let him ever leave his life.

He vowed to wait for it, because his feelings never ceased to exist since he realized he had them, even though at first he hated feeling them, over time he got used to the intense desires of wanting to hold Deku's hand in his, of wanting hug him, want to kiss him and take care of him forever.

He vowed to wait for him, while all his ears heard were his parting words.

Remembering every sound in his voice when he said sweetly:

"Goodbye Kacchan"

"What goodbye?" He had said with a frown. He felt Deku's sad laugh, noticing how he tried not to cry in front of him, because his misted eyes made one last attempt not to break.

"We'll see each other again, Kacchan" He assured him, giving him his warmest smile before turning around and leaving for the plane.

In that brief moment, he wanted to say:

We will see each other again, Deku...

We will definitely see each other again.

What he didn't know was that their paths would meet again.

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P.S. New fic of this fandom, hoping that it is to your liking.