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Kacchan keeps his room too cold. It’s winter for heaven’s sake and even indoors Izuku’s fingers feel like they’re going to freeze off. The AC blowing directly on him is no help at all.
It’s kind of bad because Izuku desperately needs his fingers right now. They’ve spent the past two quarters looking for this place - following the poem Izuku received all that time ago.
It had taken them to the great plains in the west. There was an abundance of wheat in the spring - the season of renewal. They spent time there until they found a clue that pointed them in the direction of a rather unremarkable mountain in the east.
Now, they have finally made it there.
Neither of them have any idea where it will take them.
The top of the mountain has been fastened with a wide deck. It’s covered in snow. The only features of note are the footprints they left behind.
“So, how are we going about this?”
Izuku stares hard at the poem. It’s handwritten and pinned to the bulletin board by Kacchan’s bed.
“Is it possible we just have to attack each other?” he surmises.
Kacchan doesn’t seem very amused by that suggestion, “What’s the point of making us come all the way here to do that?”
“You don’t want to try it then?”
“I never fucking said that, nerd. Come at me with all you got!”
“Huh? Just like that?” Izuku asks, looking up at his boyfriend from over his computer.
When Kacchan doesn’t respond, still looking at his screen, Izuku looks down to - sure enough - see Kacchan’s character charging directly at him.
“Wah! Kacchan!” Izuku moves his freezing fingers as fast as he can imagine. He’s sure that the chat is going crazy on Kacchan’s end, not that the blond ever really checks it.
While Izuku will probably never fully be on the stream, he likes to review the comments from time to time. Kacchan has some really funny fans, and Izuku supposes he has some of his own.
It’s a weird feeling when he had hated the idea of being known online for so long - and actively feared it. It took a while for him to be okay with being on the stream at all. But with his case with Akaguro wrapping up quickly and his therapy progressing steadily, he was able to decide that he didn’t mind all that much.
Izuku holds up his giant half-sword in defense and Kacchan’s half collides with a whorl of orange and red sparks. The swords react to each other and a bright, blinding light takes over the screen as it shoots into the distance.
Springing off from the main light, a gold lightning wraps around the two halves of the swords bringing them together and diminishing when they reach Kacchan and Izuku’s arms. The gold lightning quite literally sparks something in them as their individual skills start to act up.
Half mesmerized, Izuku reaches his hand out to touch the sword. He watches as Bakugou does the same. The lightning gets more serious until it shocks them.
The sword splits back apart and collapses on the ground with an unsatisfying thud.
Izuku peels his eyes away from the screen and looks at Bakugou.
His boyfriend gives him a wide grin, “Looks like we’ve got a long journey ahead of ourselves, Izuku.”
“But it’ll certainly be a fun one!”
And sure enough, the same can be said about everything ahead of them.