Right Where I Needed to be

Rule Number Four

"You can come back and work with me any time you want." I showed him a soft smile as he looked up at me.

"You're done punishing me?" He asked with a hopeful expression.

"I wasn't trying to punish you Kacchan... I just needed space." He nodded in understanding. My mind wouldn't stop racing as I watched him continue pushing food around his plate. "Why did you kiss me?" I asked quietly. I was hoping he would say because it was the heat of the moment or because he was horny, but I wasn't prepared for what he said in response.

"Because I've wanted to kiss you for years." He admitted.

"Why though?" I ask. I knew this was stupid. I knew I was torturing myself, but I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted to know what he felt.

"Are you going to avoid me again if I tell you?" He murmured. I shook my head. "Deku, I love you." He said in a soothing tone. I've never heard him say my name so gently.

"You broke rule number four." I replied, looking down at the table. I couldn't look him in the eyes right now.

"What?"

"Rule number four, don't fall in love with me." I explained as tears rolled down my cheeks. My heart shattered in my chest. The man I love, loves me back. Life is so cruel.

"Bullshit." He scoffed.

"You broke rule number four!" I cried out, slamming my chopsticks down on the table. "That was the most important rule and you broke it!" I yelled. I wasn't yelling in anger, I was devastated.

"No I didn't!" He yelled back, reaching his hand across the table. Before he could grab me, I pushed my chair back. Our eyes connected. His red eyes were filled with fear as he watched the tears roll down my face. "I told you that not that much has changed." He said in a calm town, retracting his hand. "I've loved you for years Deku, so I technically didn't break any rule."

"Y-You can't love me." I stuttered between my quiet sobs.

"Why not? I thought you returned those feelings, but I was wrong. If you don't have the same feelings, that's okay Deku. However, you can't tell me that I can't love you."

"Kacchan, you can't love me." I cried.

"Deku, please stop crying." He begged. I wanted to. I wanted to stop the embarrassing amount of tears rolling down my face and the snot that was building in my nose. However, my heart was too damn broken right now.

"Kacchan, I love y-you too." I whispered. His red eyes went wide. He pushed himself from his seat, making his way around the table. I didn't move this time. I watched him drop to his knee's in front of me.

"Then why are you crying?" He asked in a pleading tone.

"Because life's not fair!" I yelled. "I've loved you my whole life and I get you now? There's no point! It would be easier if you didn't love me!"

"But I do and I'm not going anywhere." He reached his hands up, grabbing mine. He cupped his large hands around me, squeezing them gently. "Why can't I love you?" His voice cracked. I didn't realize it, but he was fighting back his own tears.

"Kacchan," I took a deep breath. "I'm sick." I blurted. I couldn't hide it, not when he confessed his feelings for me. I didn't want him to think he wasn't good enough for me. I wanted him to know the truth. "I have cancer and I'm dying. There isn't a medicine or quirk in the world that can save me."

"W-What?" He stuttered. The tears that he was holding back began falling freely down his face.

"That's what the monthly warnings for the U.A. Killer are." His hands tightened around mine. "I'm pretty sure I'm meant to be the last p-person alive from our classes and they want to finish it b-before the cancer shuts down my organs."