Right Where I Needed to be

Rule Number Four

"Y-You're sick?" He asked, locking his eyes on mine. I've seen a lot of emotions in his eyes, but I've never seen this amount of sadness in them.

"Yes. That's why I'm not afraid of going off on my own and why I always put your life and our friends life above mine. I'm not going to live another year Kacchan!" I cried as I slipped out of my seat. The chair scraped against the floor as I fell to my knees. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into his chest. The smell of his cologne filled my nostrils as I sobbed loudly, my tears leaving marks on his white shirt. He didn't say anything else as he squeezed me tightly, running his hand through my hair. We cried until there weren't anymore tears to cry. Until I fell asleep in the arms of the man that I loved.

I wasn't sure how long I was asleep when I woke up. I open my eyes slowly, trying to adjust to the light. My eyes burned from the crying last night. I sat up, slowly rubbing my eyes.

"Morning." Kacchan said, causing me to jump slightly. I turned to look at him on the edge of the bed, confused on how I got here. I don't remember coming to my room last night. I was still wearing the clothes I changed into after work yesterday, minus my house shoes.

"M-Morning." I stuttered. I didn't forget anything that happened last night, but it came rushing back like I did. I told him everything last night. About me being sick, what the month warnings from the U.A. Killer meant, and I told him I loved him.

"Deku, we need to talk." He said with a heavy sigh. He pulled his legs up and scooted across the bed until he was sitting in front of me. "How long have you known you're sick?" He asked.

"A little over five years." I informed.

"Why did you keep it a secret?" He snapped.

"I didn't want anybody to treat me differently." I replied honestly. "I didn't want anybody to tell me to retire or force me to live a life I didn't want to live. I don't want anybody's sympathy and I don't want anyone to pressure me to find a new successor."

"Who knows?" He asked with a heavy sigh. I know he's upset, but at least he's containing it.

"My mom, doctor and Hatari. Well, the U.A. Killer knows I guess." I shrugged.

"Hatari?" He scoffed.

"When I found out the U.A. Killer had been snooping in my files, I asked Hatari to investigate. If I didn't have to, he wouldn't even know." I explained. I knew he was upset I told Hatari before him, but I didn't know what else to do in that situation. I'm glad I did tell him though. I wouldn't be having this conversation with Kacchan if I didn't.

"So you have six months?" He asked, his voice breaking as he spoke.

"Ten-ish." I corrected. "The six months was a trap for the U.A. Killer. That's how I knew they were snooping through my medical records."

"Ten months?" He whispered. He raised his right hand slowly, setting it on my left cheek. I knew I should pull away and stop whatever he's about to do, but I couldn't. I leaned into his hand, enjoying the feeling of his calloused thumb stroking my cheek.

"Ten months." I confirmed.

"There's no medicine or quirk that could save you?" He asked. His voice was soft and quiet.

"No."

"That gives me ten months to love you." He whispered.

"Kacchan-"

"Whatever you're about to say, don't." He interrupted me. "It's going to hurt me either way. I want to help you complete everything on your bucket list. I want to help you take down the U.A. Killer. I want to love you every single day until I can't anymore."