anon on tumblr had asked:

Hie. I really like A LOT of your BNHA Fanfics and your BNHA Au's, and I'm just curious, even if it was probably a oneshot and it will no doubt be a very angst heavy AU, but could you expand on "Please" a bit (Even if the beauty of it is it's shortness and lack of detail)? More specifically, how Bakugo found Izuku, the aftermath of his "leap of faith" and how it affected Bakugo in the long run, emotionally and otherwise. I can imagine that he must feel like shit about it.

So yeah, you can kinda count this as a sequel to Please. No required to read it in the first place though.

Forgiveness is something that could be asked for, but is never expected to be given. Katsuki asks, and Izuku doesn't offer.

Neither does Inko.

-.-.-.-

She found him on her doorstep in the morning. Inko tried not to sigh, tried to push back the irrational anger and grief and blame. Instead, she tried to find forgiveness. It was a hard thing to do.

Instead she opened her door. "Katsuki-kun," she said wearily.

Katsuki flinched, skittish like a wounded animal, so different from the normally cocky boy, the bully who used to be Izuku's best friend. "Inko-baachan," he muttered, sticking his hands into his pocket. He looked at the ground, not meeting her eyes. "Sorry, I'm-"

"Why don't you come in, Katsuki-kun?" Inko asked. It was the same old tune, the words read off like a script, the motions robotic.

Katsuki, for once, seemed to sense her weariness. "I can go," he said.

Inko stared at him. The way his eyes were red rimmed, his shoulders hunched, the very image of defeat. She remembered once upon the time, a bright smile and the way Izuku always lit up whenever he spoke of Kacchan. Both had grown less frequent as the years went by, until a scowl looked more normal on Katsuki's face, until Izuku came home with burnt marks.

"I'm sorry," Katsuki said.

Inko was beginning to get tired of people telling her that they were sorry. Katsuki said it to her nearly every day. Mitsuki had apologized for Katsuki's behavior and actions. The school called her to express their grief. Her own neighbors and friends were constantly outpouring sympathy. Sorry didn't mean anything to her anymore. It wouldn't do anything, it wouldn't change anything.

Sorry wouldn't bring her son back.

"We grieve in our own ways, Katsuki," Inko said. "I hope you learned from this that even words have consequences."

Katsuki flinched, folding into himself. Perhaps it was cruel of her to bring it up, but Inko wanted to drive the issue home. To make sure there wasn't never another incident like Izuku.

It had been painful to watch Izuku grow. To listen to people tell her son that he would never amount to much because he was Quirkless. To watch as his best friend turned into a bully. To see him come home with fresh new bruises every day.

She stepped aside, gesturing in the direction of Izuku's room. Katsuki nodded curtly, disappearing into it as fast as he could.

Once the door clicked shut, Inko made her a fresh pot of tea, pouring two cups. She buried her face in her hands, tears beginning to fall again as down the hall Katsuki began with the question to what she knew was an empty room.

"Hey Deku, will you forgive me?"

Forgiveness was a long way off.

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