Chapter 1

Deku's glare cut a crossed the room, the dance floor was packed, but he knew that Deku was glaring, it was something that he had earned. Deku had an arm hovering over the girl's shoulder to accompany the glare as though he was the villain.

It was a decision that he had made, but he'd be damned if he was going to regret making it. Deku had only paused once when he was the one sent to vanguard the villains from advancing into their location during that attack. Deku knew him well, Deku knew, but pushed the information to the back of his mind.

Katsuki closed his eyes begging his mind not to recollect in perfect detail the panic that helped accelerate the sweat, the sound of her screams as he burned the wound closed to save her life, or the whispers of apology and understanding as she begged him to ignore her tears. He begged his mind not to remember each detail that he was told to repeat over and over when the case was going up for review. He begged himself not to remember her tears as she did her best to hold it together.

Someone tugged on his arm pulling him onto the dance floor. Uraraka. His eyes instinctively traced to the edge of her dress where the top of the lengthy scar began, playing near the edge of her sleeve. He had given her a lifetime scar and the doctors made sure he knew. Only on the first occasion they had stated the same words that ran through his brain at the time, they were surprised she was even conscious for those decisions that he had made. He wished she hadn't been, instead of the screams playing in his mind like a background soundtrack to his life, he would have her hating him for that scar instead.

Uraraka's hands tightened around his, "-And Deku's been so overprotective lately. I'm babbling, i'm sorry, what I meant was thank you."

His hands tightened, no way in hell was anyone going to let anyone make him regret his decision.