The walk was about forty minutes. They came to an open field, where a wagon and two horses sat idly. On the driver's seat of the wagon sat a blonde male and a yellow haired male. "Bakubro! Kami!" Kirishima called out to them, having both of them snap their heads over to the group.

The yellow haired one jumped off the seat, petting the horse on his way by, and approached the approaching group. "Hey guys" He embraced the redhead, "Oh, who's this?" he asked, looking at Izuku. "Meet-" Shoto had begun to introduce him, but was cut off by the other male, who'd just gotten off the of seat.

"Deku?" Katsuki walked up to the shorter male, examining him. "What the hell are you doing here? Where's Auntie?" Katsuki ignored the confusion and shock that his friends, not that he'd actually admit to that, had.

"Hunters had stormed the house, I wasn't home at the time and I had come back to find her- and the Hunters were doing horrible things- I had managed to hide, but once I spoke to her, she told me to run and I followed her orders" Izuku quickly wiped the tear that managed to slip out.

Katsuki clenched his fists, pulling the other male into an uncharacteristic tight hug, letting Izuku sob softly into his shoulder. "Shitty hair, Dunce face, get the horses ready to leave" Katsuki ordered, running his fingers through Izuku's green locks.

Without a word, Kirishima and the 'Dunce Face' guy got to work, saddling the horses back up and taking care of them. A few moments later, they were ready to go.

Kirishima and 'Dunce Face' sat at the driver's seat and Ochako, Shoto, Iida, Katsuki, and Izuku sat in the wagon part of it all. There wasn't enough space for everyone to sit on the seat, so Kirishima sat on the floor, in front of Katsuki.

On Katsuki's right sat Ochako and on his left sat Izuku.

The sun was setting, casting a light orange glow on the group of runaways. As the wagon began moving, Izuku found himself slowly drifting off, but he fought the urge to sleep. "Sleep nerd, you need it" Katsuki mumbled, letting him rest his head on his shoulder.

The adrenaline faded away, letting his exhaustion catch up to him and he closed his eyes, letting the arms of sleep take him away from reality. Even just for a moment.