A/N: This will be the last update for a few days at least. I hope you guys enjoy it and if you do enjoy it, leave a comment! Thank you to anyone who happens to be reading this.

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Katsuki's Point of View

A relatively large, multi-story home with chocolate brown fencing, clear floor to ceiling windows and a well-manicured lawn sat impressively within its suburban setting. A wave of nostalgia settled into the pit of my gut, comforting me in a way I didn't know I needed before coming here. I walked over to one of the evergreen hedges growing in front of my house, smiling slightly as I ran my fingers over the charred bare spot along its side. It was years ago, and I was experimenting with my quirk when I accidentally let a few explosions off too close and it caught fire. Thankfully, Pops was there and was able to put it out right away but that didn't save me from the Hag's wrath when she saw my little slip up. I was grounded for a full week and had all my All Might action figures taken away for the entire time. Being the little shit that I was, I deserved it but that didn't stop me from trying to find my action figures and steal them back every night. I never did figure out where she hid them, the damn Hag.

There's also the tree Deku got himself stuck in when we were performing a rescue operation. It's just off to the side with it's huge, thick trunk, long branches, and impressive height. I remember egging him on as he shakily climbed up the branches, probably hyperventilating the whole time. We were pretending that a citizen was stuck and needed to be saved. Izuku was playing All Might, insisting he would give him courage to make it to the top. He was right, he made it but then he was scared shitless and refused to come back down to us. Pops had to go in to save him.

Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my hand around the cool metal door and swung it open as I took a step inside. The feeling of nostalgia mounted the moment the heavy wooden door closed behind me. Between the cream-colored walls, the chestnut brown furniture and the familiar scent of home lingering in the air, I felt incredibly content. It didn't take long for it to all go out the window though, when I heard the Hag's shrill voice pierce through the air.

"Who the hell is that? Masaru, who is that?"

"I don't know, dear."

"Some help you are!"

"Oi! It's me" I shout, hoping the Hag will quiet down with her question answered. Maybe when hell freezes over…

"Katsuki? Why the hell aren't you at school?"

"None of your business, Hag!"

"Hey, you brat, that's not how you speak to your superiors!" She rounded the corner with Pops, face all puffed up in a scowl.

"Next time I run into one, I'll keep that in mind!" Scowling, I cross my arms and glare her down, Pops looking between us, exasperated.

"Alright, that's enough you two." He pats the Hag's arm while looking at me fondly, eyes crinkling in a warm smile. The Hag could learn a thing or two from him. "Welcome home son. To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?"

"Just stopping in before I head over to Deku's place. I need to grab something from my room first though."

An expression passed over their faces when I mentioned Deku, though I can't really put a name to what it was. It was so quick I almost missed it. Before I could think too much on it, the Hag started harping again. "Well brat, since you're here you may as well have dinner with us after you leave the Midoriya's. Gotta make sure you're eating well."

"Of course, I'm fucking eating well. Don't need you to baby me or anything."

"So, is that a no then?"

"Tch, I'll be home in time for dinner." For all her faults, the Hag is a pretty good cook and it would be nice to eat something halfway decent that I didn't have to make myself for once. I didn't miss the sly smirk on her face after I agreed though. Damn Hag.

With a dismissive grunt I make my way to my bedroom, tapping the door open gently with my foot. Everything is as I left it, bed stripped of its sheets and comforter since I brought them to school with me, my merchandise and Knick knacks neatly organized and stored along my shelves, and my closet mostly empty given I brought my clothes to school with me too. There's a specific comic book I'm looking for, one Deku and I made together when we were just kids. It's dusty and squished between two other books but is otherwise in good condition and that feeling of nostalgia comes in full force as I page through it. The crude sketches aren't very good, and the plot is ridiculous, but we were both so proud of it when we were finished that we took turns keeping it, like some kind of joint custody deal.

After we stopped getting along, after I got my quirk, I told him I threw it out when he asked about it. It was a shitty thing to do but then I did a lot of shitty things back then. I fully intended to do just that too, but I was never able to bring myself to go through with it, instead shoving it with the rest of my books, out of sight out of mind.

I'd look like a fucking sap if I just showed up at Deku's house empty handed, so hopefully this little comic book will be a convincing enough alibi to keep him from suspecting me. Then again, he'll probably break down into tears and cry like a fucking baby when he sees it, the emotional wreck that he is. Honestly, I don't know why I was friends with him to begin with, the nerd cries over everything.

The steps protest under my weight, creaking and clacking as I hurry down. Dozens of pictures line the walls, catching my eye as I descend the staircase. A lot of them are family pictures. Some of the three of us spending a holiday at the beach or cozied up in our family cabin. Most were taken at home though, with a lot of them being of me at various stages of my life like some kind of road map to what got me where I am now. Lots of birthdays, me exploding things with my quirk, family dinners, etc. What really caught my eye though, were the unsettling number of pictures of Deku and me. There were numerous pictures of us playing heroes outside, embarrassing portraits of us taking a bath together, and even a few first day of school pictures. Like I said, its fucking unsettling. I shake it off and keep going, hollering to my parents as I walk out the door to let them know I will be back in time for dinner.

I'm pensive as I walk the short distance from my home to the Midoriya's residence. Those pictures felt like a blast from my fucking past and it wasn't exactly welcome. Sure, Deku and I used to be best friends, doing everything together and were basically inseparable. But that isn't the way shit is for us now. We aren't best friends or even friends really. We grew apart, well I bullied him and made it clear I wanted to grow apart, and now our relationship is strained at best. We're like oil and water, we're just not meant to get along.

Soon, his apartment comes into view and I break from my thoughts so I can hurry along to the building. I walk up to the front entrance and push the intercom button, tapping my foot impatiently as I wait for a response. It's like déjà vu from this morning because once again, no one answers. I ring it again, already knowing I won't get a response, but I want to try anyway.

"Fuck this shit" I whisper under my breath, turning to leave. This whole thing was a dumbass idea and I don't know why I'm here in the first place. So what if I can't get the nerd out of my head? It's not like I care or anything and I'm sure whatever's going on is none of my damn business. No, I'm just going to go back home, eat a nice fucking meal, and never think about this shit again.

"Oof!" A short, round woman with thick green hair and kind green eyes that match Deku's perfectly bumps right into me as I turn a corner. Her eyes widen as she starts to fall back, and I quickly grab her arm to help her steady herself.

"Jesus, are you alright Auntie?" She looks me up and down, eyes brimming with…. suspicion? And she nods her head to let me know she's fine.

"I'm fine Katsuki, thank you for your help. I almost fell!" She pats my hand with a lighthearted chuckle, though her smile doesn't reach her eyes. "How is school going for you these days, dear? My Izuku tells me the course load is getting intense!"

"Um, yeah it's heavy but nothing I can't handle."

She nods her head in understanding before looking up to the sky. "Boy, the weather has been lovely don't you think? Such warm weather for early spring. I just love it."

Why the fuck are we making small talk like this? Usually she greets me with open arms but now we're making small talk like we're acquaintances or some shit. It's weirding me out but I'll play along, I guess.

"Yup, the weather is just fu- er, great. The weather is great. I was at my parents house before I came here and saw they had a bunch of early spring flowers in their garden."

"Ah, yes dear Mitsuki just called me right before I ran into you."

Well that's weird. Why was the Hag calling her right after I left the house like that? It bothered me enough that I asked her about it to see what she'd say. "You were just on the phone with her?"

"Oh, um yes? I uh, well we talk a lot, Mitsuki and I do. Especially with my Izuku living on campus now, it's just me so that makes sense… I think that makes sense."

This conversation is getting weirder and weirder. She's mumbling like the nerd, tripping over her words and acting stiff as hell, not to mention she's still looking at me like I'm the one acting suspicious. It's time to get to the point. I'm losing my patience for all Midoriya related interactions and I haven't even found the nerd yet.

"Speaking of the nerd, or Izuku, have you seen him at all? I thought he might be here. That's why I stopped by; I have something for him."

"Yes, of course I've seen him." She looks a little skittish now, her eyes darting in the direction of the apartment building. "Anyway, it was so lovely to see you again Katsuki, but I really must keep moving. Busy day, today is!"

She gives me a quick hug and darts off behind me, leaving no time to get another word in. I realize as I watch her retreating form that she never even answered my damn question. So now I'm left in the middle of the sidewalk, this stupid comic book in hand and confused as fuck to what the hell is actually going on. Why wouldn't she tell me where Deku is? It felt like she purposefully avoided my question altogether. You know what? Fuck this, I don't care, and I don't need to know. The nerd is probably just fucking fine.