AN:-

I stopped using honorifics because it gets tiring after a while, I only used it in the previous chapter to show some personalities and relationships. From now on I'll be using the western way of calling someone. Mr, Mrs, maybe Mx at some point, who knows.

Chapter 3

The start of the new school year was not beautiful. Instead of the usual, parents always fretting about and taking a billion of pictures of them in their new middle school uniforms in front of a sakura tree, Katsuki found himself alone in front of a large school building. Izuku was not by his side, and his mother ruffling his hair and smiling sadly.

"I'm sure he's going to be alright, you're going to see him before he goes in."

"Why did he need to do it anyways, why not before?" Katsuki mutters, his mother pulls him closer in a half hug, she sighs. "Why couldn't he be here with us?"

"Katsuki, Izuchan is probably very sad as well. Do you think that he likes staying in the hospital instead of being here?" Katsuki still looks at the ground, the anger that was brewing inside of him gradually drops.

"Don't you at least want a picture to give to Izuchan?" His mother nudges, Katsuki shakes his head.

"I'll wait for next year, I want to take it with him."

"No, he'll blame himself that you didn't take it." Clenching his fists, he turns around and crosses his hands, looking at her angrily.

"Fine, take that fucking picture." He growls, she smacks the side of his head.

"Stop cursing you brat. If I hear one more teacher complain about your damn mouth-"

"You and dad curse more than me!" He was smacked to the side again. "Just take that picture you hag."

After taking the picture, showing an obviously angry Katsuki about to explode and destroy the trees nearby, he waves his mother goodbye and follows the other students to the ceremony.

He sits and realizes that Izuku's chair was right next to him once again. Shaking his head at how coincidental that was, or maybe their names always aligned to make that possible. Either way, he was happy to find out about his neighbour.

The thought that the seat might be empty for the next few months however, sullies his mood greatly. After introduction, where he notices that some of his old classmates are with him, and more new students from different schools, he stood up in his seat to give his own introduction to be done with.

"Bakugou Katsuki. I don't want to make friends here, so leave me alone." He then sits, glaring at anyone who even thinks of giving him a funny look. He doesn't need to make friends here, he has Izuku, he won't need any other friend.

At break, most of the class ignores him. However, one idiot decided to talk to him, even after everything he said in class to alienate everyone. She was of course, one of his old classmates, so she was used to his behaviour by now.

"I see Midoriya isn't here with us. Is that why you're angry?" Katsuki ignors her and chomps on the rice, he already misses mutant rice. "That's perfect, now we can finally talk like normal."

A nerve popped on his forehead, probably, but he continued to ignore her. He did tell Izuku to try his best not to get in trouble.

"I mean, we used to be friends in kindergarten, remember. Then Midoriya had to take all your attention away from us. He's so whiny all the time, and he cries too much. I don't see what you like in him, I bet you're glad that Useless isn't with us anymo-" She suddenly screams, an explosion was set off next to her ear. She drops on the ground covering her left ear, tears coming out of her eyes from the pain.

"Who's crying now, bitch." He growls, everyone started to move away from them, making sure to not get harmed by the hot-headed blond and the unfortunate girl on the floor. Her friends on the other hand, tried to help her.

"What's your problem Bakugou?! Just because your boyfriend isn't here doesn't mean you can just take out all your frustration on her."

"Shut the fuck up, you're not involved in this." He angrily yells at the beanie clad boy. The boy glares.

"No. I've had it with you. I thought you'd probably calm down after a while. Get over yourself, just because your boyfriend left you, doesn't mean that you have an excuse to hurt someone else. I wouldn't even blame Midoriya for leaving, who wants to stay with someone like you anyways?"

That's when the fight starts.

And that's how he found himself in front of his homeroom teacher who sighs in disappointment at the whole class.

"I am very disappointed, you're not little kids anymore, you can't just go and fight others like you used to, it will not be tolerated here from now. You all should have known better." He then turns at beanie boy.

"From what I heard, you kept degrading a student's reputation, that isn't something you can do so lightly. Especially to a fellow disabled student. Midoriya Izuku will be back with us in a minimum of two months, when he will be cleared from the hospital. You should be ashamed Shishi, to talk badly of a sickly colleague." The boy looks down, probably from humiliation and regret, then the teacher turns and stares at Katsuki, who growls at him.

"I had notes coming from your old school about you. After reading them and the accompanying notes on Midoriya, I realized that you'll be a problem child for a while. I am willing to forgive you, and won't add this to your record, if you promise to behave from now on."

"…"

"It is hard to have a friend at the hospital. Especially someone you have been with for your entire childhood. I understand that. However, if you continued to be as problematic as today, I will make notes of this, then you won't have a large chance to enter your choice of school."

'Fuck.'

"From now on, I want my students to be working together, not fight each other. This will be the last fight I hear of in this year, understood."

"Yes, sensei."

"Dismissed."

He made sure to leave the school just as his old classmates did, stops them in their tracks and glares at them.

"I warned you before, and I'll warn you now. Make up more stupid rumours about Izuku, or even think of bullying him, and you are all dead meat." He leaves.

He arrived at the hospital just in time, before they put him under anaesthesia. Izuku waves at him and mouths him something. After squinting, he figured out that Izuku said 'Wait for me.'

Which was a very stupid thing to tell him, of course he'll wait for him. Forever.

He didn't know how long he stayed there, he lost count of how many times the nurses tried to shoo him out of the hospital, since it was a school night and he still wore his uniform, not to mention that he wasn't sitting in emergency. After the third coffee, he gave up and fell asleep.

And was woken up by his mother.

"Honestly, I won the bet on your father. He bet that you'll come and sleep home." She chuckles, dropping a bento on his lap. Katsuki grumbles as he starts eating. "I'm taking you home so you can get ready for school. You'll come back when it's finished."

"But I told Izuku I'll be here."

"Izuchan wouldn't want you to mess school. He has an excuse, you don't. Besides, he won't wake up from surgery immediately, I know."

"Yeah right."

"I do know. You'll go to school or else I'll tell Izuchan that you didn't go like the brat you are." Katsuki clamps his mouth shut and continues eating. He wouldn't risk it, and he didn't want Izuku to get angry at him. At the end, his mother did take him home, to school and even picked him up again to see Izuku's mom and his dad by the operation room.

"They finished two hours ago, but they're still waiting for him to wake up."

"… Does that mean that he might not wake up?" It was something that he kept thinking about. He remembered a year ago, when Izuku cried telling him about the coma possibility. How the doctors didn't think he was listening.

Izuku's mom didn't say anything, but he could see how stressed out she was, holding onto her bag tightly. He experienced a smack to the head, but this time by his father. They stayed for half an hour more before two more people came in looking for them.

It was a very skinny blonde and a familiar blocky faced person. They walked straight to Izuku's mother and greeted her. After a few minutes, his mother snapped her fingers.

"I remember you!"

"Oh, Mr and Mrs Bakugou, and young Katsuki. It had been a long time since I last saw you." It was at that moment that he remembered the man.

It was the police officer from years ago, the one who came first in the scene trying to calm him and get to him but couldn't. The same one who visited them and told them about Izuku's quirk, with the dog headed police officer. Katsuki then looks at the blonde, he must be the one Izuku talked about constantly. He knew by now that the detective was visiting them, he honestly thought that he wanted to date Izuku's mom, but after seeing how she and the blonde eyed each other shyly, he's starting to have other thoughts.

"Naomasa, Toshinori, I thought you two were busy."

"Too busy for Izuchan?" What's the deal with everyone calling Izuku like a girl? Yes it was cute when they were little, but Izuku's a boy, and they're growing up, they should stop using that nickname.

Not that he wanted Izuku to stop calling him Kacchan.

"Why're you here?" A smack to the head.

"Don't be rude, brat." His mother told him, he just growls at her. When will they realize that he'll never stop being rude, and that they were wasting their breath by now.

"I wanted to see Izuku. I just finished filing papers for a closed case. Toshinori has finished his job by now and wanted to know if Izuku is alright." What did the blond do for a living? Can he even walk around without any health risk? He looked like he could drop at any time now, and it was disturbing.

"Toshinori, did it involve that case?" Izuku's mom asked.

So he was another detective.

"I caught some people, but we still haven't gotten any confession." The blonde said and then promptly sat down, the detective rubbed the back of his neck.

"It did help with our case though … What are we doing? Talking about cases? You haven't told us about Izuku's operation yet?"

"Oh, sorry. It's successful. They're scared that there were some complications though, and they're waiting for him to wake up in the operation room's lobby before taking him out."

"Could we see him?"

"I'm afraid only I could. You'll see him in a room, not inside the theatre. Family only policy, the same as ICU."

"But he doesn't need Intensive Care, so why only family members?" Katsuki budges in, Izuku's mom sighs, sagging her shoulders.

"I don't make the rules Katsuki, they said only family members, or in case of having none, a close friend."

He doesn't say anything, he was satisfied with what he heard, not happy, but it was enough.

It didn't take long before something happened. Katsuki witnessed the hospital staff surrounding the blonde police officer after he coughed blood like it was nothing.

His partner didn't react, so maybe it is nothing, but he did cough blood. The nurse thought it was something though, and they all tried to help him, they even got a doctor nearby. The blond tried to explain that this was normal.

He then watched the morbid scene of nurses strapping the blond to a gurney and pulling him away as he tried to change their minds. Izuku's mom shook her head as the detective Naomasa took off his hat with one hand and scratched behind his ears with the other.

"I should go and clarify. He's fine because of his quirk, they shouldn't worry, its being treated as if he was experiencing symptoms of aging in another hospital."

"You definitely should Naomasa." The detective didn't waste time in following the staff. Katsuki slowly looks away as he contemplated what he saw.

So Izuku did tell him the truth, a man who usually coughs up two litters of blood and lives like it's nothing. It was in an entry in his superhero notebook, and Katsuki didn't really believe him then. The notes were ridiculous, he wrote on how yellow his hair was, and how bright his eyes can be at times that it scared him, especially if it was at night.

Like Izuku had a need to be afraid. Shaking his head, he looks up at his friend's mom, and noted how she was a bit worried. He wouldn't blame her, if Izuku keeps coughing up blood at every convenient time, he would be worried too.

It took an hour before Izuku woke up, they explained that they accounted his quirk to work against the drugs so they had to give him another dose half way through operation when they noticed the signs of waking up. It seems that he has an adult amount of anaesthesia in his body, but the only reason he woke up after so long was that the drugs used the second time was stronger. If they used the previous one again, he would have woken up near the end of the operation. The Anaesthetic did prepare two drugs in case this happened.

Didn't they give the drugs in gas form, why would they need to give it to him in doses?

A silly question that the doctor shook his head at, seeming to have judged him as an idiot after asking.

"He has a breathing mask."

"Oh."

After settling Izuku in the room, and doing the usual check up, they left the family and friends alone. Izuku's mom sitting next to him as his green haired friend kept on blabbering about nonsense.

"Do you think Kacchan's hair is fire proof too?" That question was one of the many odd things that kept spouting out of his mouth. Since he did mention it, Katsuki was actually curious about that. He wasn't willing to set fire on it though, since there's a high possibility that it isn't and he'll either scorch his roots into a black colour, or turn bald.

"Is Mr Yagi dating you?"

"Izuku, not now."

"Wait, Inko is dating that skeleton? Inko! Are you dating that guy?" His father interrupted. "Oh god, my best friend is dating someone, how come I only knew now?!"

"Don't be dramatic, Mr Yagi looked like a very nice person." His mom interrupts.

"He keeled over coughing blood, woman! How do you expect him to take care of Inko?! She'll have to take care of him, you heard the detective, he said he has to be treated like an elderly person."

"Come off it, honey. Inko can take care of him if he needs it, and he's obviously someone who can take care of himself anyways if he's a cop. His quirks helps him." His mother retorts, Katsuki rolls his eyes at their banter. Any second now and they'll start cursing.

"You two are missing the point. I'm not dating anyone. Toshinori is just someone I met through Naomasa after a case, he needed to rest a bit after arresting a villain. That's all, we're just friends."

"Inko-chan, you guys are not 'just friends'," his mother did air quotes. "You guys had that lovey dovey eyes all over each other, it's really cute, reminds me of Kacchan looking at Izuchan."

His blood ran cold.

He swiftly turns and starts shouting.

"I DO NOT HAVE LOVEY DOVEY EYES YOU HAG!?"

"FOR THE LAST TIME YOU PUNK, I AM NOT A HAG. You definitely look at Izuchan like he's the most precious thing in the world."

"I do not?!"

"Don't worry son," His father starts, and he turns to give him a betrayed look. "I don't judge you for your choice of partner, it was obvious since you were kids that you liked him."

"Dad! I don't like Izuku like that?!"

"You don't like me?" Was the small voice that was heard, everyone present turned to see at a still out of it Izuku who looks betrayed at the blond. He seemed to be close to tears. What everyone noticed was that the items in the room that were not bolted started to twitch in place.

"N-No! I like you! I like you! Stop crying you stupid Deku!" Izuku calms down, the room following suit, and starts giggling. He raised his hands, and somehow, in some way, he can still use his quirk even in this state. Katsuki was yanked off his chair towards Izuku, finding himself being hugged by the green haired boy.

"I like you too Kacchan, you're my best friend!" He giggles again.

The nurse ran into the room, freaking out after seeing the heart monitor having a higher activity than usual.

She saw Kacchan being hugged by Izuku, his leg was floating up, his shoe stuck to the ceiling.

She then kicked everyone but Izuku's mom out.

0o0o0

After a month, Katsuki was replacing the flower in the vase while Izuku's eyes were glued to the screens. A knock was heard, and they heard Mr Naomasa speaking.

"Come in!" Izuku yelled happily, still not focusing on anything but the news. The detective came in with casual clothes, smiling at them. It still looked bland to Katsuki, but who was he to judge when his own eyes screamed 'murder'. He thinks that it helps his job a lot, especially if he's an interrogator specialist as he claims.

"How are my two favourite boys doing?" He asked, in his hand was a bag that obviously came from a sushi restaurant. Katsuki sighs.

"Huh, oh. Hi Uncle Naomasa! Whe're Mr Yagi."

"Yagi's busy with work." He looks up at the screen and sighs. "He's there right now, but I was ordered not to be present."

"How come Mr Yagi goes to the scene while you're out of it?" Katsuki asks, it was something he always wondered. Izuku sees it as normal, probably because he was used to it by now. He on the other hand, wondered why a sickly man was always there.

"It's our quirks, Yagi's quirk is hardening his body. He can't be hurt by the attacks. I on the other hand, am much more suited talking to suspects and gathering evidence. That's why I'm the detective and he's not."

"What's your quirk?"

"Uncle Naomasa is a lie detector." Izuku supplies without really realizing it, his eyes still glued to the television. The detective winces, then shakes his head as he gets closer to the boy and ruffled his hair.

"You would be an amazing detective, or analyst, if you only stopped mumbling everything." Izuku looks up and blushes from embarrassment once he realized what he just did.

"Sorry. I don't really notice when I do it." He mumbles again, the man smiles and ruffles his hair again before standing up and setting the table. Katsuki frowns for a bit, before looking down at the flower he has in his hand.

It's a daisy. It was a white one, and he flushes at thought of putting it behind Izuku's ears again.

It was like tradition by now, every time he finds one, no matter the colour, he would always shove Izuku's hair and then set the daisy behind his ear, letting it settle there for the reminder of the day. Izuku would usually forget he had it until he took a bath or something.

He didn't want to do it with the detective present though, by now, all he saw of him was that he was a traditional Japanese man. A rare sight in their society today, since quirks changed many things, but traditionalists were still present till this day and Detective Naomasa exudes the feel of one.

…

Screw it.

Why the fuck would his opinions matter anyways. Shrugging, he goes and walks up to Izuku, moving his hair once more and putting the daisy behind his ear. Izuku blinks, before feeling the flower and smiling widely at Katsuki.

"Thank you Kacchan."

"Yeah, sure, whatever. You look stupid in them anyways, so that's a bonus for me." Katsuki turns to find Detective Naomasa watching them curiously. He was ready to fight him, his hands twitching to let an explosion loose, but blinks when the man just turns around, making no fuss at him.

Little did Katsuki know, was that Naomasa's quirk wasn't an emitter type, it was the kind that doesn't turn off. He knew that 'You look stupid in them anyways' was a really big lie.

And the 'so that's a bonus for me' was so genuinely true, it shone brightly in his mind.

"Young love." He whispers whimsically under his breath, smiling at how adorable they both were.

0o0o0

Rehab. It was something that he didn't like. The councillor in school already tried to admit him into one, thinking that he did drugs. What a fucktard. He won't let anything ruin his quirk, and he won't blow his chance to get in Yuuei for a temporary entertainment. It ruins lives anyways.

So maybe he could burn up the drugs in his systems, but he wasn't really a pyromancer, they're the ones who are more known to do that.

Izuku probably knows the answer, he'll ask him if he can take drugs later.

Shaking his head, he looks back at the building.

He was very familiar with this building. Ever since they were children and he would usually drop off or pick Izuku out of this building when his mother couldn't do it. It was usually for Izuku's therapy sessions, and sometimes for other appointments that he never cared learning about them.

Izuku's back there. The first day he came out after surgery, he looked very tired and ready to drop on the floor. That was saying something, since he would then need to drop off the wheelchair as well for his face to meet the ground.

So he might have been worried, a bit. It's not like he was afraid that something would happen to Izuku, he's strong, his quirk was amazingly overpowered if he was focusing on it … or not focusing at all really – evident by the many times he was flown over a room by Izuku's enthusiasm.

Really, if Izuku could walk, he would be the perfect poster boy for upcoming heroes. He was smart, quick in both reflexes and thinking, his quirk was powerful. All in all, Izuku never really needed protecting.

But he does, he does need protection. Katsuki will be hell bent if he ever left Izuku's side and found out later that he was hurt out of his sight. Izuku was already hurt once, and he will never let anything hurt him again, not as long as he can prevent it.

"Kacchan?" Looking up, he finds his friend, sporting a surprised look.

"I'm here to pick you off, Nerd. Let's get move." He huffs and walks over to his friend, grabbing the handles.

"It's still too early to be out of school yet." Comments his friend, looking up at him accusingly. Katsuki rolls his eyes.

"I'm the smartest student in class since you're out of commission, Sensei was willing to let me out earlier than usual."

"That's amazing Kacchan! I knew you were better than you let on." Gushes his friend, his eyes sparkling with amazement. Katsuki scoffs, but enjoys the attention none the less.

"Everyone else are dumb, that Bitch from the fifth grade is with us though."

"Kacchan, don't be mean."

"She is a total-"

"Katsuki." He shuts his mouth, Izuku never really used his name unless he was very serious. Scoffing, he continues talking.

"Dolt, airheaded, pig. She made up rumors about me, trying to lie about how I tried to assault her again."

"Again?"

"She deserved it the first time, but I didn't attack her a second time. Problem was, everyone believed her, since she's the first one to grow boobs out of all the girls in our class."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Izuku asks, frowning in confusion. Katsuki sighs.

Sweet innocent Izuchan.

"Doesn't matter now, just know that she can use them against guys and intimidate girls with it."

"Huh? How can her chest do that?"

"Can you let me finish this?! Shitty Deku."

"Fine, fine, please finish your amazing story." Izuku says sarcastically, Katsuki ignores it.

"So they all believed her, because I did attack her on the first day. They were all ignoring me in class and everything, that stupid delinquent treatment that we usually see in TV shows. But someone found out that I was with the school's councillor the time that I supposedly attacked her."

"Then what happens?"

"Now they're treating her how they treated me. Talk about two faced. Our class is pretty unreliable." They stopped when they felt the earth quake. Izuku's head immediately snaps towards the most likely place that could have has an accident in, and he was right once more.

They saw a large villain from afar, grabbing hold of others in their large arms.

Izuku yells excitedly, his body already leaving the wheelchair. Katsuki immediately grabs hold of him.

"You dumb fuck! It's illegal to use quirks when a villains attacks, unless you were attacked yourself."

"… I really hate that rule … do they just expect us not to help other people if they were in danger?" Izuku says sadly, floating back to his seat and looking dejected. Katsuki grumbles and continues pushing his friend away from the scene.

"It's not like that will apply to you anyways, you're getting your license soon. I'll need to get to a hero high school and then get a provisional license."

"I'll have to get that too you know." Izuku said annoyed. Katsuki almost forgot that, to tell the truth. He was still not convinced with the idea that Izuku would join the hero department. He can, he has the ability to.

It was just that Katsuki was very paranoid and protective of him to the point that he really wants him not to join.

"Cheer up Deku, a pro is going to save the day, you can still help kittens from a tree or something."

"Stop making fun of me." Izuku huffs, but still giggles. Katsuki avoided a major cry alert.

0o0o0

Izuku was very excited. He was really, very, stupidly excited.

He was going to take his first picture at school in front of the cherry blossoms. With Kacchan too!

They thought that the surgery was a fail after three months of hospitalization. He started to think of how pointless it all was, and how he should have never raised his hopes up in the beginning. That was until the doctor finally declared that he could start his rehab sessions.

It was hard. Balancing school and going to the facility three times a week, without failing his grades or falling behind in training was difficult, but he managed to go through it.

His mama was so proud too, it was amazing knowing that he can finally make her smile for real.

And soon … soon he'll see Kacchan's smile. He laughs to himself, snatching his note book, the 11th edition, that was on its last few pages, and hugged it to himself.

After so long of Kacchan pestering him, he finally changed the label to 'quirk analysis for the future' instead of Hero analysis. He kept bugging him on how nerdy and childish it sounded, but it wasn't!

Still, some of his classmates did laugh at him once they saw the title, so Kacchan was right.

Of course he was right, he was Kacchan.

So the class kept making fun of him for being childish, especially that girl that Kacchan still kept calling her that rude name. He usually drops using a curse word and start using actual nicknames after meeting someone for a while, like how he'll call someone a fucktard then find a genuine fitting nickname –Deku.

But he always called that girl the same way, and he can honestly see why. She acts like one, and it's annoying how she always butts in between them when they're trying to talk or hang out. His friend got so annoyed, that he scared everyone away …

… again.

By this point, he'll only have two friends before graduating middle school. He wondered how Shinsou is doing right now, and if his classmates were bugging him about his quirk again. He hopes that he stopped using them on the whim when it concerns irritating people. He always ordered them to leave him alone and he would return to whatever he was doing. He hopes that his new classmates are nicer than his older ones.

That doesn't matter anymore, he's going to the seventh grade, and they all grew up by now. Everything should be fine.

Flying down the stairs, he caught his mother's figure, making a bento box. He smiles as he floats next to her.

His mother has gotten a bit short, her form becoming chubbier than before. When he asked her once, she only said that she was stressed out a bit. He wonders if it's the same as Mr Yagi though, that they're aging too fast. Kacchan's mom still looks the same to him after all, and so does his dad and uncle Naomasa.

"Morning mom!" He yells and hugs her after she puts down the knife. His mother didn't jump, too used to this by now.

"Izuchan! Are you excited?" She asks instead.

"Of course I am. The therapist said that I might take a year before I can start using braces, maybe even months! I'm still on the honour roll, and hopefully, I'm still in Kacchan's class."

"You two are always in the same class, so you might be." He flies to his wheelchair, settling in and smirking when he found no straps on them. It feels so good growing for once, and the result was a new wheelchair with no straps. Kacchan was confused at first but didn't say anything. Good, he didn't want to tell him why yet. It's hard enough trying to omit the truth for a while, and gets harder and harder as time goes by. He doesn't know how long it will be before Kacchan finally demands answers.

"You look great, Izuchan." His mother says, smiling and giving him his bento. Looking up, he saw something akin to pride shining in her eyes.

"Thanks mom." He mumbles, pulling his bag from the couch and hugging it to himself. She was always so proud. He didn't understand it at times. He remembers as a child, how she always worried about him, and how she blamed herself when he didn't develop a quirk, and might not possibly ever do so. She was always so stressed, always looked at him with guilt, always sad. Now, it's embarrassing whenever she looks at him like that. He doesn't really deserve it, he was disabled after all, how can someone be proud of that?

His father certainly isn't.

"He doesn't deserve you." He hears in his mind, Kacchan's young aggravated voice showing the sheer venom in them. "Your dad is a douche anyways-"

He giggles, Kacchan really knows how to insult someone.

Looking up, his saw his mom looking at him with a tilted head, looking curious.

"Is something wrong, honey?"

"No. Everything is perfect." She smiles fondly and moves to open the door, waiting for him to follow. Once outside, she took the handles of the wheelchair and starts moving. She really loved doing that, never letting him use his quirk to push himself. Even though he hated when anyone else did it, even Kacchan at times, he would never begrudge his mother from it. Sometimes, it felt like it was his and his mom's bonding time, something she can do with him instead of playing sports or doing any activity that needs the use of his legs. Now that he finally got his Disability license, and can use his quirk as much as he likes without any problems against the law, he still didn't want her to stop.

"Do you want to help me cook something today?"

"I don't know. Anything without fish though, Uncle Naomasa is coming tomorrow." He heard her boisterous laugh. She understood, his uncle really likes fish, and even though he's the guest, he still brings dinner or launch on his own. "Do you think he met a new hero recently? I heard that something happened yesterday that needed Best Jeanist in sight. It would be so cool if he met him there!"

"I'd doubt that he met him. Remember, he's a detective, not a response officer."

"But, Kacchan told me he was there at the … accident." Izuku mumbles the last part. He didn't see how his mother's hands tightens around the handle, or the agonised expression passing her face.

"It was because he was nearby when it happened."

"Will, I think he's a hero. He responded when his job says otherwise, and his bosses always trying to keep him away until all the villains are gone, that means he's a good guy doesn't it. Although, not a pro hero."

"He is. He's a hero where it matters." Izuku can hear the smile in her voice. "He wanted to play baseball, but didn't know how to ask."

"Baseball? I can't play that."

"You actually can, but you'd have a problem running around the bases."

"More like can't," Izuku mutters. "It's illegal to use your quirk in sports."

"You're not playing in an official game, Izuchan. You're just playing. I don't think Naomasa would really arrest you for that." She chuckles, Izuku just grins. He looks up, enjoying the pink coloured leaves. It was the best thing about spring, and even though there are many other trees all around, Sakura trees were always a dominant part of their city.

That's when he noticed a kitty, mewling pathetically on a branch.

Huh, can his friend see the future?

"Mom, look." He points up, his mother looks and sees the kitten on the branch. She starts to worry. She saw Izuku lifting up both his of hands, the familiar black aura starting to form, and she immediately grabs hold of them, bringing it down.

"Mom?"

"Izuchan, I know that you can help the cat, but your quirk is very powerful." She scolds, Izuku blinks, taking a moment to understand, then looks down in shame.

"S-Sorry. I didn't think it through." She sighs, not blaming him. Izuku has a good heart, and wants to help as many people as possible. His dreams consists of being a hero, even if he was paralysed – hopefully not for long. He's usually calm and collected, thinking about everything before acting, but when someone needs help …

She sighs.

His mom looks up at the tree and raises her hand. Unlike him, his mom doesn't have any aura that surrounds her when she uses her quirk. Recently, he doesn't show as much as he used to unless he was excited or have been using a large amount of power. So she might not ever use that much power, she could be powerful. He likes to think so, however, he knows that if she did, she wouldn't use it.

It confused him at times, she could have been a pro hero if she wanted to, but she isn't.

He blames his father for that. Though he couldn't complain much, he was born as a result after all.

The kitten meows loudly, sounding frightened as it was pulled slowly downwards, probably thinking that it was going to fall to death before it realizes the slow decent. Once it was in her eye level, his mom grabs it gently, hugging it to herself. She slowly turns and smiles at him.

"You should be gentle, Izuchan. Not everyone is strong like Katsuki. This cat could have been hurt from how fast you could have pulled it, and you pull things in frightening speeds. It's still a baby, and it could have gotten hurt."

"Sorry, I didn't really realize that." He rubs his arms, she smiles kindly and outstretches her arms.

"Now, pull slowly." Izuku raises both his hands, but hesitates.

Unlike his pushes, his pulls were very strong, and he attributed that to his mother's quirk. Only now did he realize what he could have done. He knew that his quirk is powerful, that's why he only told others that he pushes and pulls instead of saying that it was Telekinesis, but he never really thought that he could have hurt someone with it.

"Come now Izuchan, just focus on being gentle." She tells him softly. Gulping, he puts one hand down and focused on his power output, making sure that he was using little power, but not so little that the kitten would fall.

The flight was slow, and uncertain. His hand shaking and wanting to blow, using all his energy. Yet he succeeded. He gives a timid smile at the cat as it bumps its head to his stomach.

"M-Mom, I did it!" He cheers, smiling brightly at her, no shyness in place. She hugs him, her son's happiness was contagious after all.

"Yes you did."

When they arrived at school. Kacchan and his mom were already there. He stares at the kitten in his arms and narrows his eyes at it before sighing. He grumbles as he stands next to Izuku to take the picture. Just as both mothers were going to snap one, the cat jumps at Kacchan's face.

0o0o0

In eighth grade, everyone started to act weirdly.

Kacchan was acting weirdly. His classmates were acting weirdly, and his teachers were vey tiered looking. He knew it was stress, and that this year wasn't going as great as the last one. Sometimes, Izuku heard one of them mutter 'hormones' under their breaths.

What does human growth have to do with how everyone was recently acting?

He ignores it all, and continues his rehab schedule, kept himself at the top of the class and is about to finish his 12th quirk analysis notes. Soon, he'll be off the hook machines and stop depending on them to walk those small steps. Walking between two rails over and over again for two years now was starting to make him feel antsy. He wanted to be off of it, he wanted to walk without them.

He really, really wants to walk outside, walk in front of his friend and family and see their reactions. Smiling, he draws a sketch of a very surprised looking Kacchan, his red eyes wide and his mouth firmly closed. Frowning, Izuku erases the straight line that was the mouth and then draws an open one, looking like Kacchan was gaping.

Cute.

"What are you laughing about, nerd." Kacchan grouches, slumping on his seat and putting his legs on the table. Izuku sticks his tongue at him and returns to his notes. "Oi, I asked what're you doing."

"Nothing, meanie." He replies, flipping to another page and landed on the hero costume. His mother drew the basic outline of it a long time ago, and he never found himself drawing a new one. Only continued to elaborate on the first draft.

Maybe if he added bunny ears?

"What happened to that stupid cat? Is it finally gone?"

"Yeah. I gave it to Shinsou last week."

"…" The atmosphere in the room changed, everyone who was close and felt it backed away slightly, confused for a moment and then realizing where it came from. Izuku however, didn't feel a thing.

"Shinsou?"

"Yeah. He's the friend I told you about, remember. When we were in elementary. He finally got a cell phone now! I asked him if he wanted her and he accepted. He really likes cat."

"I never really met this Shinsou." Katsuki said, in a low aggravated voice. Izuku still didn't notice, as he only focused on the drawing.

"You never did. I tried to get you two to meet, remember? But you never came with me when I was watching heroes. I think he lives at the center of the city. I always find him walking back from home at that area."

Izuku didn't look up to see the expression Katsuki had on his face. One that could only be called envy. Katsuki had to breath in slowly to repress his emotions.

"I should go with you next time then." He said, once he knew he could control himself. Izuku's head snaps up to look at him.

"You will? That's great!" And he continued blabbering about all the things that could happen as they went hero watching. When Katsuki was sure that Izuku was droning, he decides to stand up and push him out of class to continue the chatter, not really wanting to stay cooped up and get his ears to fall off at the same time.

When the brake was over, they returned to class with no problem.

The problem was in the class. Izuku rolls himself to his desk, opens up his desk, and finds a letter inside. Katsuki, being the invasive jerk that he usually is, leans on his shoulder to read.

"Someone wants to meet with you at the roof?" Katsuki asks slowly, in a low, annoyed voice. Izuku doesn't have an answer to that. "What kind of shithead asks a disabled person to go to the roof?!"

"Kacchan, calm down, I don't think who wrote this realized that."

"What if something happens? What if you accidentally fall?!"

"Kacchan, there are rails up." Izuku then saw something that caught his breath. Kacchan looks at him, complete anguish flashed in his eyes before returning to rage.

"Do you think there weren't any rails at the bridge?!"

…

"I … don't remember …" Izuku mumbles, putting the letter down and rubbing his arms uncomfortably and looking down.

This was always a touchy subject. He doesn't remember anything about that day. That doesn't mean Kacchan doesn't. He was there when it happened, he remembers everything, and probably in details as well. It wasn't fair, for him to remember nothing and for his friend to always feel tormented by the memory.

Why does he always make someone feel guilty? Was he a bad influence? Is he bringing misery to people's lives like this?

He hears Kacchan's breathing, slowly inhaling and exhaling to calm himself down. Something the councillor had drilled in his friend's head to start controlling his emotions.

"Sorry." He mutters, Izuku felt confused.

"I should be sorry."

"No. It isn't your fault, nothing is your fault." There it is again, Kacchan taking the blame. The blame of what? He doesn't know, but Katsuki blames himself so much, and thinks that he doesn't deserve any kind of redemption. It irritated Izuku. He wanted his friend to tell him what's wrong, what's bothering him?

He can help.

Sagging, Izuku fixes his wheelchair so that he's facing the board.

"I'll be there."

"Really, Kacchan. Really?"

"Yes, really. I don't care, I don't want some piece of shit to bully you when i'm out of sight." He growls, and Izuku sighs. Really? Protective Kacchan on the go.

After school ends, Izuku floats his chair to the roof, waiting for whoever wrote him that letter. He doesn't know if his friend his friend arrived yet, and he doesn't even worry about it. If his red eyed friend says he'll come, he'll come.

Taking his note out, he starts writing down a new idea on how to use his quirk. He stayed like that for a while, thinking and writing, until he heard footsteps coming. Looking up, he blinks in confusion when he saw his old classmate.

He always wore a some kind of hat, and more recently, a beanie. His classmate scratches the back of his neck, showing his limb stretching quirk. If he remembers correctly, he fought with his friend in the sixth grade over something neither of them wanted to disclose.

"Y-You really came Midoriya." He said, looking down. Izuku tilts his head, didn't he hate him, he was Katsuki's friend after all?

"Did you want to talk to me, Shishi?"

"Y-Yes. I wanted to say something. I-I-" The boy drops his hands, his limb returning to normal, now he started to fidget. "I wanted to ask you, if you wanted to hang out?"

… huh?

"Hang out? Sure. Where do you want to go?" Shishi looks up, his face turning red a bit.

"Midoriay, I-I meant by hanging out, l-like a date."

…

"Oh …" Shishi deflates, looking dejected. "I-I understand if you don't swing that way, p-please don't hate me for this."

"No! It's not like that!" Izuku blurts, only now realizing his silence could mean something bad in Shishi's mind. "I am sorry, but I can't return your feelings."

Shishi sighs, nodding in disappointment. "Thank you for being honest with me, Midoriya."

"You could find someone else who's better than me, you know." Izuku tried to cheer him up, but his classmate only blushes, nodding.

"I don't think I'll find someone as nice as you are, Midoriya."

"Huh?"

"You're really nice, and sweet, even with Bukagou as your only friend. You always help others when they ask, and you gave me your bento once when I forgot my money." His blush was now darker, Izuku joining in. "Even though everyone tells you that you can't be a hero, you still try your hardest to achieve your dream. I admire everything that I have said about you. That's why I wanted to ask you out."

"T-Thank you, I-I don't know how to reply to your kind words," He stutters. "I don't see myself as great as you just described me."

"You deserve to be told that every day."

"You're embarrassing me, Shishi." Said boy chuckles nervously and stretches his limbs, rubbing the back of his neck again.

"This is really awkward." He comments, but smiles gratefully at Izuku. "I-I'll see you tomorrow, in class?"

"Yeah, totally." He replies, the boy smiles widely and sheepishly starts walking away. Izuku watched him go and hugs his notebook to his chest tightly, still feeling his face heating up.

That … that felt very nice, although a bit awkward. He just … he just got his first confession, albeit it was from a male. He would have thought that he would go confess to someone else first than be confessed to.

He startles when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he looks up and finds Katsuki staring at him with narrowed eyes.

"Your face is red."

"Ugh …"

"Should I go and punch Taffy limb for what he said to you."

"N-No. He didn't say anything mean, he was actually really nice. I don't see why you two fight a lot."

"Because Taffy limb likes to butt in on things that doesn't concern him. He can get himself chewed up for all I care."

"Kacchan, you're being mean again."

"Whatever," Izuku raises both hands, lifting up both himself and Kacchan to fly down to the school ground. Katsuki doesn't really react, which makes Izuku pouts. He loved when he gets a reaction from his friend.

They start walking away, ready to crash at home to play video games. Half way towards home, he Katsuki mumbles "You are great, you Deku."

Izuku pretends that he didn't hear him, the tips of his ears reddening.

An:-

Sorry about the notes.

I'd like to think that in this world, they have a special license for disabled people to use their quirk if it helps them. Like a mute who was a telepath! That'd be weird … You know, I could have written that instead of Izuku being paralysed and using telekinesis. There you have it, a free story idea. Someone get to it, chop chop.

What's the deal with [No public display of quirks]? What exactly is public display, they can't use their quirks with their friends in school? So I'd like to think that up till middle school, they let students use it and encourage control, getting stricter as they age.

Shishi is supposed to be the character that Katsuki was friends with in elementary and middle school, one of those two lackeys that hangs around him. He didn't have a name, so I just translated limb growth into Japanese and took the word Shishi as a name. I honestly don't know what Shishi means the limb or the growth part of the phrase.