"Nozomi! What happened to your face?" Izuku gripped his brothers face, moving it around to look at all of the cuts adorning him, traces of blood and a small bruise forming against his jaw line.

"I made a friend."

Izuku stared, deeply, in to his eyes, silently asking what the fuck. A black car had dropped Nozomi at Mitsuki's house, bruised and bloody, so of course it was a little (a lot) suspicious. Nozomi slapped Izuku's hands off his face, the bruise aching from his hold on it, and walked up the steps to Mitsuki's door,

"Don't worry 'bout it, he's chill, plus I got myself in to the mess,"

"That did not answer my question 'Zomi, and you know it," Izuku grabbed his shoulder, pulling Nozomi back and turned him around to face him.

Nozomi groaned at his brother, tired and ready for bed, maybe hungry, but he doubts he'd be able to eat anything after today's events.

"'Zu relax, you trust me right," Izuku raised an eyebrow at him, "It was one time, let it go."

Izuku let go of his shoulder, laughing at the memory, and earned a small chuckle from the other. It's one of their fonder memories from their younger years, a time when Katsuki was still their friend, and everything was right in the world.

"Anyways, Auntie said we could bunk with Kacchan for now-"

"Nope, no way," Nozomi crossed his arms, gaze hard and tapped his foot against the concrete.

"We're not going to stay for long, you know this, and we'll be out before you know it, albeit we'll be with dad-"

"Hisashi,"

"So it'll be fine 'Zomi!" Izuku clapped his hands together giving Nozomi a small smile, hoping his twin could see the 'brighter' side to this arrangement. He's not too excited about living, even being near his dad, but that's what's going to happen until mum wakes up.

Nozomi groaned as he walked inside their Auntie's house, immediately greeted with peppers of all sorts- the eye watering kind. Which promptly caused their eyes to water and burn, for Nozomi, small bursts of flames flittered down his back. Good thing he's able to control the degree of heat he produces. The further they walked, the more intense the spicy smell became, and they were already dreading the next few days they were going to stay.

"Auntie, we're here!" Izuku shouted out as he placed his shoes by the door, followed by Nozomi.

Mitsuki came around the corner, apron on and smiling wide at her nephews, "Hey guys, I'm cooking right now, katsudon~" She waved a wooden spoon in their direction.

What in the hell is this woman putting in to the katsudon?

"Sounds good, is Katsuki here?" Nozomi walked over to his aunt, giving her a quick hug and drifting up the stairs to the room. "Yep, that brat's been holed up in there all day!" Mitsuki shouted out, greeted by silence in return. She sighed before turning away and walking back in to the kitchen, presumably to finish dinner.

Nozomi stopped mid-way, staring in to the dark hallway before him. It felt cold, tired, depressing, and it confused him; why is it so quiet when Katsuki is so loud? Did he hear about mum? Or is he just being moody. Nozomi shrugged it off and continued up the stairs, waltzing in to Katsuki's room,

"What's up Katsuki, how's life been treating ya'-" A pillow was thrown in his direction, hitting him dead center in his face, "Ha-ha, very funny," The pillow slid down his face, revealing a red mark on his already messed up face.

He deadpanned at Katsuki, who was sitting on his bed and going over homework- something Nozomi didn't think Katsuki ever did. Katsuki didn't acknowledge his presence, besides the pillow throw, and continued to do so as Nozomi walked over to his desk, glancing over all of the trinkets that were scattered across it. Notebooks, pens, random papers of math homework, and hidden among it all a picture of the younger trio. It was the day after a storm, mud and muck dirtied their clothes, big smiles and all.

"You have a picture of us?" Nozomi picked said picture up, holding it gently, "I always assumed you got rid of shit like this- even keeping something like this no less."

This got Katsuki to acknowledge him, a scowl forming as he jumped off the bed, yanking the picture out of his hands.

"The old hag put it in here, dipshit, like I'd have anything involving you Deku's in it," Nozomi rolled his eyes, classic Katsuki, never one to admit his feelings- love 'n cute shit- and rather use his fist to communicate. It's not too hard to decipher what Katsuki's feeling; loud is neutral, extra loud can either be pissed or threatened, and really loud is "My inferiority complex says no." A quiet Katsuki? Impossible.

Right?

"Why do you have to be such an ass all the time? Is it some condition ya' got or...?" Nozomi stood his ground as Katsuki stalked towards him, hands balled at his sides, frowning.

"Get the fuck out of my room-"

"Actually, Kat-su-ki," Nozomi leaned forward smirking, "You've got roommates now."

"For now."

Nozomi flinched back, turning his head away and folding his arms across his chest, "Fuck you," He whispered out, beelining it out of the room. It got the occupants from downstairs to look over at the stairs, Nozomi stomping down them with white bursts of fire popping around his body. Thick smoke puffed out of his nose and his eyes were glazed over- his bright red eyes, now dull.

Izuku clambered out of the chair he'd been sitting on, the chair scraping against the polished wood, and reached a hand out towards his brother. This proved to be a mistake since an immense heat radiated off his body, similar to a hot sunny day; when the heat waves make your vision blurry and your skin feels like it'd melt. He brought his hand back with a hiss, clutching it with his other hand. This slowed Nozomi's walk, looking over at Izuku, but continued towards the door.

"Nozomi- wait! What happened? Where are you going?"

"Back off," Nozomi's voice was hard, glaring at his twin and reached for the door.

Mitsuki had come out from the kitchen, followed by Masaru, "Nozomi, hunny, it's okay-"

"NO, IT'S NOT OKAY," Nozomi whipped his body around to face the trio, "MY FUCKING MOTHER IS IN A COMA, MY FATHER FINALLY-finally, is coming back to me and I can't-I don't-" He put his arm over his face, covering his eyes as tears sprung dripping on to the floor.

He soon began to sob, shoulders shaking and gasping for air. Izuku rushed over to him, embracing his brother, collapsing to the ground. They just held each other. Their Aunt and Uncle, Mitsuki and Masaru, watched the twins with their own teary eyes; so much had happened and no one knew what the next day would bring- something good? Bad?

It felt like something out of a movie- even worse, some bad fanfiction.

From the stairs, Katsuki listens to the crying of his family. He hadn't shed a tear, yeah, he felt bad and upset, but he didn't know how to express that without feeling...weak. But hearing his family cry, it didn't feel right. He could feel his eyes start to moisten, his shoulders began to tremble and his lips quivered, but he held the tears back. He held it in, someone had to. Katsuki sat at the top of the stairs listening to his family comfort each other had traitorous tears dripping down his cheeks. He knew Aunt Inko was in a coma, he knew their dead-beat dad was coming back, he knew everything was shit, yet he couldn't find it in himself to tell them that he's there for them.

Hearing it all go quiet, Katsuki decided to grace everyone with his presence- wanting to ignore the depressing atmosphere-but just as he got down the last step a knock came from the door.