Here's a proper adapted timeline for the chapters (going by title numbers, not AO3's labeling aka Prologue = Chapter 1)
Prologue - Loosely 5th Animatic "King" (Izuku/Deku holding AFO's hand and entering a portal)
Chapter 1 - "King" (Tomura watching Deku and AFO talk)
Chapter 4 -"King" (Deku's Quirk half manifesting)
Chapter 9 - 6th Animatic "Bet My Life"
Chapter 11 - "King" (Infiltrating U.A.)
Chapter 12 - "King" (Attack on USJ seeing Inko)
Chapter 17 - 1st - 3rd Animatics: "Ready As I'll Ever Be," "I'm the Bad Guy," "Believer"
Chapter 18 - "Believer"
Chapter 19-20 - 4th Animatic "Wolf In Sheep's Clothing"
Chapter 21- "WISC" "King"
Chapter 22 - 5th-7th Animatics : "King," "Bet My Life," "Wake Me Up"
Chapter 23 - "Bet My Life & Wake Me Up"
Chapter 24 - 8th Animatic "Pompeii"
Enjoy~
Chapter 24: Hello, World
The large smiling statue of the Symbol of Peace stood proudly at the center of All Might Memorial Park. The sun gleamed behind it, catching just behind its broad stony shoulders as the former Number One Hero was locked in a forever heroic pose. At the feet of the statue was a plaque indicating the dedication to the fallen Pro Hero as well as his iconic words of reassurance, "I am here!" Around the base was a plethora of flowers, stuffed animals and action figures, as well as various photos of the Hero, and even personal notes.
"It's really been two years…" A lone figure stood before the statue, hood pulled up while holding a bouquet in one hand while the other clutched a leash. "Without you I wouldn't have gotten a second chance. I really messed things up but you still looked out for me, even though I didn't deserve it."
The only answer was the sound of birds twittering in the distance of the early morning. The sunlight shifted slightly, catching the statue's face and causing a lens flare, as if the Hero were flashing a real smile that glistened like he had done in life. Somehow it felt as if his spirit was there still, that the statue would shake off the stone to reveal the real deal and let out a booming laugh before declaring it had all been a ruse.
But that wasn't the case.
"I hope you've found peace, All Might." The hooded figure reached down and laid down the bouquet before offering a deep bow. He looked up at the statue's smiling face, his own voice low and thick with emotion, "I know it's not enough but… thanks and I'm sorry." The words hung in the air for a few moments, all other noises muted as if afraid to compete.
There was the sound of an alarm and the figure reached into his pocket, pulling out the chiming phone to silence it. He pocketed the phone, looking up at the statue once more as he drew in a deep breath while he straightened. "Well, time to get going. Can't miss the train." He gave the leash a gentle tug and walked away from the monument, the sound of four padded feet following him, a corgi close to his heels.
"It's so good to see you guys!"
"Been awhile."
"Indeed. It's been over a year since graduation. Soon nearly two."
"Yeah! Been busy making our mark as fully fledge Heroes! Can you believe it?"
"You've been busy, Kirishima-kun! I've seen you in the news a few times! Red Riot is creating quite the storm!" Uraraka praised the red head who looked bashful for a moment before clenching his fist, grinning and showing off his sharp teeth.
"Just trying to be a true man, y'know? We've all been! Saw that Uravity has been taking things to new heights! Nice work!" Kirishima shared a high five with Uraraka as both let out a cheer, pumping each other up. He turned toward his other companions, giving a friendly elbowing to the closest one. "Todoroki, you've been doing some epic stuff too from what I've heard! Pretty manly, I'd say!"
"It's just Hero protocol." Todoroki offered a shrug, inexpressive as usual as the praise went over his head and did nothing for his ego. His attention shifted to the last of the group, eyes fixating. "That's new."
"Bakugou-kun! What happened?" Uraraka's brown eyes went wide as the trio's eyes trained on the blond's face, ignoring all other happenings on the street around them.
"This? It's nothing." Katsuki shrugged as all eyes were on his left eyebrow that had a clean cut running through it, leaving a gap where a thin scar was visible. He waved his hand, shrugging. "Thought I had a villain, but he managed a hit before I got him finally subdued."
"Scar buddies!" Kirishima threw his arm around Katsuki's neck, grinning as he pointed to his small scar that ran vertically from his right eyelid. He gestured to Todoroki while hanging on Katsuki who looked long-suffering, "We all are! Facial scar bros! Nothing says manly like a scar as proof of your hard work and deeds as a man! You just need one too, Uraraka!"
"Haha, I think I'll pass. But who knows in the line of duty?" The brunette laughed, smiling at her old classmates. "Though I'm sure you're going to have more fans now. Scars do something for some people."
"Facial injuries make one more desirable…?" Todoroki was clearly turning the apparent revelation over in his mind, his expression turning thoughtful to slightly confused. "I thought my abilities were my merit."
Despite spending over a year in the real world as a Pro Hero, Todoroki was still as thick as a block of ice. There was a reason why the girls of their class had declared him as the hottest guy, figuratively and literally. Yet he was clueless about his good looks and aloof demeanor that certain people found appealing and thus made them instant fans. Eyes were on him already for being Endeavor's son, something he clearly resented and resisted, and the added reasons for attention soared over his head. No one in the group was going to try to inform him, deciding to leave him in precious ignorant bliss.
"Don't worry about it, you're popular enough as it is." Kirishima assured with a wink, arm still draped. "You've got maximum manly qualities! That's why you're edging your way up the Billboard, dude! You'll topple your dad soon enough!"
"Others' thoughts of us as Heroes shouldn't matter long as we get the job done and the public is safe. Look how the popularity vote screws some Heroes over for their appearance alone rather than results—that's shit. Though I admit PR is important." Katsuki slipped out of Kirishima's grip before elbowing him lightly. He didn't draw attention to the fact various pairs of eyes were in their direction, most on the young man with iconic dual colored hair.
"Fair point. People can be shallow." Todoroki nodded while Kirishima was looking deep in thought, mulling over the truth he hadn't considered.
"Ah, I missed this! I'm so glad we were able to actually meet up on a day we all had off." Uraraka grinned at the three young men accompanying her. There was a clear sense of pride that she had been somewhat successful with the mini reunion. "It's so hard to schedule anything with everyone, most I see of anyone is on duty if we cross paths or share an assignment—not counting news stories or random messages. I saw Iida-kun a few days ago but he was gone before I could say hi; he's literally running around all day."
"Such is the life of a Hero!" Kirishima swelled with pride and energy, his grin growing.
"Same can be said for being an adult. Just different obligations." Todoroki reasoned, earning a laugh from Kirishima who clapped him on the back energetically, heartedly agreeing.
"You mentioned heading somewhere, Uraraka?" Katsuki lightly scratched at his still fresh scar since it randomly itched, attempting to pass it off as a thoughtful gesture. Despite not seeing two of them since graduation, he found himself teaming up with Kirishima on occasion—not including the times his best friend insisted they hung out when able. A lot had happened in the past year during his debut as a fully fledged Pro Hero, though it seemed like nothing compared to the trials of two and a half years ago. Even now his thoughts would drift and he fought to stay grounded in the moment and not in the past and what ifs—the only thing he had control over was himself and his responses in the now.
"Yeah!" Uraraka clapped her hands together, drawing attention back to her. "There's a new café I've been hearing about I thought we should check out! That way we can sit down somewhere and catch up better, keep out of public eye, eat some stuff too…"
"Oh, they have good deals?" Kirishima's earnest question brought a fresh blush to her face, earning a snort from Katsuki.
"Y-yes but that's not the point! A girl can treat herself once in a while, you know?" Uraraka let out a huff before regaining her smile, eyes sparkling. "Plus apparently various Heroes have been seen there! Like Hawks! We might run into someone!"
"Technically we'd be part of those sightings." Todoroki pointed out to which Uraraka frantically waved her hands, exasperated, though a small smile tugged at the generally stoic young man's mouth.
"It sounds pretty cool, lead the way, Uraraka!" Kirishima urged, flashing a thumbs up. "I'm down for any chance to hang with any of the old gang!"
The group headed in the direction Uraraka pointed, with her leading. Apparently it was not too far of a walk though Uraraka and Kirishima took up chatting with one another, leaving Katsuki and Todoroki tailing them.
"You look calmer. Happier."
Katsuki glanced at Todoroki who simply slipped out his perception. Despite Todoroki being a few inches taller—probably going to eventually reach nearly the height of Endeavor—he was keeping an even pace. His heterochromatic eyes were fixated on Katsuki, his gaze lax but sharp.
"Same could be said for you though I can't imagine working under your old man is easy; you'd probably be able to form your own agency now." Katsuki countered, the family tension clear to anyone with a brain when they saw father and son together—especially given how Todoroki reacted when it came to his father when first attending U.A. Whatever baggage was there, Katsuki deducing bits and Todoroki hinting others, it was hard enough to get out of someone's shadow without it. He had his own issues with his mother but apparently nothing like what the Pro Hero and son had. Then again things had changed after Izuku disappeared, like the universe had slightly shifted realities and no one knew it.
"As much as I hate him, what he did, I can still learn from him, but on my terms. Endeavor the Hero is amazing, he's giving it his all, but as a father… I'm going to keep my eye on him." The Flame Hero had noticeably softened slightly in regard to his fans and the public gradually since becoming Number One, but was ever the fiery nightmare to villains—he was no All Might and seemed to be realizing that. Todoroki's gaze hardened for a moment, brow furrowing before relaxing as he looked back at Katsuki. "Any news?"
Katsuki felt the weight that shifted around in his stomach on occasion take its cue. It was obvious what Todoroki meant. There was only one thing he wanted to know despite swearing to let it go; it would nibble at him in quiet moments and the heat of battle but was better than before, yet unpredictable. He took a deep breath and shook his head. "No. Two and a half years and nothing. I don't expect to ever see him again or hear from him; I just… I hope he and his mom are safe. That's all I care about, they deserve to be safe and happy."
Only a few people knew the full story of Izuku and him, most merely knew what the news fed to the masses regarding the former—a biased snapshot. Those remaining and who knew Katsuki figured there was shared history and either kept to themselves or pried. Those people either got nothing or Katsuki told enough information that would still respect the other party's privacy—after all, the others in his class who had meet Izuku face to face, or seen his wanted photo, merely knew him as a villain: Deku. Todoroki never pried, only listened and observed and for that Katsuki confided a few details more within their last year together at U.A.
"I tried asking Hawks once if he knew anything." Katsuki snapped his head toward Todoroki so fast he heard his vertebrae pop, red eyes wide. "He randomly shows up around Endeavor and since he's with the Hero Commission I thought I'd ask and pass on the info. He just smiled and said it was classified, that he couldn't tell me even if I was Endeavor's son."
"Why?"
"He's a fan of Endeavor."
"I mean, thanks for trying but why?"
"That's what friends do. They try to help anyway they can. That is correct, isn't it?"
Todoroki looked so earnest, still trying to navigate the protocols of friendship; Katsuki couldn't help the smile that muscled its way to the surface. He shoved both hands into his pockets as the two continued on their way. "You're on the right track, just don't become a doormat over it—we all learn by experience." There was a pause, letting everything sink in. "Thanks, Todoroki. I owe you… I owe all you guys."
"It's nothing." Todoroki dismissed, his attention on Uraraka and Kirishima who had stopped. The two were looking up at something. Todoroki and Katsuki followed their gaze, attempting to see what was so fascinating.
"What are you—?" Katsuki didn't need to finish as there was the faint but clear sound of shrill maniacal laughter. A gleeful woman rocketed through the air, grasping two bulging suspicious sacks. They were witnessing a would-be robber in broad daylight. One who was in for a rude awakening.
"Looks like we're first on the scene!" Kirishima held up clenched fists, glancing at his comrades. "You guys up for a team up like old times?"
Katsuki felt a wide grin form, his pulse beginning to raise as his adrenaline spiked. Both hands were out of his pockets, "Like you have to ask, idiot."
"Of course!" Uraraka was brimming with confidence, hands splayed. "Maneuver: Swat Fly?"
Todoroki had slipped out of his jacket, hastily tossing it to someone nearby, "Please take care of this for me." Visible cold air was already raiding off his right side in preparation. "Ready."
Uraraka patted Katsuki and Kirishima on the back, nullifying their gravity. Underneath them Todoroki expelled ice that shot upwards, boosting the duo upwards in a large ice pillar that formed in seconds, extending toward the sky. The ice pillar stopped its formation and Katsuki grabbed onto Kirishima's forearm, sharing a devious grin. Katsuki flung an arm back, firing off an explosion that propelled the weightless duo toward the villain making her getaway with her back to them.
As Katsuki flew toward the villain the muscles in his arm holding Kirishima tightened. He swung it forward, flinging Kirishima like a human bowling ball—in full Riot Cannon fashion. With the combination of Zero Gravity and the propelled throw, Kirishima rocketed toward the airborne villain in the blink of an eye.
"Flight's been delayed!" Kirishima greeted as the woman was clearly caught off guard as the redhead appeared in her line of sight. His hardened arm slammed into her back before she could outmaneuver and the villain fell toward the ground, stunned. Katsuki, both arms free, propelled himself toward her effortlessly, snatching her out of midair and landing safely on the ground as Uraraka released her Quirk. Kirishima landed feet first into the pavement, his fully hardened body saving him from splattering.
Uraraka came rushing over, looking slightly winded but excited. "You guys good? Kirishima-kun, you dropped like a meteor!" Todoroki was attempting to provide crowd control, forming an ice barricade to block onlookers watching the scene, urging them to keep back while the villain was dealt with.
"I'm fine! Great teamwork! Riot Cannon never fails!" Kirishima beamed as he dusted himself off, "Insurance is going to have a time with that crater though." Indeed there was a divot in the pavement where he had landed, it being thankfully worse off than himself due to his extensive training. His interest turned to the perpetrator Katsuki was still holding onto, "Is she unconscious?"
"No, just winded." Katsuki let out a tsk, eyeing the loot the woman had managed to still hold onto. "Make sure she's subdued, we don't have any cuffs between us. We'll have to wait on Todoroki."
"Oh wow, is this from a jewelry store? Better call this in!" Uraraka's eyes were wide as she took a look inside one of the bags. There was a hint of wonder and envy in her voice though Katsuki could hardly blame her—rarely anyone saw that much of fine jewels in one place. She pulled out her cell phone and called the police to take over the scene.
"Check it out! That's Uravity!"
"You see that? That's Red Riot for you!"
"Oh my god, it's Deuce! He's even hotter in person!"
"So cool!"
Various noises from the gathered crowd filled the air, including sounds of photos clicking and videos being recorded. Still the U.A. alumni continued their work, Uraraka on the phone though she waved to the onlookers while Kirishima held the villain's arms in an iron grip, Todoroki keeping the crowd back while melting the ice pillar to clear the way.
"It's new heroes from U.A.!"
"Hey, isn't that Onslaught?
"No, now it's—"
Katuski tuned out the sounds as his gaze scanned over the crowd, assessing the area though he trusted Todoroki to manage. He tensed, his heart skipping a beat as his eyes widened. Amongst the civilians he thought he caught sight of green hair—fluffy wild green hair. Everything felt cold and hot at once, hope and anxiety warring for supremacy as his pulse quickened.
Is it…?
The thought didn't get far as sound seemed to be swallowed up, Katsuki's ears popping. He spun around to see the villain wrestling out of Kirishima's grip, air whipping around her. Mini tornadoes seemed to form around her arms, forcing Kirishima to let go as he stumbled back, pushed by the growing hurricane force. Loose rubble from the crater Kirishima had made flew up, pelting Katsuki while Todoroki created a higher ice wall to protect the civilians. Katsuki grit his teeth as he felt light stinging from the bits of pavement, eyes on the villain.
Now wasn't the time.
"Look out!" Uraraka shouted as loudly as she could over the growing sound of turbulent wind. She was crouched on the ground, bracing herself as she slid back. The wind was getting louder, sounding as if they were caught in a brewing monsoon.
The villain was lifting off the ground, laughing as she managed to grab one bag of the stolen goods. Kirishima, literally digging in his heels, went after her, launching himself forward only to be whacked in the head by the bag with a loud clang. The woman dove for the other bag as Kirishima staggered before she flew upwards, loot in hand.
"No, you don't!" Kirishima leapt, latching onto the woman's leg. He was met with a kick to the face that went unnoticed as his whole body was hardened as if covered in jagged armor. "Uravity!" He flung the villain toward Uraraka who had been darting around, edging away from the crowd. The brunette looked up, focused as she brought her hands together.
The villain rightened herself by unleashing a blast of wind, letting out a shout of triumph as she hovered in midair, still grasping her one bag. "You greenhorn Heroes—" A rain of pavement and chunks of ice pummeled her, knocking her to the ground as the barrage of debris obeyed the laws of gravity—courtesy of Uraraka's Meteor Shower. She staggered on her feet, clearly dazed to find herself back on the ground as well as possibly suffering a concussion.
"Deuce!" Katuski shouted and Todoroki sent a wave of ice toward the staggering villain. The woman miraculously got a second wind, leaping out of the way, albeit shaky, unleashing wind once more to propel herself. Blood tricked down from her hairline and she looked furious, a wild look in her eyes.
"1's not enough? Fine! Have Category 5!"
There was suddenly a vacuum, air seemingly beginning to be pulled from the lungs by invisible hands. The noise of the wind grew deafening though not enough to cover the sounds of shouting civilians before their cries got swept up. Todoroki's ice wall was doing its best to act as a windbreaker but it was no match for air being swept toward the epicenter that was the villain. Glass on the buildings rattled, cracks beginning to form.
It's going to get bad.
Katsuki released bursts of powerful explosions, propelling himself at the villain as he took a deep breath and held it. He brought one hand up, the other hand pointed behind him to provide thrust. He rocketed through the gale, entering the eye of the storm.
There was a look of surprise from the villain before his hand was nearly point blank in her face. The explosion he dealt was reduced but still packing tremendous force behind it, disrupting the windstorm with a jarring bang that dispelled the violent wind. The villain crashed into the ground, Katsuki right behind her.
"Stay down." Katsuki stood over the sprawled woman, cracking his knuckles for emphasis. His wrists lightly ached without his usual supports but he ignored it. The villain conveniently complied—namely because she had passed out. "Villain secured!" He called out as he pulled the unconscious culprit onto her knees, arms behind her back before stepping back as Todoroki approached. The dual hair toned young man reached out and grasped the woman's wrists, creating large arm restraints out of ice to make do until the police arrived with proper restraints. For good measure Todoroki rooted her to the spot with ice, allowing it to crawl up to her waist.
The whole ordeal was under seven minutes.
"Finally down?"
"After taking a hit from Bakubro? Positive."
Uraraka and Kirishima regarded the villain as they came over, earning a nod from Katsuki. Todoroki stepped away to finish melting the ice, Kirishima lending a hand to break it up while minding the crowd that cheered. Katsuki and Uraraka stood vigilant with the apprehended villain in case she attempted something again as she regained consciousness.
"Great work!" Uraraka praised once the police arrived after a few minutes, ushering the scowling villain into the back of a containment van. "Though today's supposed to be our day off but we couldn't just standby!"
"A Hero's work is never done." Todoroki had managed to reclaim his jacket after enduring a few selfies that reflected his enduring average lack of enthusiasm that some took as allure.
"You said it, dude!" Kirishima raised his fist for a fist bump that Todoroki slowly reciprocated, looking slightly pleased.
"Looks like the cops got everything they needed from our statements. It helps there's video evidence from various witnesses so that'll cut down on paperwork later." Katsuki informed as he rejoined the others, wrists no longer twinging.
"Ugh, paperwork. They don't warn you enough about that in school. Being a sidekick has its perks, it negates some of it verses as a solo Hero but having your own agency is truly manly!" Kirishima dread the thought of having to sit down and write out a report regarding his actions and testimony of the incident.
"Paperwork later, café first!" Uraraka insisted, reminding her friends of their original objective. "Especially after that I really could use something sweet!"
"Tea sounds good." Todoroki voiced, considering he should rehydrate.
"Let's go before something else comes up." Katsuki slipped his hands into his pockets as he cast one last look towards the van that held the villain. The others nodded and Uraraka coaxed them in the direction of the café once more.
The café was only a few minutes away, a few blocks over and thankfully they weren't slowed down by any more villain encounters or ambushing by adoring fans. A sign displayed Mighty Chances Café, hinting tribute to the Symbol of Peace though from the outside there was no clear indicator to its namesake.
"Wow, nice place!" Kirishima praised as they entered, looking around. Various framed images hung on the wall though the biggest was one of All Might extending a hand toward the viewer with an iconic smile. Next to it was a plaque that was hard to make out from afar but it looked official.
"Smells so good!" Ochako had a euphoric look on her face as the aromas wafted. Todoroki nodded silently in agreement as they ventured in further.
Katsuki's gaze swept over the sizable café, taking in its surroundings better. There weren't many customers seated but it wasn't surprising given the time of day. The atmosphere was open and welcoming, not a typical café that was more inclined towards a specific group or interest but a middle ground for anyone. "So what's the story on this place?"
"Well, there's a rumor it offers jobs to people with minor offenses or who are adjusting to outside prison life. But due to various sightings of Heroes coming here it's gaining attention despite not being open that long!"
"The plaque seems to indicate that." Todoroki's attention was next to the All Might picture.
"Wow, really? You'd think people would be wary." Kirishima attempted to keep his voice down to not disturb the customers though his eyes were widened in awe.
"The thought of seeing big names like Hawks and others probably dissuades caution. But it's not like they're here to crack down, there's even a photo of Hawks leaving with food!" Uraraka pulled out her phone and fiddled with it before showing the others a photo of the winged Hero clearly leaving through the same doors they'd just come through, bag in hand with part of the cafe's name visible on it and drink in hand.
"Here's taikyaki, per usual." A man with spiky turquoise hair and a goatee informed, placing a plate down in front of a costumer in the corner of the café. "And one black coffee. That it?"
"For now, Kugizaki. Go take that break of yours so I can eat in peace." A small bearded elderly man dismissively waved his hand at the worker, yellow eyes fixated on the taiyaki that spoke volumes of affection. Something about his voice and spiky short grey hair added a sense of familiarly to Katsuki who stared for a few moments, thinking. He'd seen him somewhere before…
Wasn't it at the hospital?
That time he had seen All Might before he died, he'd passed a short scrawny elderly Hero who had just left the Symbol of Peace's room. Could it be?
"Usual customer, usual pain in my ass." The spiky haired man mumbled as he turned away, hardly professional and probably betting on the elderly man lacking a keen sense of hearing. His slanted yellow eyes rolled as he moved toward the counter, ignoring Katsuki and the others. "Can't fool me, pops."
"Ey, Soga! Ya off yet?" A turquoise lizard man called as he stuck his head instead the cafe, a taller and bigger man with dark skin right behind him who was bald except for a small flame centered on top. Both had teasing grins on their faces, clearly up for some mischief if not light heckling of their friend.
"Inna minute! Quick disturbing the atmosphere!" The man snapped as he headed toward the back of the café, pulling off his apron. "Someone will be out to take your order in just a minute. Take your time." He directed at the quartet in a surprisingly civil tone and expression despite his sharp teeth, gesturing to the menu before disappearing.
"Hm, reminds me of someone." Uraraka teased with a grin, eying at Katsuki who let out a grunt, unable to deny it as both Kirishima and Todoroki nodded.
"Kacchan?"
The world screeched to a halt, a chill running up Katsuki's spin at the soft yet familiar voice that was full of disbelief. His eyes snapped toward the counter, his breath catching and pulse quickening in anticipation. Doubt whispered in his ear, telling him it was just like all those times he caught phantoms—reminding him it was all in his head, results of his remorse and lingering guilt.
It couldn't be.
Behind the cash register stood a young man with all too familiar freckles and curly green hair. It was longer than last Katsuki had seen him, almost reminiscent of their childhood. Green eyes that were wide met his own astonished gaze as both stared at each other, time lost—he was wearing an apron with the café's name on it and what Katsuki mistook as a choker styled necklace until the green circle in the middle seemed to pulse slightly, revealing itself to be a light. Words caught in Katsuki's throat, thoughts rushing through his head before vanishing and leaving a void.
H-how?
Izuku's gaze shifted first, focusing on Katsuki's friends. His surprised look shifted to one of recognition and regret. "You guys…" The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees and surely a dropped pin would be heard as a resounding thud. Either the other customers didn't notice or they were watching in captive silence as if they had front row tickets to an exclusive show.
Uraraka looked tense as well as Todoroki, Kirishima trying to figure out the best response as he looked between the two parties. Uraraka's gaze went to the ground as her eyebrows pinched together with either worry or anger, contemplating. Todoroki remained rooted to the spot, his piercing gaze unblinking.
"I thought I'd never see you again." Katsuki breathed, his feet like lead and his head buzzing. Strangely he didn't feel clammy, his body seemingly in a state of shock as it slowly remembered how to function. He wanted to move forward but couldn't, to make sure it was real. That Izuku was alive and seemingly well right in front of him after disappearing again two and a half years ago.
Izuku's expression softened as his gaze dropped. "Neither did I… not in person anyway." He looked back at Katsuki before shifting to the other three, his expression almost pained. "I… I deeply apologize. For the trouble I caused you." He bowed toward Uraraka and Todoroki, clearly recalling them from the incident with the Noumu before his capture.
Katsuki didn't know what to say, couldn't say anything as he recognized the same remorse he felt. He couldn't interrupt.
"Ochako Uraraka." Izuku's head snapped up to see Uraraka offering a soft smile, stepping closer to stand with Katsuki. All resentment for the time he had captured her was apparently gone though the memory clearly still stung but she was making an attempt. "We weren't properly introduced last time."
"Shouto Todoroki." Todoroki joined Katsuki's other side. He wasn't radiating an intensified cold from his right side but rather his usual chill that felt like standing next to an AC on the lowest setting, his gaze simply level.
"Name's Eijiro Kirishima!" Kirishima bolted forward, flashing a smile. His expression turned thoughtful as he scrutinized the green haired young man. "Y'know, you look kinda familiar…"
Everyone tensed except for the redhead, silently pleading him not to blurt out the publicized villain alias that might cause a panic if not ruin business. Katsuki had half a thought to wonder if his best friend really was thick enough in the head to not realize Izuku and Deku were the same person yet at the same time not.
"No way, man! Aren't you the kid who let me have that Crimson Riot shirt? Those freckles and green eyes!" Kirishima brightened, leaving the others confused except for what little knowledge they knew about his apparently irreplaceable shirt obtained at the mall years ago—it was like his Holy Grail.
"Kirishima-san… you remember that?" Izuku seemed to mull over the name for a moment, looking uncertain. He appeared to be taking in Kirishima, trying to place him and compare him to whatever memory he had of the alleged event. His eyes flicked from the red eyes to the scar above the right one to the sharp teeth.
"Of course! It's one of my prized possessions! I never caught your name back then but seriously, thanks!" Kirishima thrust his hand out and Izuku tentatively took it, offering a polite though awkward handshake. "It's okay if you don't recognize me, I am a bit taller and no longer a brunette."
"I'm—"
"Yo, Midoriya. I'm heading out! Guys in the back should be good." The man from earlier reported as he emerged from the back. He paused as he took in the scene, eyes narrowing with suspicion as he tensed, mouth threatening to form into a scowl. "You good?"
"Yeah, Kugizaki-san. Thanks." Izuku nodded, waving his now freed hand while Kirishima offered a sincere toothy smile near the counter. "See you in a bit."
"See you." The man gave a nod, his piercing look unrelenting before heading for the door. His friends audibly greeted him to which he immediately told them off as the door closed. The atmosphere of the café shifted and it felt lighter, various noises taking over once more. Katsuki didn't miss the protective vibe Kugizaki radiated, who perhaps was one of the supervisors who was all too wise of the world and its thoughts of villains—the man's body language said it all.
Don't start anything.
This place was Izuku's fresh start. A second chance at life while trying not to worry about his past dragging him back down. Others in the establishment probably shared similar stories and thus it was their safe haven to attempt to reintegrate into society. And his past had waltzed in through the front door, Katsuki grasping for an idea of what to do for this reunion he both longed for and feared.
If only I could restart.
The words from a Quirk shared memory came to mind, bright amidst the mess of thoughts. That clear feeling of yearning to start over, to wipe the slate clean the best one could and move forward. To go on differently as Katsuki had decided for himself, to forge a new path, choose a new name, all while using the past to push himself to do better and avoid falling into the same mistakes. That day at the tree bridge seemed to be the mark of the end of a long chapter in both their lives, opening to another as Izuku apparently made peace to move on.
They were both different people now. They would never forget, but it didn't stop them from getting on with their lives and continuing to grow.
"I'm Katsuki Bakugou." Katsuki spoke up, earning a look of surprise from Izuku. The latter searched the former's face, slight confusion but also hope evident in his own expression. The blond relaxed, feeling anxiety slip away as he met Izuku's gaze to show he was earnest, that he wasn't running away by pretending not to know his long time victim—only that he was acknowledging Izuku's desire and respecting it. He swallowed the lump in his throat. "Nice place you've got here."
Izuku's expression softened with realization and he smiled, an earnest smile Katsuki hadn't seen since they were kids long before the bullying took its toll. A small laugh escaped him, full of relief and gratefulness. "Izuku Midoriya. And thank you."
There was a deeper meaning to those words, a hint of emotion slipping in as the two former friends stood across from each other as equals and new people. Despite not being the only two in the room it seemed like the rest of the world faded away and each understood each other, acknowledging the other.
Izuku's smile widened as he regarded the group, silently thanking them as well. He straightened, looking professional as he greeted them with a polite smile, warm and inviting. "Welcome to Mighty Chances. May I take your order?"
"Ugh, it's no fun watching from afar! I wanna go in there!"
"Don't you dare."
"No one will know~ I can be anyone!"
"He's no longer part of the League. We have no business with him." Tomura's raspy voice was firm, his gaze locked onto the café. He was nestled against a building across the street and down, a hoodie pulled up to hide his long messy hair, "Father" absent from his face but safety tucked into his pocket.
"And yet here we are." Dabi noted, a few steps away. He sported a full length jacket and hat that hid his jet black spiky hair and wore a medical mask to cover his distinguishing piercings and discolored raw flesh jaw. There was a clear smile in his voice as he glanced at Tomura with his ever lax gaze.
"You're the ones who tagged along."
"Ooo, Tomura-kun isn't denying it!" Toga grinned, her hair down and wearing sunglasses. She popped a bubble with her gum, eying the light haired man with pure glee. "I wanna see Dekkun! It's been forever!"
"We've been over this, it's just us. He left."
"Then how come you check up every so often like now out of sight? This isn't the first time since word he resurfaced." Dabi probed, his casual tone hinting a tease that Tomura noted with annoyance. "Sounds like you're keeping special tabs on someone who supposedly cut ties."
"Dabi-kun's right! You've been sneaking out! No fair, you've seen him more than us!"
"You spying on me? I do what I want. I'm the leader. I'm just observing for sake of the League."
"Sure. Like you believe Lit—he would squeal. Besides, someone else could snitch on him to you."
"Shut up. I didn't ask for your commentary."
"Bet he wouldn't be so irritable if Jin-kun was able to make a double of Dekkun." Toga looked at Dabi with a knowing expression, earning a faint nod. "We all miss him, Tomura-kun's just too proud to admit it~"
"I am not!" Tomura snapped as Toga grinned at him with her signature cheshire cat smile.
"See~?"
"They say absence makes the heart grow fonder." Dabi's gaze fell back on the café, his mind no longer on the one he called Little Boss. He'd seen familiar red and white hair entering with a group some minutes ago, his interest growing in momentary curiosity while Tomura and Toga were distracted with their squabbling. An amused hum escaped him at the thought of an inevitable meeting within the café, a smile forming underneath his mask. It was a twist he didn't expect though he knew his secret was safe with Deku, the person who was perhaps almost as much of an enigma as himself.
He would continue to mercilessly give Tomura flack for hiding in the shadows and spying as it was all too familiar—he had kept tabs on his family for years. For the most part he was able to let that past life go except for an ember of curiosity regardless of his general apathy save for his explosions of passion that literally burned hot. Despite his apathetic behavior with the others, he seethed at the fact Endeavor was holding his own as the Number One Hero, that the man had achieved his life long endeavor without his children—despite everything they had suffered, what he had suffered. Yet that was another life he had escaped from, albeit unconventional means, and found a different sort of dysfunctional family—one without the searing shadow cast over him and dictating his life.
He had a debt to pay and he would continue to keep an eye on his blood relatives from the shadows, especially Shouto who surely would overtake Endeavor one day. There was no need for them to know Touya was alive—that boy was gone except for the provided ashes Dabi had been born from. He was his own man now and the League was his home, the world his playground.
"Whatever. Can't leave Twice and Kurogiri alone too long. Supposed to have a new recruit. Master or Mister something." Tomura brushed off the comments as he refused to further humor Toga, drawing out his phone with his partially gloved hand—a suggestion made years ago. The wallpaper on the locked screen was of Dabi holding a younger Deku upside down by his ankles while Toga squatted next to him, pouring a cup of water into his mouth while he clearly choked; he had caught the trio trying to be rid of the youngest's hiccups and promptly snapped the photo for prosperity.
"Ooo I wonder who Giran-kun's bringing to play!" Toga brightened at the prospect before pouting. "Nobody will replace Dekkun. Never."
"Not a replacement. A new addition." Tomura's voice was sharp as he typed and sent a message. Within a few seconds a misty portal appeared in the shadows between the buildings where they stood, curtesy of Kurogiri. "Get in losers. No wasting time with that so called Brigade and whoever else still running around. It's like playing whack-a-mole."
"Whatever you say, Shigaraki." Dabi causally stepped into the portal and disappeared without a hint of his deep underlying thoughts.
"This sucks I didn't even get to see him." Toga whined, dragging her feet and she slipped through the portal, hardly acting like the young woman that she was.
Tomura turned toward the portal, casting a glance over his shoulder, red eyes searching. Through the front window he caught a glance of familiar green hair as its owner moved close enough to perhaps clean a table. The head came up, seemingly looking out but didn't notice Tomura before the figure turned away, body language relaxed. A mixture of frustration and pride twisted inside his gut, nostalgia nudging at him as the figure disappeared from view. An itch burned under his skin and he reached up to scratch his neck, ignoring the lotion in his pocket.
Deku had made his deal with Sensei and stuck with it to the end. He stayed true to his word and despite Tomura harboring conflicting feelings he wished he could simply use Decay on, he knew he could trust the teenager; he hadn't relented and decided to remain with the League. It had always been about business, no matter what familial feelings they had formed. That's how it'd started after all, an agreement with Sensei.
Deku was generally truthful even though he harbored his own secrets. Over the years he had slipped more about his past than Tomura, whose own was in pieces he didn't care to rightly recover and organize—not when he had Sensei and the League. Deku had always held a sense of vulnerability and innocence until one day it seemingly vanished—buried without a trace until it liked to peek out ever so slightly. The once squirt could be a little troll but was ever loyal, never backstabbing Tomura or his comrades even when faced with Overhaul and the Heroes.
Even after sustaining mortal wounds and nearly dying while on a mission for the League, Deku didn't squeal; he didn't turn traitor to get away that life. Thought of that revelation made Tomura's skin prickle even in the present and suddenly taking Overhaul's hands wasn't enough. Deku had been hurt on his watch and never blamed him, thankfully miraculously recovered by a girl with a Quirk too wild to control and expensive to cultivate. But the fact made Tomura grit his teeth, his skin crawling.
They were wards of Sensei, both taken in when no one else wanted them—Tomura in for the long haul and Deku until his mysterious conditions were fulfilled and pleased Sensei. Yet they were all each other had aside from Kurogiri after Sensei had been snatched away, thrown away in Tartarus until the man decided he was ready to emerge.
He knew one day it would come to an end yet it still stung, outweighing his sense of revenge fulfilled at All Might's demise. Ties were meant to be cut but something made him harbor concern and curiosity, making him bristle at the thought of danger towards Deku. He didn't expect the attachment that had formed, one that still drove him to think of his once foster brother—an unseen itch that couldn't be ignored or forgotten. Hearing through the grapevine wasn't enough, he had to see for himself what the other was up to after disappearing for two years before reappearing only a few months ago at the café.
A café where former villains could find work and move on to civilian life. A café where various Heroes dropped by, making it suicide for an active villain to waltz in—especially one publicly known like him. A place where "Deku" simply didn't exist and seemingly instead was remnants of the boy Tomura had met years ago. The person under the layers of Deku, separate from the League.
"Enjoy your new life, Izuku. I'll mind the League but make it my own until Sensei's return. I'm following my dream." Tomura turned, placing "Father" back onto his face before he slipped into the portal that shrank and disappeared once he was through, leaving no trace he had ever been there nor hint he would ever return.
Izuku sat on a grassy hillside that overlooked the city. A soft breeze brushed through the grass and lightly ruffled his hair. The sun was beginning its decent, casting red mingling with orange over the landscape. He took a deep breath, taking in the fresh air as well as a moment to ease the ting of anxiety that nestled in his chest. A sense of calm and peace nudged him gently reassuringly. The sounds of footsteps alerted him company had arrived.
"Thanks for meeting me here."
"No problem. As long as you're up for it." Kacchan answered as he approached, footsteps slow but deliberate as if not wishing to spook a nervous animal.
"Have a seat if you want. Plenty of room." Izuku gestured lightly beside him, casting a look towards the blond and smiling. "I figured there's a lot that's probably on your mind and you'd like some answers. A bit of catching up is due."
"Like I said before you don't have to do this." Kacchan remained standing though he was only a few feet away. His hands were in his jacket's pockets, clearly guarded and restraining himself. He had repeatedly expressed that sentiment over text, phone and in person multiple times.
"My idea, remember? I want to. The café isn't the best place, anywhere public really. I figured this way we can enjoy the view at least."
Kacchan hesitated for a few seconds, clearly debating before coming closer and taking a seat not too far from Izuku, minding the other's space. He seemed tired and worried, fumbling for words as he had probably rehearsed what to say a thousand times—Izuku had done so countless times but now it felt natural. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I am. I really mean it. Probably the best I've been in years. You?"
"I'm fine. I mean… yeah, I think I am. Having a few days to clear my head helped. It feels like a dream honestly."
"It's not like either of us was expecting to run into each other a few days ago." Izuku gave a lopsided grin. "Bet the others said it looked like we'd both seen a ghost."
"Mostly Kirishima." Kacchan let out a sigh before looking at the ground, avoiding the sunset and Izuku. "I didn't know you worked there. If it makes thing easier I'll stay away."
"It's fine. I've sorta been keeping tabs on you." Izuku's remark made the blond twitch slightly, his hands curling in the grass. He hurriedly pressed on. "Just general news! I can see you're really working hard to be a Hero. You're a different person now—we're both are. You don't have to feel guilty."
"But, it doesn't erase what I did. I can't ignore it, pretend it didn't happen. No way you did!" Kacchan's head snapped up, frustration in his voice as he strangled some emotion bubbling up in his throat. "I have to feel guilty or else I'm just some callous bully who might do it again or worse!"
"It's fine if you feel that way about the past, but it shouldn't hold you back. Guilt can shape who you are, influence what you do, but don't let it consume you, sabotaging and dictating your life. Remembering and seeking atonement through actions, making amends without letting guilt handicap you as some kind of retribution for those you hurt doesn't mean it isn't real justice… Suffering, whether by self-punishment or not, does not equal justice, no matter what society might tell you. I'm not just saying that."
Kacchan's attention was honed on Izuku, mouth slightly ajar. Izuku took a deep breath as he turned his attention back towards the sunset.
"I did something in the past too. It… was an accident. A horrible accident I'm solely responsible for. It shaped me into who I am, beyond the guilt and nightmares—I wanted to be better, in control and making sure I eliminated potential threats and protect despite being on the wrong side of the law…" Izuku paused as he trailed off, his heart aching at the memory. "I can't help not feeling guilty but I can't let it paralyze me and stop me from doing the right thing. And the first step to that was acknowledging what I had done, not denying out of horror, not hiding behind excuses nor from fear of repercussions."
"Was it… scary? Doing the right thing?"
"Of course. It can be just as scary as doing the wrong thing."
Wheels were clearly turning in Kacchan's head, a flash of recognition in his eyes. Perhaps he had hints of an idea thanks to Shinsuke showing him some if not parts of Izuku's memories, but only Shinsuke had seen in full the particular memory that scarred him far deeper than anything from his childhood—it had been his fault, no one to shift the blame to. Even if Katsuki didn't know the details, it was enough to provide context to what pieces he had.
"Besides, I forgave you some time ago." He added while Kacchan only stared with wide eyes.
"But… why…?"
"I'm not saying I can forget what happened. It shaped so many things in my life, left its scars on both of us, but… the pain is slowly fading. Bitterness only poisons yourself and those around you; forgiveness is so much harder but in the end it's liberating. I've been offered a second chance that I can't selfishly keep to myself—an opportunity through grace. Forgiveness isn't meant for a select some, but it doesn't always save you from consequences." Izuku gestured to his neck, pointing out the collar whose function he was certain the blond knew. "Sometimes we end up trading freedom for a while if not for the rest of our lives because of our choices. In the end, I think it's fair to say it's hard to give grace when you haven't received it."
"Weren't you pissed?"
"Yeah, it hurt to see you successful and accepted with seemingly no repercussions. I was mad… but I made my own choices. I can't blame others for what I agreed to, what I was part of."
No matter what others thought, breaking the laws or hurting others shouldn't be excused, even if others tried to understand the offender's motives and breath through their walls. Yet how many people believed someone at their core was always equal to the fragment of them seen in a single moment and condemned them for it as if it were their entire being? Izuku had the luxury of experiencing both sides and could only agree as an offender it was his choice, no matter what had lead him to the point. He had to be held accountable, not just others he thought had done worse or different than him—he couldn't be a hypocrite.
Kacchan's fists curled in the grass as he spoke, his voice tight with emotion, "I won't let myself forget but I don't know about stopping feeling guilty. You got the short end of the stick, I got a slap on the wrist if that. How can I justify acting like nothing happened, that I don't regret my actions?"
"Atonement, speaking from experience. You're simply living with it instead of letting it slowly kill you, but you don't pretend things are fine, it never happened or act like you've forgotten. Believe me, it's not easy." Izuku eyed Kacchan before looking over the cityscape bathed in warm colors. "You have to find what works for you since everyone is different. I haven't been doing it on my own."
Kacchan was clearly mulling as they sat in silence for a few moments. When he did speak his voice was soft, "What's next then?"
"Learning to forgive yourself." Izuku's reply was gentle, emotion clinging to it as his own guilt still nibbled at him. He took a deep breath, surrendering the feeling instead of holding onto it and telling himself he deserved it. "It's a never ending journey, with its own struggles and victories."
"Guess time will tell." Kacchan summed up and there was a faint sound of a phone buzzing. He reached into his pocket and quickly texted something before putting it away. "Thanks for being honest. You don't owe me anything—I owe you."
"Not really."
"It doesn't feel like it. I messed up your life, even when we were still friends. Well, me a so-called friend."
"Honestly, deep down I considered us friends for a long time." Izuku admitted, shifting his weight slightly. Words bubbled up, ready to be set free after years of fantasizing a moment like this. "I thought since we'd been childhood friends we still could be as we got older, despite everything. That it was just a phase to ride out, that I could prove I was—"
"That's dumb as hell!" Kacchan blurted, scowling at the mere thought. Frustration radiated from him as he visibly fought to contain himself, biting down on his anger to not let off any explosions let alone combust on the spot. "Thinking some asshole kid was worth being friends with, what kind of standards is that? There was nothing for you to prove!"
"I guess I tried seeing the best in people even when it hurt. A part of me didn't want to let go of what we had in the past and acknowledge it was the past; I clung to that nostalgia. But, unchecked loyalty and optimism can make you a doormat."
Or a punching bag.
"Damn, I really was horrible." Kacchan slammed his fist into the ground, grinding his teeth. "It wasn't you, I was just an ass. A brat with a huge ass ego and inferiority complex who took it out on you who didn't deserve it—none of it. It wasn't your fault, it was mine. My choices, my actions."
Izuku could only nod, feeling a weight lift upon hearing those words from his primary childhood tormentor. The words were somehow freeing and part of him was disappointed coming to terms with it on his own apparently wasn't enough. Not everyone got acknowledgement let alone an apology from their abuser for whatever harm they had inflicted whether intentional or not. Years ago he had accepted he would never hear an apology, that the hurt was a memory that sometimes ached but the anger and hurt felt at the time was gone. Yet here he was, experiencing a form of liberation he never dreamed of despite the peace he thought he had achieved.
"I know it'll never be enough, but I'm sorry. Hell, I'd throttle my snot nosed punk ass myself!" Kacchan punched his fist into his hand with a few pops for emphasis, jaw clenched as disgust was evident. Izuku felt should the blond ever met someone with a time travel Quirk he just might try for just one minute with his younger self and his cronies. "Sorry." He muttered, hastily smothering his hands and wiping off the excess sweat on the grass.
"I don't doubt that." Izuku let out a small laugh and grin despite tensing at the small explosions, muscle memory betraying what he fought hard to overcome. However, this time the iconic smell of the nitroglycerin with its sweet scent like caramel did not give him the urge to gag, traumatic memories associated with it quieted for once. "I know you mean it and… that's enough. You admitting it, the apology… everything helps."
A lull followed, both young men trying to figure out what to do next. There was only so much that could be said and done without pressing for more awkwardness as the natural direction of the conversation seemed spent.
Kacchan was the one to break the silence, letting out a grunt as he tossed a pebble, one arm hanging over a bent knee. "I was long overdue for a serious ass kicking; no wonder you hated me. I totally deserved getting my ass handed to me at the Bridge."
"I never hated you, just what you did to me as a kid—how you acted. I wanted you to acknowledge that I could hold my own. To prove that I stood a chance against you and that you weren't invincible like you thought. I wanted you to see me… but it manifested as it did, plus I did play it up a bit so I can see why you thought that."
"Played it up? Damn, had me guessing. You're a real actor, you know that?"
"Pent up frustration and growing up on a boatload of TV and movie dramas that usually have some theme about justice and revenge will get to you." Izuku shrugged, remembering how cathartic it felt to be able to go head to head with Kacchan after years of waiting, to no longer be stuck watching his back nor be left on the ground while the other stood above him. "I got really good with pretending, but it helped to have a grain of truth to act on. I'm… learning to be myself all the time. Therapy is helping."
"That's good… I've been seeing someone too, which I guess I have to thank you for."
"Oh, is it Shinsuke-san? I hope she's doing well. I really liked her." Izuku's interest piqued as he took a guess. "I was able to thank her once before I went off grid and she connected me with someone else since my… conditions sorta didn't let us continue to meet."
"Yeah, Shinsuke-san's really been helping… It wouldn't be the same if it wasn't her."
"I'm glad it's a good fit. Sometimes it takes a few tries." He felt peaceful Kacchan had found someone who was helping him, no resentment bubbling up. He had half a thought to ask just what Shinsuke had shown but figured it was best left unsaid at the present. There were other things he had to cover without dredging that up. "I really lucked out when I shouldn't have."
"Wait, how?"
"Everything but mostly my deal with the Hero Commission. Don't worry." Izuku assured as concern flickered across Katsuki's face, something that was foreign but didn't seem wrong. He lifted his left arm to show the device that looked like a smartwatch though it did seem slightly bulkier. "I am under observation, being they track my every move, but that's nothing. And the collar monitors the use of my Quirk, which is forbidden, as well as my vitals. With both I'm allowed to be a consultant and permitted freedom within certain parameters."
"Consultant?"
"Part of the deal is I have to meet with U.A.'s principal for discussions… like talk analysis and tactics. He really likes to pick my brain partly since I… uh, exposed some security concerns. I was off-grid under surveillance until this year, when I was given this form of parole but I've had to meet with Nedzu-san since around the time I made my deal. The Hero Commission tries to weigh in on it as well but there's things I can't say."
"The Principal?" Kacchan's expression was that of shock and sympathy. Apparently the blond had endured some of Nedzu's discussions, which wasn't surprising as U.A. Alumni; if he had a private session with the brilliant yet verbose creature who could make you think your brain was melting out of your ears Izuku felt a tinge of sympathy. "You weren't at U.A. this whole time, were you?"
"No. I can't say exactly but Nedzu-san would come to where I was and that's how it is still—I have to jump through hoops to be on U.A. grounds since the Hero Commission is really strict. He said he'd sneak me in on a weekend. I thought he was joking at first but I don't think so, not the way his eyes glinted."
"So… what's the deal with the café?"
"That… that's a bit more complicated." Izuku sighed as he smiled sadly. "It's part of a program that was started by All Might… right before he died. It took some time to go into effect but he created it so people like me had a second chance… a mighty big second chance."
"All Might?" Kacchan's gaze went from Izuku's face to his shirt which had MIGHTY across the chest. "That… makes sense."
"You had him as a teacher for a while but I only ever met him once… and despite how I acted he still wanted to help." Izuku felt tired, shame seeping into his bones but he pushed on. "I still don't really understand it, even though he left me a message… but he knew what the League was up to, what I was part of and still he reached out to me."
It still baffled him why the Symbol of Peace had done such a thing. Why the personal letter professing an apology for not saving him sooner? That he regretted not being able to see Izuku again but hoped he could leave a lasting impact by giving a resource to those slipping through society's cracks—something beyond being an admirable Hero setting a standard. Cracks he had noticed thanks to Izuku and the League. That he didn't blame Izuku and wanted to ensure a second chance to those society would otherwise ignore and punish for its flaws.
"This is the same guy we admired as kids you're talking about, right? That's just how he was, putting himself at risk to save others." Katsuki assured, voice soft as he looked at his hands. "Reaching out, always reassuring to chase away fear. A real Hero, like I'm trying to be."
"I'm not really one to say, but I think you're on your way. I'm kind of surprised you don't have your own agency yet."
"I'm working under Lemillion who set up his own agency a bit after graduating since Centipeder took over Nighteye's. But I'm going to have my own as soon as I better establish my name, once I've earned it."
"You mean as Ground Zero?" Izuku cocked an eyebrow as Kacchan looked serious, thinking of the blond's Hero Name. "It is a catchy, though why the change?"
"We both know Onslaught was bad, I'm surprised now that Midnight gave me a pass. But something you said stuck with me." Kacchan turned his gaze toward Izuku, sincerity radiating off of him. "You called the Bridge our ground zero and you were right. I never want to forget that; I wanted to show that to the world, to you, I won't hide from my past. I won't make the same mistakes and will do my damnedest to prevent similar things from happening. It just took a while to find who I really want to be."
"That makes sense… plus it sounds badass and terrifying to criminals. Do I get official creative credit?" Izuku's thoughtful smile turned teasing. "I know you say you want to earn it but I think you already have, Ground Zero."
"No, no way."
"My mom told me what you did for her. How every year for the anniversary of my disappearance your family would visit. How for the past few years you two spent my birthday together, keeping her company and making sure she was taking care of herself. And I don't care what your motive was… it helped her."
"That was nothing." Kacchan scoffed, eyebrows bunching together as he probably mentally flogged himself. "It doesn't count."
"It wasn't, not to her or me… thanks. I mean it." Izuku extended his hand toward Katsuki who stared at it for a moment. The blond slowly reached out and gently took the offered hand, warmth against cooler skin, and they gently shook.
"I…" Kacchan took a deep breath after the handshake was over. "This is really stupid but I'm… not sure how to address you."
Izuku couldn't help his look of surprise at the confession and instantly the blond seemed to grow self conscious, his ears turning slightly red as his gaze adverted out of shame. "I called you Deku for years but that was messed up—I can't keep calling you that, especially now. And we're not kids, but not exactly strangers, but you're starting over… You can call me whatever you like."
Where did they stand?
Silence hung in the air as Kacchan kept his gaze downcast and Izuku thought. The blond had a point, they weren't kids anymore—their relationship wasn't the same as back then. Even though he kept referring to the other as "Kacchan" that was a kiddy nickname from when they were in preschool, a time of familiarity that lasted a short while yet… "Deku" had never been a nickname out of fondness and now it held a notoriety—another side of himself he swore never again to take up, a persona that was a means to an ends.
"Kacchan" was just a habit from a time far past yesterday and came with baggage—for the both of them.
They were grown now, they were changed.
One a Pro Hero and the other an ex-villain.
Yet under all that, here on the hill, they were just people.
"Izuku." He spoke after a few moments, feeling certainty about his decision. A small smile formed as he looked at his company, expression gentle. "It'd be nice to have someone besides my mom call me that. Someone who knew me before everything and now. If… you're okay with that, Katsuki."
Nothing could erase their history but it was a new start for both of them they agreed on. A soft reset. Not quite friends but on friendly terms and perhaps eventually actual friends.
Kacchan—Katsuki—seemed to be processing, somewhat surprised before a grin of his own formed. "Just don't tell me off like my mom."
"I don't think I'll ever reach your mom's level, but I'll keep it in mind." Mischievousness twinkled in Izuku's eyes. "She get on you about your scar?" He gestured with his chin at Katsuki's left eyebrow.
"Psh, kinda. Nagged about not being quick enough to dodge while fussing it could have been my eye and to be more careful." Katsuki's eyes flicked to Izuku's mostly covered arms and the few scars that peeked out from under the nearly full length sleeves. "But it's all part of the job, things happen."
"On the bright side, you can change your story every time someone asks about it. Bet the internet would blow up over the debate until someone produces footage."
"Tempting."
"But you've always been somewhat of a straight shooter."
"People change, hopefully for the better. But if it's a compliment I'll take it." Katsuki shrugged and earned a nod from Izuku as they both turned their attention toward the sunset, a sense of comfort falling over them.
There was a faint buzz and the blond fished into his pocket once more for his phone before pocketing it. A few minutes of tranquil silence followed before he spoke, "Y'know, there's someone who's been wanting to see you, asking in fact. Figured now's the best time if any, if you're up for it."
Izuku froze, his smile twisting to mild confusion and worry. He felt his heart quicken as anxiety started to set in at the prospect of who it could be. His gaze shifted to the ground before flicking back to a grinning Katsuki, no hint of malice but possible mischief. "Oh...?"
"Deku-san!"
He twitched at the name though the voice sent a ripple of familiarity though him, sparking a brief warmth in his heart. He whirled around toward the sound of rushing feet, eyes wide with disbelief. His vision was assaulted by the combo of a bright green outfit and a brilliant smile—he wasn't sure which was more blinding though his mind was busy tripping over comprehending the newcomer. He blinked as he took in the smaller figure.
"E-Eri-chan?"
The girl smiled wider, rocking on her heels as she stood nearby, seemingly selectively shy. She was dressed in a frilly green outfit with a cat mascot on it that he vaguely recognized. Her long hair was pulled back into an intricate braid, leaving only two long locks free on either side of her face. Her horn was noticeably smaller as well, just past being a bud and she was taller. Eri was nothing like how he'd last seen her: subdued, afraid and dressed in drab clothing. Happiness radiated from her without a shred of fear, her clothing clearly something she was happy with rather than was merely provided.
"Wha... how...?" Izuku looked from her to a smirking Katsuki.
"Like I said, she's been asking about you. Though it took convincing Aizawa-sensei, Eraserhead." He nodded towards where Eri had come from, acknowledging the silent dark clad figure who stood nearby on the alert. "Seems like it took some arrangement, some bureaucracy BS but don't think about it too much."
"Why…?"
"She wanted to see you."
"Why do this for me?"
Katsuki was silent for a few moments before he took a breath. "It's selfish, but I'd like to show you what a real friend is like—even if you allow only this once. I'm not denying what I did, I just want to make it right. No matter if you decide never to trust me as a friend."
Izuku stared at Katsuki, his brain buzzing as his heart was in his throat.
"Deku-san." Eri drew his attention, looking at him with shimmering red eyes, her hands balled. She took a deep breath as he stared. "Thank you for keeping your promise!" She gave a bow, cheeks flushed before she popped back up, smiling broadly. "You're my Hero!"
His eyes stung and he only became aware that he was crying when Eri's face showed concern, feeling the hot tears down his face only after. Katsuki was looking concerned as well, uncertain what to do.
"Deku-san? Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I am." He smiled as he wiped his face, looking at the little girl who was alive before him. "I'm just so happy." A laugh escaped him and more tears slipped out, urging more laughter as relief washed over him. Eri hung back a few moments before rushing forward, flinging her arms around his neck in an embrace.
"It's okay, I'm here." Eri whispered, giving him a squeeze. He froze at her touch, hesitant and confused. Slowly he reached up and gently returned the hug, recalling the short but harrowing time they spent together in Overhaul's hideout. The world seemed to drift away as the two embraced, soaking up the reunion neither had thought possible. She pulled away first, smiling as she looked at his face, "I like your eyes. They're like a green field. Peaceful and warm."
From behind he noticed Eraserhead had ventured a bit closer, keeping a careful eye on the two. The man, hands in his pockets, gave him a faint nod that Izuku returned in kind as Eri focused on him. A feeling bubbled up in his chest and he knew more tears were coming as relief and gratitude seemed to be set on overflow.
"Thanks." He managed around his tears, smiling at her. His gaze shifted to Katsuki as well, giving the blond a nod. "Thank you."
He was Izuku Midoriya.
Whatever the future held he would face it, good or bad.
It was a world with endless possibilities.
But he wasn't alone.