![]() ![]() Izuku takes it carefully, holding it up to the light to peruse it.īy "us," Izuku sees she's referring to her and her brothers. Yuzurika thrusts her artwork toward him, face as serious as ever. He sighs minutely, because he literally just got up on this ladder to string a "Happy Birthday" banner over the living room archway, but he dutifully climbs back down so he can look at his five year old's latest masterpiece without breaking his neck. The small voice shouting at Izuku from somewhere down below is demanding, not asking. Zen turns toward them, and smiles that big, familiar, all-encompassing smile, the one that looks so much like Izuku's it makes Katsuki's heart ache to this day. Standing in the middle of cracked concrete and felled trees, hand outstretched toward the massive monster with teeth longer than he is tall, is their eldest son. He hears Shouto's intake of breath, feels more than sees the way Izuku goes absolutely still next to him. All three of them register the scene at the same moment. They crash down into the street at the exact same moment Shouto rips around the corner on a tidal wave of ice. He can't afford this, these hesitations, but the fear that overtakes him anytime the kids are involved… he's still not used to it. Izuku moves before he does-just a split second, but that horrible iciness still has a hold of Katsuki and he has to give himself a quick mental jolt before he's following, heart pounding. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.Īs if all his senses sharpen to a point, he hears it suddenly-a shrill scream that brings him spinning around, just in time to see a jet of fire sweep across the sky like a scorching laser. "They're at the house!" He made sure it was secure before leaving. His teeth are bared in that expression he's never quite managed to force into a smile when things are really bad. He's wild-eyed, pupils pinpricks of green in endless white. He wheels midair to see Izuku darting through the sky toward him. The beast needs to be dealt with, but it's mindless the villain who escaped is their priority, because they don't know the nature of his quirk, or if he plans to unleash even more monsters upon the city. Right now, anyway, the priority is the one who caused all this in the first place. He wants to fight, it's his nature, but he can't-not against that. This is not how today was supposed to go, Katsuki thinks, from where he flies above the chaos. And amidst it all, towering above the homes and apartments, a beast shambles through the wreckage, leaving the once idyllic neighborhood more and more broken in its wake. Whole trees lie toppled in the road, overhead power lines are snapped and tangled, walls are crumbled to rubble. Their familiar street, with its row of large, neatly lined houses-usually so quiet and comfortable-has become the scene of untold destruction.
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