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“She’s dying. Though It’s not clear what she’s suffering from, or how to fix it. I’m sorry.”
Izuku felt his heart drop down to his stomach, and then threaten to come back out through his mouth as the need to throw up took over him. He gripped the handles of the oak chair, feeling it splinter slightly and peirce through his hand.
“I’m doing everything I can to keep her stable, but I can't keep at it forever.”
“So there’s, uhh– no cure…” Izuku asked softly, looking over at his Mom who was lying disturbingly still in the Doctor’s bed.
Aizawa looked at him with fear and sympathy, “no.”
Izuku’s eyes lost their light as he stared off at the wall, mind completely blank. The only thing churning was a repeat of ‘how?’, and ‘why?’.
“Midoriya?” Aizawa asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.
Izuku jumped, “ahh, yes?” he squeaked as he was snapped out of his trance.
“I know this is hard, it’s probably the hardest thing anyone has to hear in their life, but-” he suddenly got cut off by a soft voice.
“It’s… I'll be alright," Izuku said solemnly.
Aizawa looked down at Izuku for a moment, deep in thought. “You don’t have to be,” he rebuked.
Izuku took a breath in, of course he wasn’t okay, his mother, the only person he has in this life, is dying, and there is nothing he can do about it. “What else am I supposed to do,” he sniffled, trying with all his might to not burst out into tears. “Breaking down isn't going to help her, or me.”
“Emotions aren’t something to control Midoriya, the village will support both of you through these times without a second thought, just like you have for them many times over.”
Izuku’s lip quivered, “I don’t want–” his breath stuttered, “I just want her to be okay.”
“I know,” Aizawa said, putting his hand on Izuku’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.
There was a thick silence that filled the air. Aizawa had a look on his face like he had thought of something he shouldn't have, or like he ate something sour.
He looked at Izuku with a contemplative look on his face. “There is one thing I could try,” he said tentatively.
“What? What is it, I'll- I'll do anything," Izuku perked up.
AIzawa let out a sigh, “I was afraid you would say that,” he said, quiet enough that Izuku almost didn’t catch it.
After an awkward moment he got up from his seat, trekking across the room. He stopped in front of an old cabinet in the far corner. It was made from what was undoubtedly ash wood, a strong tree indeed, Izuku thought to himself. Come to think of it, he had never taken notice of the cabinet until now.
“How come I've never seen that before?” Izuku questioned.
Aizawa said, throwing a glance back, “it’s spelled, so you don’t notice it.”
“Oh.” Izuku let out, tried to imagine what could possibly be inside that cabinet, it looked like it had endured many more moons than even the black haired man. “Why?”
“It was passed down to me from my mentor, it goes back a long line. It’s full of spells and other magic remedies that only a few sorcerers ever learn. They can be unpredictable… dangerous in the wrong hands.,” he explained as he rummaged through it.
Suddenly in a moment of remembrance, he crouched down, pulling the bottom draw open with a creak. He took something out, though Izuku could not see from where he sat. Aizawa stood and stared at it for a while, his back turned to Izuku. It made the curly haired man nervous, that combined with the mystery of this enchanted cabinet. This had all come out of nowhere and suddenly Izuku was questioning what exactly Aizawa was doing.
What could he possibly be holding?
“You are the village’s golden boy Izuku, you’ve done a lot for everyone … I didn’t want to have to suggest this, but I know that if I have to give it to someone, it should be you.” he said, as he turned to face Izuku. He walked over to him, handing him a scrolled up piece of paper.
Izuku took the paper with shaky hands, his face scrunched with confusion. It wasn’t what he was expecting. “What is it?’
“Open it.”
Izuku took off the casing, unfurling the scroll. There was a paragraph of words in writing he didn’t understand, and beneath it, a picture of a plant with dozens of tiny bright orange petals blooming from the top. Izuku looked up with question in his eyes. “Wha-”
“It’s a butterfly weed, Asclepias tuberosa, it’s a healer.”
“I still don’t understand.”
“This flower is a magic plant that can heal anything. That writing there explains it,” he said, pointing to the cursive nonsense. “I can’t figure out what's hurting your Mother, so I can't extract it. But if I do a spell to infuse the properties of the plant to her immune system, it will heal anything.”
Izuku looked up at Aizawa like a lost dog. “How- this is all so confusing. I didn’t even know such a thing could exist.”
“It used to be found everywhere, a long time ago, but after the ice storm it only grows on and beyond the mountain.”
“The mountain?” Izuku asked, hoping deep in his heart he meant the ring of Mountains to the east.
“The Dragon’s Mountain,” Aizawa clarified.
“I see,” Izuku replied, his mind racing a million miles per hour.
“If you really want to save your Mom, that’s your answer.”
Aizawa walked away, leaving Izuku to think as he checked up on his Mother.
Izuku looked from the floor to his Mom, a sudden will power taking over, his once skipping heart was now beating against his chest. He stood up abruptly, almost knocking the chair and himself over. Aizawa’s eye flickered over his shoulder to see what the fuss was.
“Are you alright?-”
“Umm, thank you Mr Aizawa, for everything,” Izuku said with a trembling voice. “I'll think about it.”
Aizawa squinted at him momentarily, as if he could sense Izuku was up to something. He stood up straight, turned to Izuku as he spoke sternly. “Midroiya, you do understand that this isn’t an invitation to go get yourself killed.”
“I understand,” he responded, nodding his head.
“Alright, just take care of yourself Kid, I'll let you know if anything new occurs.”
Izuku bowed, and then bolted out the door.
Aizawa stared at the spot for a while, wondering what could’ve been going on in Izuku's mind.
Meanwhile Izuku was halfway down the street, huffing as he sped walked faster than he ever had in his life. He held the scroll tight between his splintered fingers.
His chance.
His invitation.
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Izuku spent the night pulling splinters out of his finger as his mind wandered. He still wasn’t used to being all by himself since his mother collapsed that fateful day only a week ago. So his mind continued to race as he made and ate dinner alone, when he bathed, and even now as he lies in his cotton sheets, unable to sleep due to a mix of the pain in his hands and head.
Izuku still remembers the day everyone of age in the village went off to be an Adventurer; Archers, Knights, Sorcerers… Swordsmen. Going off like that was all that Izuku had wanted as a kid. It was almost impossible to watch everyone leave without him. He fought with himself that day to not give in and follow them. It was his dream, yes, but he was no longer a child, he didn’t just get to choose the fantasy when the reality was his priorities were at home. So he didn’t. He made the responsible decision that day to stay home. Though regretfully, sometimes in the back of his mind he still wondered. He tried to get rid of the thoughts, telling himself that he would never make it to the next town alive. He hid behind fear and the need to be there for his Mother for years to keep him wandering any further than the lake, and it had worked for some time.
But now his Mother is gone– leaving– at least. As Izuku thought over what the Doctor had said earlier today as he stood in his office, he knew now that his fear of death was not as great as the fear of losing the only person he had left in the world. That was why he had become so determined. It didn’t take a second though to know he was going to get that flower and save his Mom.
Unlike what he thought Aizawa might assume, the thought that plagued his mind all night was not, ‘should I do it?’ it was a thought of ’how will i do it?’
The next morning Izuku got up early, overtaken by a new found feeling of determination. He hustled down the hallway, glancing sadly at his Mom’s empty room at the end. He entered the small dining room kitchen to make breakfast, and by making breakfast he meant eating cold leftovers from last night. He made sure to avoid anything that would make him sick, got dressed, and headed out.
Izuku jogged down the street, smiling at his concerned neighbours who must have already heard the news. He headed straight for the lake. It was kind of a safe place for Izuku to come and clear his mind– though right now Izuku was positive his mind didn’t need clearing, he was more sure than he had ever been.
The lake was slightly off from the village, It sat in an open plain outside of the gates. It was decently large with a good variety of fish that he used to feed himself and his Mom, and to sell to the butcher for a good price. He kept a sword behind the singular tree next to the water just in case a monster came out to try and kill him, but fortunately and unfortunately no such thing ever happened. He sat himself down at the single wooden deck, grabbing the wooden fishing rod he had left there from last time and all the times before. he basked in the dusk and early morning light for hours, til the sun eventually found a high spot in the sky, burning the back of his neck after a while. He caught enough fish to feed him for weeks, throwing them into his brown satchel, and headed off back home.
He pushed through the door and headed right to the kitchen. He threw the fish onto the wooden counter and grabbed a knife. He gutted them, salted them, then set them out of the window sill to dry out. He then bandaged his finger because he cut himself for the millionth time. There was a reason his Mom always cooked.
Izuku looked outside to see the sun sinking further than he would've liked, the fish took longer to prep than anticipated. He snatched his now fishy bag and ran back out the door, heading for the lunch time markets. He didn’t know where to start and bought an excessive amount of gear. He bought a rope, a canister, new needle and thread, a map, and a concerning amount of more stuff he probably didn’t need. Everyone stared at him with confusion and worry as he bustled through the streets. Izuku went back home again to check on the fish and to pack everything he now had. He stuffed a new larger bag he had bought with everything he had gotten at the market. He looked at it a bit troubled that it might blow off a button with how full it was. He then packed a selection of dried fruits, nuts, and the not-even-half-dried fish, along with the new filled canister of water and shoved those in the bag as well.
He continued tumbling around the house like this for ages, thinking of more and more things he might need to bring. The day was passing him by, and as the clouds shone with a hue of afternoon pinks, he suddenly remembered something key he had left back at the lake.
In a moment of anxiety he shoved the bag under his bed and crashed back through his door as he sprinted back to the lake. To Izuku’s dismay and bad luck he bashed right into something on the way, sending them both pummeling to the ground. The dirt around them blew up into their faces, leaving them coughing and wheezing. When the dust subsided Izuku looked up to apologize to whoever he had crashed into. To Izuku’s further bad luck it was none other than Mr Aizawa.
“Oh my gosh!”
“Midoriya” Aizawa questioned as he looked up to see. He rubbed his head where he collided with the ground
Izuku shot up to his knees, “I’m SO SORRY!” he shouted, covering his mouth in disbelief.
“It’s alright,” The older man responded as he stood, giving Izuku a helping hand. “Would you like to tell me why you were running so fast through the footpath?” he asked.
“Ummm, I just need to get some fish before sundown for dinner,” he explained, lying through his teeth.
Aizawa stood silent for a second. “I saw you come from that way earlier, plus it’s barely three.” He said, squinting at Izuku with suspicion.
Izuku started to sweat at being caught in his lie so easily.
“What were you doing over this side?” Izuku asked nervously.
Aizawa sighed, "I was coming to see you. I've gotten some worried words from people saying you’ve been running around all day. It’s good to see you out and about but I'm really questioning what you could possibly be doing.”
“I-” Izuku thought for a hot minute, trying to find a way out. Aizawa stared at him with a look that made Izuku shrink in on himself, and eventually he gave in and decided to tell the truth. “I was packing to leave,” he said with a defeated grumble.
Aizawa pursed his lips, his face making an expression as if he couldn’t believe what had come out of Izuku’s mouth. “Midoriya…” he said, his voice simmering with something of frustration, though it was clear he was trying to keep in check for the boy.
“You are not thinking straight right now-”
“I’m thinking very straight okay, I can save her, I can save my Mom, there’s no doubt in my mind that this is what I want to do,” Izuku interrupted, speaking firmly.
“Just because you want to doesn't mean you should. I told you specifically you weren’t to take what I gave you as an invitation to be stupid!” Aizawa said, his voice raising.
“So what am I supposed to do, sit back and wait for her to die?!” Izuku yelled back, his eyes pleading.
“There are plenty of other options to take, Midoriya, like hiring somebody to get it for you!”
“You said it was dangerous in the wrong hands!”
“I understand, but that doesn’t mean you need to do this by yourself.”
“You gave it to me.” Izuku said with hurt, his eyes stinging with a sudden overwhelming feeling of frustration. “I don’t have anything else to stay for in this place! I know you said the village can depend on me, but they don’t need me.” Izuku said, his voice trembling. “But I need to do this,” he said, putting a hand to his chest.
Aizawa stepped back, rubbing his temple in exasperation. He looked back to Izuku with sorrow in his eyes. “Look, I know you kid, and I know you don’t back down from things once you’ve set your mind on, but I'm begging you to at least take somebody with you.”
Izuku’s eyes flickered from the floor to the man in front of him. His fists were squeezing tight as his body rushed with the sudden feeling all the way down to his toes. “I- okay,” he said with a sigh.
Aizawa breathed deep. He took a minute to think, peering down at the dejected boy in front of him. “I heard there is somebody staying at the Inn for a few nights, you might find some luck there tomorrow.” he said, giving izuku a small smile.
“Thank you,” Izuku bowed. “And I'm sorry, you’re right, I might not have been thinking clearly,” he said, snuffling slightly.
“Take some real time to think about it tonight Midoriya,” Aizawa voiced earnestly.
“I will. Thank you, again, and sorry,” he replied awkwardly.
“It’s really alright, go on home now.”
“Okay.”
Izuku trudged home, feeling guilty, feeling upset, feeling a little relieved. He still wanted to do this, but he was glad Aizawa was there to reason with him a bit.
Izuku got home and went to his bedroom immediately, skipping dinner. He snuggled up to his sheets. The sun kept falling, but the warm light was still not enough to comfort him properly.
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Izuku awoke to the smell of fish wafting through the air. He groaned, remembering the bag he had left under his bed. He unpacked all of the gear that morning, along with the fish. It was a reminder that today he was going to go out and find an Adventurer today, a task that for some reason felt daunting. He knew it was going to be difficult to find someone willing to do something that dangerous, especially for the price he had to offer. Izuku cringed at remembering how he acted yesterday, stubbornly yelling at Aizawa who was just trying to knock some sense into him. Thinking he could go all the way to the mountain by himself. Izuku wasn’t any good to his Mom if he was dead that was for sure.
Izuku’s stomach grumbled from missing dinner the night before, so he ate the rest of the nuts and dried fruits he had put in there as he kept unpacking. Once he was done he hung the bag open out the window so it would air out and ruefully threw the fish out.
He ate a proper breakfast on his way through the village, his neighbours throwing him some bread and bacon as they saw the boy walking through. He got a few pity-filled greetings on his way to the Inn, which didn’t make him feel great, but he kept a small smile on his face nonetheless. He’s pretty sure that only made them feel worse for him, but Izuku didn’t mind. Izuku really was starting to feel positive, at least more than he had been for the past week or so. It wasn’t over yet.
The curly haired boy made it to the Inn, pushing through the large elm wood doors. They cracked open with a harsh swing, making the Inn owner glance over.
“Oh, Midoriya, how can I help you?” the lady asked with curiosity.
“Uh, Mr Aizawa told me there was an Adventurer staying here for a few days, I was just here to speak with them,” he explained with a nervous chuckle.
“No problem at all- oh wait, perfect timing he’s just come out of his room.”
Izuku’s heart was beating a little too quickly for his taste as he turned to look at the doorway on the other side of the room. Then it stopped completely.
Fuck.
What the hell?
Izuku bolted out of there, hurting his arm as he bashed through the heavy doors. He heard voices calling out to him from behind but he ignored it, racing straight back towards his house. Izuku had never run so fast in his life, he thought he came close yesterday but the ice cold terror that was flowing through him now was far more powerful than any determination he had.
Izuku rushed all the way home, but at the thought that someone might follow him there, he turned back around and made his way to the lake.
Izuku sat out there for a while. His feet dangling in the water as a school of goldfishes nibbled at his toes. He was still struck with disbelief.
The sight of those burning red eyes was playing over in his head.
Katsuki Bakugo.
Izuku hadn’t seen him since he left to become an Adventurer with everyone else. Izuku would like to describe him as his childhood friend, but their relationship was complicated beyond explanation, and repair.
Their parents used to be friends, so when they were growing up they would go and wreak havoc out in the field while the adults talked about whatever they did. They used to play as Adventurers all the time. But then one day Katsuki suddenly stopped talking to him. He became cold, mean even, and Izuku never understood why. He watched him leave that day thinking he would never see him again, never get an answer to why he hated him so much. But lo and behold here he was, back in the village. Izuku wasn’t sure when he had arrived considering he didn’t hear about it and it didn’t seem Aizawa did either.
Dammit. He needed to go talk to Aizawa.
“I don’t see what the problem is Midoriya,” the tired man grumbled.
“The problem is, Kachan hates me, or hated me at least. I haven't seen him in years, there's no way I can approach him let alone ask him to go on a life threatening journey with me!” Izuku explained, gripping his head as he was overcome with stress.
Aizawa tried to calm him down, not understanding what a life ending situation this way for the boy.
The tired man sighed, “Well, you can try and wait for someone else to come, but the travel window in and out of this area is closing due to the forest animals breeding season, it could be months before anyone comes back through the village.”
Izuku whined in exhaustion, just when he thought he could catch a break. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place right now.
“She’s not going to make it months, is she?” he asked mournfully.
“She will last a few months. However, you still have to travel all the way across the Kingdom and back, I can’t guarantee you will have that much time. It’s better to be safe than sorry, this might be your only option.”
Izuku thought for a moment. “Mmm, no.”
<hr>
The green haired boy spent days fighting with himself over this. He knew he was being completely unreasonable but he couldn’t help it. Along with his contemplation he also spent the last few days avoiding the blonde. Facing him at all was terrifying, but facing him after the scene he caused at the Inn was even worse.
Izuku found out that Katsuki had come to the village that night before, and that he had come a long way to see his parents. Izuku thought it was sweet at first, but then he realised Katsuki’s parents had probably heard about his Mom and that there was a possibility they might all come over to give their condolences. That was no good because Izuku couldn’t just run out of his own house.
Admittedly, one thing Izuki hasn’t learnt from the market gossip was how long Katsuki was going to be staging, and unfortunately that might be the one thing he needs to know. Begrudgingly, Izuku knew that Aizawa was right and Katsuki was his only real chance to save his Mom. Despite that he still just couldn't bring himself to go near him, so in the meantime he avoided him at all costs.
A few days into his ridiculous game of hide and seek, he went back to the Doctor to get updates on his Mom.
“What’s wrong?” Aizawa questioned, as if he could see right through him.
Izuku watched his Mother intently, as if he was waiting for her to suddenly wake up. He got that same feeling he had a few days ago, a desperation that turned into determination. “I have to do this for her,” he said.
He realized seeing her was enough to make up his mind.
“I can finish the checkup from here, she looks stable but if there’s anything new, as usual I'll let you know,” Aizawa said, giving Izuku a look that said ‘go’.
“Alright, thank you,” Izuku replied with gratuity, bowing deep to the black haired man.
Aizawa just nodded, and Izuku left again, heading straight for the Inn.
<hr>
Katsuki didn’t bother staying at his parents house. He was more willing to pay extra to stay across the village than have to deal with the alternative that was waking up to the old hag berating him.
He was tying and sorting the arrows he had bought earlier that day when he got a knock on the door. He stiffened.It was far too late to have room service or any other reasonable person. He thought back to the past few days. He knew exactly who it was.
Katsuki took a deep breath. He sauntered over to the door with a deep scowl painted on his face, and opened the door. And there he was, Izuku Midoriya, looking at him with those wide green eyes in the same way he did those years ago.
Katsuki had been utterly bewildered when the boy had charged out of the building a few days ago at the sight of him, though it became clear over some time as he watched him actively avoid him that he was afraid. Idiot. Katsuki deserved it to some degree. They went all their childhood playing with sticks as swords, and promising to become Adventurers together, but both of them changed. Katsuki started to resent him a little toward the end. So honestly he was quite relieved at first that the boy had been avoiding him. Though that didn’t last long.
Katsuki had thought about it more than he would like to admit on the way over; the scenario of him and Izuku reuniting, and it was never pleasant. But what Katsuki would never truly admit was that he had thought about Izuku a lot more than just in the past few weeks. Truthfully a part of him wanted to see Izuku, no matter how much the other stubborn part of him didn’t want to. Even with the way they left things Katsuki couldn’t help but wonder. What made it worse was when he heard from his parents that Auntie Inko was sick. He was completely taken aback, and not afraid to say, very upset. He loved that woman. But it didn’t make any of the contradicting feelings he had any better. It just helped the nagging voice in the back of his head make him fold.
Though don’t get it wrong, sympathy wasn’t the ending. Katsuki had managed to get through years of built up emotion under the guilt that Izuku’s Mom was ill. He swallowed his pride and went with the old hags to see Izuku despite everything, but he. Wasn’t. Home.
And it stayed that way for days.
Any other kind feelings he had slightly grown for Izuku over the past couple days had vanished immediately when it hit Katsuki just how much Izuku was doing just to avoid talking to him. He was pissed now, and rightfully so. He gave Izuku the benefit of the doubt, but no, he wasn’t worried, he was just an asshole. This is exactly the kind of shit he had hated Izuku for in the first place. Gods, maybe he should be scared now.
After feeling his blood boil for days, Katsuki thought, if Izuku was going to avoid him, he was going to avoid him harder.
But now here he was.
“Kachan.. Hi,” Izuku winced.
Katsuki glared at the boy. Wow, this made it so much worse.
“What are you doing here?” he spat like poison.
Izuku started to explain, but what quickly cut off, “listen, I-”
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Katsuki fumed. “Don’t think I didn't notice, Deku.”
The look Katsuki was giving Izuku was nothing short of fiery. It wasn’t hard to guess just how difficult this conversation was going to be.
“What?”
“What do you mean, ‘what’?”
“I…” Izuku tried finding his words, his mouth gaping like a fish. “I’m sorry that I avoided you Kachan, but I really need your help,” he replied a bit firmer.
“Why should I help you?” Katsuki responded, almost in shock. “I did you a favour by being civil enough to come into this place at all, and what do I get in return?”
Izuku frowned deep, his face pleading. Katsuki's scowl faltered for a second, watching Izuku before him. His eyes were teeming with hurt, and he didn’t know how to respond.
Katsuki quickly put his guard back up, replying, “I went to see you days ago, Deku, but you weren’t home. If you wanted my help you shouldn't have run away like a coward.”
“I know I’m– I really am sorry okay, but, I only avoided you because I knew you’d react like this!” Izuku said in defense.
“And how did you know that?!”
“Because you’re reacting this way right now!”
Katsuki scoffed, looking away as he shook his head.
“Look, i’m sorry, i’m really sorry, but please Kachan, I'll make it up to you, but this is important!”
Katsuki’s frown faded as he thought about Auntie Inko, and that look on Izuku’s face. He stood there for a moment, though he wasn’t thinking it over. Dammit! He was supposed to be furious but he felt it, that tug on his chest. How the fuck was he supposed to say not to him?
He slid his hand off the doorway, and into his pockets and he turned his gaze back to Izuku.
“Fine,” he said, far softer than he had intended.
Izuku’s eyes sparkled with a bit of hope at the response, ”really?” he asked.
“Yes, now hurry up before I change my mind!”
Izuku sprung up at that response, “Thank you, I– I promise I'll make it up to you!”
“Yeah whatever, this isn’t just for you.”
The two sat down at the small table in Katsuki’s room, Izuku setting down a paper in front of the blonde.
Katsuki analysed the image in front of him. “What exactly is that?” he asked sharply.
“Aizawa gave it to me, It’s a sorcery scroll,” Izuku replied.
“Yeah obviously, what the hell’s on it?” Katsuki asked.
“It’s called a butterfly weed. Aizawa told me that it’s an old healing plant, he said that the writing explains it all.” Izuku replied. “It’s my only chance to save my Mom.” Izuku added pensively.
“Do I want to guess where this stuff grows?” Katsuki questioned, looking at Izuku with raised eyebrows.
“The… mountain,” Izuku said faintly.
Katsuki stared at Izuku in thought. Being around Izuku was a dangerous thing for Katsuki, and he had just been severely reminded. This was just like when they were teenagers.
“You’re going to have to be more specific,” he murmured.
Izuku’s eyes flickered up to the blonde, taking a moment to remember what he was even going to say. “Uh, the North Mountain…” Izuku hesitated.
Katsuki let out a huff through his nose, crossing his arms.
“Hmm, last I checked Deku, that mountain is a little bit occupied,” he said.
“I-” Izuku choked out.
“I’m gonna assume that’s the problem?” Katsuki asked.
Izuku frowned at Katsuki, “it's a possible obstacle, yes.”
Katsuki chuckled a little, “right.”
“Kachan,” Izuku said, in a voice that caught Katsuki off guard. “I don't know who else to go to. I understand it's dangerous-”
“And stupid.”
“-and stupid. But, I need your help, please.”
Katsuki stood from his seat, leaving Izuku confused. He walked to the storage chest at the end of the bed, rummaging through it til he found what he was looking for. He walked back over to the green haired boy. “You’re dumb if you think I won't help, but I'm doing this for my awesomeness and your Mom,” he said, pointing at Izuku.
“Wha- wait seriously?”
“Seriously. Now, do you have any sort of plan?”
“Kachan, it's a lot to ask, you can think it over.”
“Shut up. Don't take back your words Izuku, and don't underestimate me. Now, do you have a plan, or not?”
Izuku paused at the name, looking at Katsuki with a sparkle in his eye. “No I hadn't gotten that far.”
“I thought so,” Katsuki grunted. He shoves a book into Izuku. “Meet me at the far end of the markets tomorrow morning,” he said. “Don't be late.”
Izuku looked down at the book, reading the title, ‘The Dragon's Mountain’. “Thank you,” he said sincerely. “I'll be on time,” he promised.
“You better be”
Izuku grabbed the paper and shoved it in his bag alongside the book. He walked himself to the door, as Katsuki stayed leaning on the table. He opened up and went to leave, turning at the last minute.
“Goodnight, Kachan, I'll see you tomorrow,” he smiled
“Yeah, goodnight,” Katsuki replied.
The door closed shut with a slam and the room filled with silencec.