Chapter Text
Izuku had always thought fire would be louder.
He had imagined explosions.
Screaming.
Glass breaking.
A distant yell of triumph from Endeavor.
Something dramatic enough that everyone would know exactly what had happened.
Instead, the apartment was quiet.
Too quiet.
Izuku sat on the curb across the street, staring at the orange glow where his bedroom window used to be.
His knees were pulled against his chest.
His hands were tucked beneath his arms.
He didn't look at them.
He hadn't looked at them since he escaped the burning building.
Escaped. That felt like a lie.
The sirens of a fire truck rang out.
He flinched.
People were coming.
He new that.
People who were going to take one look at what he’d done and-
Izuku coughed.
The ground trembled as the vehicles made their way to his street.
He pushed himself to his feet, ashy hair falling in his face.
Then he ran.