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Chapter 7: Light

Summary:

All-might and Katsuki

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(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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Katsuki doesn’t get it. 

He is dumbfounded at his numbness because how could he be so empty after receiving his provisional license? He passed. Just like everyone else in Class, he passed! He has dreamed about this moment over and over again. 

And yet.

He still feels sick.

 A cacophony of snarling, baritones, rasps, squeals ricochets through his head, spitting on everything this represents.It’s not at all a reward like he had hoped. It’s a condemnation. The holographic laminate of the ID Card mocks him with its many sneering faces. The HSPC logo glitters under the orange lighting of the stadium arena, then the changing rooms’ and even the bus, setting sun highlights the blank space next to the section for Hero Name. 

It’s empty. 

Provisionals don’t require one. A small symbol signifies he goes by his government name which is listed, for now, in small print below. Apparently, it’s a security risk he was told to use your name. He’s absolutely sure, however,  he’d feel infinitely worse if he’d slapped on any combination of letters to fill the gap, disrespecting everything Jeanist had preached to him. It's meaningless that he has had so many names to choose from, picked out for years, since before he fell in a creek when he was young or even developed his original quirk. 

Not a single one of the endless list he had collected over the years was  written on his provisional but Katsuki can imagine it inked on. And now? That sickens him. On the school bus back to UA, he racks his brain for every excuse he can think of for why the license sends him reeling in despair but the real reason sits back and festers. He swallows it down. It’s folded in the bile of his intestines, running with his saliva lubricating his throat. It continues to gargle in the fizz of his stomach as he slips away to his dorm. 

Katsuki is infinitely grateful that Aizawa and Present-Mic have escorted them today. Since his life went to shit, since his palms decayed rather than sparked, even just the beginning of a thought involving All Might chases Katsuki into his bathroom. There his stomach empties into the toilet basin. His hopes and dreams are flushed alongside his sick.

 


 

Toshinori felt particularly useless moping in UA before he accompanied the police escort from Gunga to Mustafu. It was stomach-twisting (for what was left of his) that Tsukauchi had even attempted to persuade him to stay at UA, but the moment he learnt young Bakugou was being transferred he knew he had to oversee it himself. The other teachers had commitments they could have rearranged, but despite being in the middle of his recovery, he had to see this through. 

As he sits in extremely awkward silence on a high speed train that doesn’t seem to go fast enough, he does not regret that he will never fight again in any capacity as a hero. Bakugou is safe. This is the final journey before Toshinori feels he has completed his career’s goal. All For One  was defeated by his hand and incarcenerated. Everything from now on passes on to young Midoriya as it was always meant to be. Toshinori's only duty left is to savour every moment and breath gifted to him after Kamino, lest he not deserve it by being ungrateful. 

Toshinori hoped his presence would be calming. Although, he can only imagine how it would feel to be Bakugou right now. Toshinori only leads the practical heroic’s classes so he doesn’t think him a particularly restless student. If anything, the boy  was eager in everything he did. Except now, the kid continues to shift on the seat, angling himself in all directions like a gyroscope. Toshinori notes that his own emaciated form does quite suffer to find an angle where his butt won’t immediately go numb from the stiff seats. These seats typically should be cushioned underneath the rigid geometric patterns of their upholstery but they  really, really are not. Toshinori can’t really do much about that. 

Notwithstanding, the seats are not the main factor in the boy’s discomfort. In Toshinori’s sunken eyes, the kid keeps eyeing his surroundings as if something nefarious will pop into existence on the upteenth time of checking. Unfortunately, that same feeling used to haunt him when he was much younger in the states and for obvious good reason. Now Toshinori would justify it by saying any good hero should be vigilant at every moment. There's a truth, though, toshinori now has to begin to accept. 

Soon, Toshinori will begin to accept that his sheer presence will never again be enough to quell each and  every worry of those around him. Naturally, to do nothing is not an option. His next idea flickers on as providing words of comfort and the idea- it brightens in his mind! 

Only… to dim, slightly.

In contrast, the view of the rising sun as it filters through the rifts of the mountainous valleys of the countryside is tantalizingly lovely,  sparkling with wanderlust  as the rays blaze into full morning. All Might has traveled the breadth and width of Japan but Toshinori cannot remember another time when he was able to contemplate the landscape like this.  The scenery flips as the shuttle into the mountain side. Suddenly his hollow, emaciated form of All Might haunts the window pane and ruins the moment. Toshinori looks away. 

David Shield once showed him pre-quirk era videos that were the theological basis for many quirk-centered cults in the US. They involved quirk mutations on sea-life in the pacific atolls which according to said cultists proceeded to infect pacific coast countries, resulting in the first quirked-child: a glowing chinese baby. The point is those videos often played a squashing boo-womp sound whenever a character was dismayed. 

Toshinori feels dismayed right now. It is hard not to notice the tension coiling the fists of the boy. Toshinori can only feel guilty that the boy’s trust has been broken enough to feel this wary about his safety. 

The problem is that, for all his record breaking wins and rescues and missions and achievements, Toshinori didn’t - could not -  stick around. As soon as the victims were unloading from his shoulder to brush the ground, All Might was already recoiling the next smash. He had some great, inspiring moments post-fight, mid interview but… bouts of inspiration are hard to come by when he is  not even the real reason Bakugou is here alive. This is a truth that makes him sigh. 

But that is no excuse. 

Still, his negative feelings permeate, cling to him around like clouds on a grey day. 

They’re on the second to last train carriage of the bullet train, meaning the hard seats are characteristic of the ultra- economy class to which they belong. A light police escort is scattered around them and two heroes that All Night fails to recognize and therefore have never broken the top 50, guard the doors. 

The opposite window on the train is blocked by two police, one officer with an elephant-like mutation scribbles paperwork. The other policewoman is also separated from her colleague by a table just like the one between him and Bakugou junior and senior. That officer is not so subtly scrolling through her phone on her lap, resting her head on the glass that buzzes with the hum of  the train. From the glow on her glasses, another dismayed sound rings in his head and makes Toshinori frown. 

She’s reading the tabloids.. 

He recognises the logo of the site and it is not in any way sympathetic to the boy’s difficult experiences since Kamino. 

She is right next to the boy's mother. From what Aizawa has told him she is a fierce woman who would take instant aggrievance to the officer’s scrolling. She is lucky the woman is asleep.

They’re on the first train which pierces through the dawn at a rapid rate. It was point of contention that left Nezu affronted given that the police had not trusted the school to know the location of the safe house. The family boarded at an even earlier stop when they were handed over. 

Maybe that is also why the conversation has been so stilted; both of the parents are sleeping; the officers are blinking or rubbing or yawning tiredness away from their faces;  only the kid is alert. The kid’s eyes continues to roam the carriage from the officers, along the corridors to the doors, to the form of his father next to him and then his mother on the opposite table.

Toshinori mulls over what to say, churns thoughts in his mind and at the tip of his tongue, but it all feels wrong. Tsukauchi had admitted the threats to the Bakugou’s had diminished midway through the summer and the league had been sighted multiple prefectures away. It was just easier to keep them far from the simmering resentment of press and angry guilt-ridden survivors of Kamino if they were in the middle of nowhere. Their escort is light today as a result but explaining this just feels a bit dismissive to Toshinori.  The kid steals away his train of thought regardless of the doubt that second-guesses Toshinori. 

“Has there- Best Jeanist, do you know if… What’s the news on him?” The boy asks. He has such a heavy voice for such a young man. It does not escape his notice the way the police around them turn rigid, or curiously flick their eyes towards them unsubtly. The kid’s head lays over his crossed arms on the table as he stares out to the other window past his mother. 

“Admittedly, I have not enquired about him. Selfishly, my own injuries took precedence of course.” When he tries to face All Might, young Bakugou’s eyes automatically lower.  As everyone else deflates, Toshinori absentmindedly rubs the cast around his broken arm. “I never really had the time before to interact with the lower ranks but I guess now… An injury like his is difficult to recover from. I should pay him a visit and when I do I shall extend you well wishes to him...”

The boy promptly retreats into his shoulders and decides silence is better. Toshinori feels that maybe he said something wrong. Probably. Most likely. He could try to amend what he said but the opportunity pops out of existence  while deliberating if he would have made it worse. 

The journey is otherwise calm and quiet as few words are traded. Toshinori is coming out of the toilet as the elder Bakugou’s wake up and it's the only time he sees any conversation between the kid and his father who leans in.  He imagines that being caged in one small cabin for half the summer couldn’t have been easy for any family. So, he is not surprised that, in contrast, Mrs Bakugou stays frosty the entire time. 

The boy’s father is excited to talk about his son but everything he choses veers too specifically to the running of UA. Toshinori, he feels they would defeat the whole purpose behind Nezu’s improved security protocols. When the father asks about the dorms, however, he still feels obligated to reassure him, especially with how uncomfortable the kid seems about his safety…

“Ah yes, the dorms - they will be fully contained within UA grounds,” he offers despite the strangers around him. It’s not that Toshinori doesn’t trust the police escort or the heroes with them but, realistically, he didn’t fight the corrupt forces of All For One and keep his quirk a secret for the better part of multiple decades because he was an exceptionally trusting hero. “They are built to the most conservative building codes and offer full ameniti-” 

“Full amenities? Hot water? Bathrooms?” The man’s eyes flash as he rattles off all the things he can think of, interrogating him in a lean over the table. “Washing machines? What electrical compliances-”

“Dad-” The boy tugs at his father who is incessant and continues. Toshinori is not cowed but he is surprised.

“Is there a curfew? A grocery shop? Kitch-”

“Dad!”

“What!” The boy grips his fathers wrist tightly. He looks down and back up to the boy's fierce scowl.

“Ah it's alright. These are all important questions but if I may, I reassure you that the students will all be completely cared for with round the clock care. ”

“Wow, what fantastic news! UA heroes are so well cared for!” the father says brightly. His excitement dissipates as he reclines into his seat. “I can’t think of a much more deserving group of elite few for all of that!” The man starts excitedly and then enunciates his last words slowly. Toshinori would have thought it somewhat confrontational if not for how proudly he smiles and holds his son’s gaze so confidently. 

Maybe the boy is embarrassed because he grinds his jaw and stares back. “I would have loved to have all of that Kacchan, when I was your age!” 

Toshinori chuckles along, albeit a bit awkwardly with how pointed or perhaps passionate these statements feel. Indeed, the man was very lively. Maybe it was just the use of the adorable nickname but Toshinori is actually immediately reminded of young Midoriya. The dark look the boy’s face threatens back is not so unlike what young Bakugou occasionally responds with to anything that Midoriya normally says. 

He once again - nor for the first or last time - wonders at their relationship. The extreme and dangerous lengths Midoriya will go to for this kid are hysterical in comparison to what he’d do for others. Midoriya’s selflessness is already so exceptional, that the thought alone is alarming. Toshinori is perceptive enough to know that the charged sensibilities between them are not at all one sided. Toshinori can’t quite muster up the gall to offer advice on matters of reconciliation given his own fraught relationships with … certain others. Even someone with a ten foot pole wouldn’t foolishly wish to poke whatever mess froths between them.  He only has hope it will mend itself.

Eventually their journey comes to a stop. 

As the boy stomps off the train closely followed by his father chattering excitedly, Toshinori hopes for the best between his successor and this boy. He knows their issues drive them to make foolish, brash and thoughtless decisions but he can see a future where they have a companionship that Toshinori always discarded, if all goes well. He is not blind that it would be better for everyone if Midoriya was different to him. After all, own solitude as the Number One has undoubtedly compounded the fallout from Kamino… Perhaps when the danger has passed, and the dust has fully settled around the consequences of his fight with All For One, Midoriya will be safe enough to share his burden. 

-He is jostled from his thoughts by the loud clacks of Bakugou Mitsuki’s steps past him. 

Just as he thinks she will pass him by, she pauses. 

She turns her head to him. 

Her face is blank but regardless he feels accosted under her piercing eyes. It is almost accusing and demanding. She allows silence to hang between them. 

Toshinori dares to retreat into his thoughts. For the moment, danger is everywhere. Some part of him whimpers, too softly to be heard, that he is not ready- doesn’t want to let go of all of this, his duty as a hero. The turbulent air drags the thought away as the train leaves them at the platform.

Bakugou Mitsuki walks on after an excruciatingly long moment. 

Fortunately for Japan, his personal feelings have never mattered all too much. What he has left is solely to keep Midoriya on the right path from now on. 

Consequently, Toshinori tries to knock some sense into the boy.  When he next sees him at Dagoba beach, his successor uses his quirk to slam into a very wet and snotty hug faster than Toshinori can put his hands on the boy's shoulder so as to shake the common sense into him. He only staggers back on the sand and does not fall on his backside because he is still a 7ft tall behemoth despite being very, very, very, very skinny. Skeletal even. 

Courtesy to All For One for the world's easiest get slim quick regime, he thinks blithely. 

He curls protectively over Midoriya whose distraught cries topple out of him in an avalanche of hiccuped apologies. His successor is a crier. That was established very early on but this is excessive and worrisome even for him. 

“My boy what has possesed you! What is wrong?” he exclaims. Even then, it takes a few pats to the back, a rub, and the calming weight of his hand on his unofficially-ward’s head, for him to calm down.

“I’m so sorry All Might! I’m - so-s-sorry. I kn-ow I broke your trust and you warn-ed us to leave it to the pros but I c-couldn’t just stand back,” The kid stumbles through his profuse apologies even as waterfalls of frustrated tears wash his face with the aid of rough hands furiously rubbing his face. The hiccuping, the snot, it’s all very ugly but what Toshinori actually minds is how apologetic the boy is! He thought he knew the young man enough to predict he’d get a half-apology for putting himself in danger and not a drip of remorse for saving his friend. He did not expect this. This much sobbing is too much. “I was too arrogant, I disregarded you and your expertise but please forgive me All Might! I -”

“-I am not mad at you, Young Midoriya, for doing what you thought was right,” All Might admits with a sigh. He ages further than he thought possible in the span of a sentence. He hopes that somewhere a mirthful Nana smirks teasingly at them, given that he is about to impart the exact same talk to his own successor that he himself once received. Midoriya seems to relax, partly, but he can see his emotions repressurising as he attempts to bottle it all within himself. “I was worried that you put yourself in danger again with immense disregard to your own self,” He tries to gauge his reaction but his boy frowns down at the grains of sand around their shoes, fists tightly balled up and tears brimming once more. Midoriya’s sense of courage is admirable but becomes so twisted sometimes.

“Above all, I am frustrated at myself that it took you kids to step in when I was, when the heroes were all stepping short of our responsibilities to you.” 

“But that’s the whole problem!” Midoriya explodes, flinging his tears with a whip of his face towards All Might’s, illuminating them with a flash of the lighting that strikes around his body, crackling from his fists. “I couldn’t save him. I didn’t do anything, again!”

Toshinori tries to quell his agitation with a bracing hand on his shoulder. The uncontrolled lightning bites, rumbling throughout his skin, forcing him to retreat. 

“I told myself I would never let Kacchan be hurt again, when the sludge villain got him. No matter how infuriating he is - he’s still Kacchan! And-and after you gave me your quirk -and and th-Then Kacchan was kidnapped and I was too weak to reach him and then at Kamino, I had it all planned out with the ramp- even factored in Kirishima and yet I still. Failed! I broke my promise, an oath I made to myself that I hadn’t even fucking realised I had even made!” The kid shouts and kicks the sand towards shore, so out of breath and riled, the thunder of his quirk claps a path through the shore, skimming across the sea’s horizon. The breeze lurches forward and rushes back over them.

Toshinori is once more overwhelmed by the connection between these two kids. 

Although, surely not more so than Midoriya himself. Holy smokings (or whatever David used to say)! Toshinori dreads to think about how he will convince Aizawa to help him help their boys hash out their problems. The kid's skin is crackling with short bursts of light, like sparks, as his breaths run ragged. He can’t even fully understand what the kid is trying to say through his monumental frustration. 

Toshinori decides that the best thing he can offer is the only thing he can think of: a hug. It triggers another avalanche of tears but Toshinori can admit he needs this too. The fear he felt needs to be spoken so it may find a way to  leave him. Hopefully with his solidarity, Midoriya can feel less alone in his anxiety. 

Afterall, Toshinori no longer needs to upkeep the veneer of invincibility he has curated all these years. And so he admits:

“When young Bakugou was missing from the bar- the hideout we raided first, it was one of the worst moments of my career. As his teacher, as the symbol of peace, the leading hero on the mission, I felt as if I had failed him, I was as gutted as much as you must ache now.” 

Toshinori trades some of his stature as a behemoth for the chance to truly meet Midoriya’s eyes. He wants Midoriya to see the truth. How Toshinori’s heart trembles at the catastrophe he meteored into that night. Young Bakugou all alone, shielding Jeanist’s dying, mutilated body from All For One with the league encircling them. It had plummeted Toshinori back to the day he lost Nana, launched him to the night he lost his stomach. To think what could have happened if the boy had been there any longer…

“We saw Kacchan in the warehouse just before the heroes burst in. I don’t know how long he was there but if it were not for Iida, I would have charged inside and messed it all up,” Midoriya sniffles. 

“Did you charge in? If you really wanted to, with One For All Young Iida could not have held you back, ”

“Well-no, yeah but it was Yaoyorozu who actually rescued Kacchan a-a-and it was Todoroki who made the ra- both ramps! Even if I did plan the move-”

“-riya, you must recognise and celebrate your successes.” It seems obvious to Toshinori but still, the boy slumps. There are many similarities between him and his protogé but the development of their respective self-confidence diverge excessively sometimes. 

“I just- I thought-  without Todoroki and Yaoyorozu… I just want to be like them, a better hero. The best! Someone who saves with a smile like you!”

Toshinori smiles briefly at his conviction, however naïve its origin. He is often glad for it and young Midoriya’s drive is one of the reasons Toshinori chose him. They say imitation is the highest form of flattery. Except for his successor, for him, it is a thickening chain that strangles his future. 

“Did you not?” Toshinori counters quickly. Midoriya pouts in response, seemingly forgetting the toddler he had saved at the camp. A rescue that landed him in hospital and a sight his own mother would surely remember for years to come. 

“No: If I had been stronger, he wouldn’t have been taken from the camp in the first place!” 

“Would you tell Young Bakugou that he was also too weak?”

“No!” Midoriya roars indignantly. Toshinori holds his gaze hoping- waiting it clicks and the wheels of rationalization whirl in the boy's head. His shimmering green eyes water as the futility of his stubbornness accumulates. 

“It’s not the same. If had just reached him-”

“Yes, if. What if? It’s true: you can only save those you can reach, my boy,” Toshinori resists physically rattling his successor like a marraca. He holds him securely by the shoulders instead and circles back in on what he really wants to say.  “You can only reach those that need saving, if you yourself are in one piece.” As he talks, he  slides his hand down to unfurl Midoriya's fist. He traces with his thumb the scar and abused misshapen hand and raises the boy's hand so it is between their eyes.  The poor boy still looks conflicted but at least Toshinori can see something shifting. Even if it is wishful thinking on his part, All Might takes  every win he gets. 

But it just won't do, abandoning such a miserable face on young Midoriya. So he gently pushes the boy's palm against to slap the kid’s freckled face to shock him out of his spiraling. Poor kiddo yelps and rubs it while looking rightfully embarrassed. 

“Promise me you will be more careful before you throw yourself into danger?” Toshinori asks once again, the pleading slides into his voice. “Especially when it comes to Young Bakugou.”

That makes Midoriya splutter like an exhaust pipe. Toshinori almost laughs at their youthfulness but he actually does expect a sincere response. Despite his protests that he'd push himself for anyone, Midoriya promises all the same. 

Toshinoris, for all his decades of experience, believes him.

In return, Toshinori vows to him and Midoriya Inko that he will devote himself to guardianship. He pours over guides, presentations, training, everything at his disposal to be a good mentor and teacher - not just to his successor - but his class as well. He has never shied away from failure so it does not shame him to carry around self-help books to class. If anything he hopes to inspire them so that they may come to their own realizations that seeking help is never shameful and never a maltimed endeavor. 

As much as he tries to provide his abundance of time with meaning, there is no amount of lesson-planning, fitness or research that can soothe his mind like hero work. For five years this uselessness has haunted his periphery but now it possesses him at every unguarded moment. At least when his “timer” used to run out there was a multitude of work Yagi could do. The what-ifs keep him awake more than the piles of pedantic insurance forms, endless arrest reports or blood-curdling case files ever did. Back  when he had less than 3 hours to serve the nation,  fatigue submerged him to unconsciousness immediately. 

 


 

It’s a small victory that at least on his first night in the dorms, Katsuki is alone. Since they completed the construction early, Katsuki was made to move in to enjoy the haunting stillness of the empty school. It's a blessing and a half because there’s no one he needs to avoid, he deleted all the social media apps on his phone  weeks ago and the fish-eyes of the CCTV in every other room are the only thing he’s faintly aware of. He can fill his waking hours with training until there's only buzzing filling his body from the tips of his whitening hair to the blistered heels of his feet, leaving his thoughts peacefully blank. 

He’s taken to developing more roundhouse kicks and swings that don't give the opportunity for his hands to go haywire. While he can’t neglect training decay - he literally needs it to use Explosion- he’s also set taking that secret to his grave. Which would be easier if Deku’s stalkerish tendencies weren’t clearly rubbing off on All Might. The walking skeleton, the intense reminder of his failings, sneaks up on Katsuki, looking grave, doesn’t say a word. 

 


 

Toshinori finds himself over and over again on the same bench at stupid hours of the morning and night. When his thoughts won't stop roiling and his stomach won't stop churning, he stretches out on the bench underneath the starlight. Sometimes, he has been joined in passing silence by Aizawa. 

The man is often affectionately labeled as the pariah of the Staff Room  by Toshinori’s younger colleagues for his “workaholic” tendencies. On the other hand, he personally admires the work ethic or patrolling, on-call service Eraserhead provides to the community. Obviously, Toshinori is concerned for the man’s wellbeing but he has always noticed Aizawa's … particular lack of enthusiasm for his presence. He never expected him to break the ice first, early into their return to campus. 

“ What keeps bringing you into the cold each night, Yagi?” the man says, as Toshinori sits down beside him. Today, Eraserhead is equipped with his bright yellow hiking sleeping bag. It acts like a giant marshmallow that wraps every limb  individually- the peak of outdoor living if Present Mic’s mocking is to be believed. The thought of that speech brings a tug to his mouth. It was made in a very persuasive bid as the Heroic’s teachers came together to brainstorm gifts for their colleagues' birthday. 

“I’m reporting back on a successful mission to Present Mic, it seems,” Toshinori deflects, quite amused in all honesty. Especially at the contrast between Aizawa’s harrumph and the slight coloring reddening his face. The cold, obviously.

They share companionable silence for a while. Or maybe not? Toshinori is quite caught up in his own thoughts, not even Aizawa slurping his jelly pouches really disturb him at all. Nor the sounds of the city's horizon. 

“At least, keep a lookout for students breaking curfew, so I can mark them down for their stealth skills,” Aizawa does cut in when the moon has reached its highest point. That is when Toshinori nods in receipt as he leaves, likely for work but hopefully for rest.

Toshinori is alone. 

Now he stares at the clear starry skies on eiyuu hill when he too really should be recuperating; Broken bones and cuts do not heal themselves. 

Still, he is very glad the UA dorms were reinstated despite the circumstances. Everything and everyone is equal under the stars, meaningless to their eternal indiscriminate flames. To think the great expanse of the sky is immutable, despite the half century that has passed since he last gazed in awe at their light, he finds it comforting.  His quirk often felt like any one of these very stars,  a bright burning sun. The power unwavering and righteously in his hands, unbowing and life-giving, it sustained his service every day for 50 years. Inheriting the will of many lifetimes under the same sky as his predecessors had continuously reassured Toshinori that their combined legacy of hope was perpetual and it would continue to be there in another 50 years.

Now,  his chest feels cold under his hand, no matter how hard he rubs it as if the friction could ignite the embers he already sacrificed in kamino. He would change so many things if it meant that his last stand at Kamino would never have happened at all. But if he were in the same position, staring down All For One would he make the same decision? 

Without question. 

Toshinori would give up his quirk time and time again in service to the public as their number one hero, the symbol of peace, as an inheritor to One for All. 

He thinks grimly of his future.

Notes:

Thank you so much to all of you that have kept on being interested in the story all these years.( :0 years is crazy) It has kept me writing and I will finish this story.

This chapter was actually written in Katsukis point of view but i got stuck in 2021. This version has been written since like january. But in celebration of the newest chapter lol i wanted to publish it. I hope you enjoyed it.

From here on out I'm planning on writing the majority from different characters pov with only short extracts of Katsukis thoughts littered through out rather than the flashbacks. I was originally going to split the work into two parts of a series so this is technically part two. The final chapter will be pov of Katsuki through all of this.

I have edited the first chapter and i want to rewrite all of the previous ones but not anyway that would affect the plot. more to make the prose flow better. I'll get around to that at some point.

As always, please expect long delays between chapters but a lot of love from me to you.

Notes:

This idea possessed me and now its here. This way I can procrastinate the other story but still be productive lol.

Also pls tell me if you think i should add a tag or something im still pretty new at this

Hope you enjoy :)