The Flap of a Butterfly's Wings

Dancing With Our Laughter

   The first thing they did was have breakfast. Mistuki made red bean pancakes that seemed to melt in your mouth. It slightly overwhelmed Izuku at how fluffy and sweet they were, and he wished he could have eaten more.

    The morning was silent as they took the time to wake up (well, that was mostly just Katuki); Izuku enjoying how the sun shone from the windows and seemed to illuminate the whole room. He forgot how beautiful simple scenery was.

    He eyed Mistuki and Masaru drinking coffee, his mouth watering at the thought of the bitter beverage. Before he could stop himself, his mouth was already moving, "Can I have some of that?"

    The older Bakugou's looked confused while Katsuki had a look of disgust, "You want to try coffee? It's so bitter and disgusting!"

    Izuku was slightly insulted with the accusation, but quickly remembered that he used to loath coffee as well. He watched with a hopeful gaze when the two adults shared a look, hoping they would accept his request.

    Masaru smiled apologetically, and that was all he needed to know that his request had been declined. "I'm sorry, Zuku, but you're a little bit two young to be drinking coffee. How about you wait a bit longer, okay?" Izuku nodded, albeit disappointingly. He guessed that he would just have to sneak some during the night.

    "So, what do you two want to do today?" Mitsuki questioned, making Izuku's mind drift away from the coffee.

    "I want to give my mom some flowers." In the dampened mode swallowing the room, Izuku quickly waved his hand in front of his face, "Only if that's okay! I understand if you don't want to. I can always go by myself later."

    He was about to continue with his talking, but stopped once he felt two soft hands enveloped one of his own dried and cracked hands (he really needed to start using lotion). Katsuki lifted their hands with a determined look that made his face heat up in remembrance of the older version of Kacchan.

    "No! Let's go and visit Auntie Inko. I'm sure she'll be happy to see your nerdy face again."

    Tears balanced at the edge of Izuku's eye before a smile lit up his face and he nodded.

    "Well, I guess it's settled. Maybe we could eat somewhere for lunch after." Mistuki suggested. The thought of another meal made Izuku feel queasy; not being used to more than one meal a day. He needed to eat more to get stronger, so he supposes that he'll just have to try his best.

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   The drive to his mother's grave is more than less a peaceful drive. He doesn't miss the worried looks shown between Mitsuki and Masaru, nor the worried glances that Kacchan is sending him. Izuku doesn't acknowledge any of this, doesn't even know how. Instead he opts to stare outside. It's summer, just a little after his seventh birthday. The sun is gradient and the leaves are happily green.

   He grows antsy once they pull into the entrance of the graveyard. He wants to see his mom, even if it'll just be a grave.

   His grip on the white lilies they bought tightens as the car slows to a stop. He's out the door before the vehicle even has a chance to fully stop. Izuku doesn't even stumble as he paces his feet in front of him quickly, nearly forgetting about the others that came along with him.

   It's not long before the Bakugou's catch up to him, Mitsuki looking angry.

   "You can't just walk out of a moving car. It's dangerous!" A part of him wants to ignore her, or maybe say that compared to the other millions of things he's done, walking out of a moving car is safe compared to the others.