From The Sidelines.

The Lake Party.

The water is warm on his skin, but salty on his tongue. Izuku leans his head back, dipping the back of his green hair into the ocean, and relaxes his body into the current of the waves. He thinks that he'd like to make this moment last forever.

And when Izuku opens his eyes again and straightens his head forward, he's met with the sight of Bakugo Katsuki, shoulder deep into the salty water, saying something he couldn't really make out through his water-clogged ears, against the backdrop of one of the most beautiful sunsets the city of Ise has seen.

Ise, if nothing else, is static: it doesn't really change much, just like its people. Sometimes, the thought is comforting. Other times, it's suffocating.

Even the sunsets don't change, always a beautiful array of colors painting the sky. Puffs of clouds in different hues of pinks, oranges, reds, and purples. But, no matter how beautiful a sunset is, you can only watch it so many times. No matter how delicious a dish is, you can only eat it so many times. No matter how euphoric a song is, you can only hear it so many times.

No matter how easy and comfortable a life is, you can only live it so many days. Before you begin to wish for change: crave it, thirst for it, desire it more than anything else. And Izuku has been feeling that for a while now ever since he was able to taste freedom.

Although the sunsets were gorgeous, it was so unchanging that Izuku sometimes wished it would rain. The rainfall during Spring and Summer months in Ise was not much, but when it did rain, it rained like hell.

Today was not one of the days where Izuku wished it would rain, because then the glow of the sunset behind Katsuki's blonde hair would disappear. Because then, the ocean water wouldn't be as warm. Because then, there wouldn't be the pink reflection of the sky on the water's surface like there is now.

When he came back to Earth, Katsuki was snapping his fingers in his face.

"Oi, Deku," Katsuki's deep voice caught his attention, "Did you hear a fucking word I said?"

Izuku blinked, drawing all of his senses back into the moment, then sheepishly answered, "No, sorry. I was thinking about something. Can you repeat that?"

The blonde rolled his eyes but did so anyway, bouncing to jump over the incoming wave, "I was saying that I had a dream last night. You were in it. I woke up pissed off that I had to see you in real life all the damn time just to see you again when I sleep."

Izuku shook his head, splashing water into Katsuki's face. He would've taken this opportunity to remind Katsuki that they only had to see each other once a week, but for the past however long, they were going on 2-3 times a week, which is insane considering Katsuki's schedule. The tournament season was jammed packed. However, Izuku was not going to bring up that fact to Katsuki and potentially ruin whatever it was that they were.

"I apologize that my imaginary self invaded your dream," Izuku sarcastically giggled then asked, "What was I doing in your dream?"

Katsuki then floated back onto the water, letting his body loose and closed his eyes. Izuku watched him and swam closer, making sure the blonde didn't float away into the current.

"We were heroes. And we didn't go to Ise High. It was a school with a weird name, two letters or something. UE? UA? I don't know," Katsuki recalled his dream, eyes still closed.

"UA?" Izuku laughed, "That was the name of the hero school we came up with when we were kids, remember?"

"Was it?" Katsuki asked, "Anyways, I was saying. We were heroes. I had this fucking cool ass power, where I could make things explode from the palm of my hands using my sweat."