Bonnie & Klein.

Five.

Izuku...did not think this through.

Despite the late hour, the crosswalks are still busy with people. No one seems to notice, nor care that their city just experienced a sizeable earthquake. Or maybe, Izuku is the only one trembling inside.

He picks a direction and keeps on walking. But as Izuku passes electric billboards, flashing ads and toys in department store windows with his own face plastered front and center, he throws up his hood and desperately hopes no one notices him.

The air smells humid with oncoming rain. Izuku walks faster in no particular direction.

His favorite bar isn't here anymore. Most of the retail stores are closed. City lights reflect off the puddles in the gutter, and Izuku has to keep wiping his tears so he won't step into traffic. It wouldn't necessarily hurt him, but it would give the poor driver a scare.

Oh gosh, he really shouldn't be out here. There's kind of like, an entire reality depending on him.

Izuku turns on his heel. But as he thinks of the repulsion on Kacchan's face, he turns right around again.

It hurts. He's nauseous with guilt. And it hurts.

He wishes he had his friends. He wishes he had Ochaco. Iida, Shinsou, Shouto, All Might. He wishes he could go home; back to his crappy, rotting apartment with the low rent and the broken AC.

He wants to forget already.

Izuku pauses by the bus stop, and stares at his sad reflection in the metallic sign. He hates feeling sorry for himself. But his stomach is churning over and over, and his thoughts swirl obsessively, and he can feel the panic on the edge of his mind and Izuku absolutely refuses to let it win. So he walks, and walks and –

"Izuku?"

He turns naturally, then freezes mid-turn.

Agh! You idiot!

Izuku turns to hide his face, but the figure is already jogging towards him.

"Izuku, wait up!"

He tries to turn back around and book it across the street, but a hand grabs his shoulder before he can run the light. Fast reflexes, a strong hand –

"Hey, I thought you were going to that charity thing..." The voice is familiar. Izuku cringes as he looks up into the two different eyes of Todoroki Shouto. He blinks once in surprise, then another in understanding. "Oh. It's you."

It's really unfair how much he's grown. These late growth-spurts are going to be the death of him. As predicted, Future Shouto is very handsome. He wears the top of his bangs back in a little bun, while the underneath is shaggy at his neck. The suit he's wearing is tailored and expensive, but a glance at the cuffs show that he has a costume on underneath. Just like his father used to do.

Izuku gasps when he realizes he's staring. He tries to cover his face as he wails, "Wh-wait, don't look at me! I'm not supposed to –"

Shouto soothes him with a hand, going, "Woah, shh, calm down. Midoriya told me everything, I'm doing him that favor, remember?" Shouto takes one look at his face, and his expression turns soft. Izuku quickly wipes his cheeks with the sleeve of his hoodie to save face, but Shouto won't let him run. "Poor thing, I forgot how small you used to be. Come on, I'll let Izuku know I've got you." Shouto wraps an arm around his shoulders and starts to walk off, and Izuku is too shocked to fight it.

"Are you sure this is okay?"

"Sure, sure. What do kids like anyways? Ice cream, right?"

Izuku deadpans, "I'm of drinking age."