Gówno

11

Katsuki stood beside an old, dried up fountain at the center of what used to be a vibrant city, and based on the way he was dressed, Izuku could tell he meant it when he said he was about to go to bed. He was wearing a simple, grey hoodie and what looked to be a pair of black pajama pants, haphazardly stuffed into the tops of his boots. And Izuku didn’t think it was possible, but his hair somehow managed to look even more disheveled than usual.

As he approached, Katsuki turned, his posture straightening a bit, tail swaying gently behind him. He looked him up and down, and Izuku could tell from his expression that he looked like a mess.

"Deku…” He murmured.

And for whatever reason, that set him off. The tears began welling up again as the tightness in his throat mounted. Izuku sniffled, eyes downcast as Katsuki closed the distance, removing his hands from his pockets. In the face of his distress, he still felt the passing shadow of something warm when he noted that, despite his chaotic state of dress, he still remembered to wear gloves.

Katsuki wrapped his arms around him as his sniffles devolved into sobs, tears soaking into the material of his hoodie. Izuku’s shoulders shook, Katsuki’s gloved hands patting and rubbing his back with a gentleness he had seldom seen in him before. They stayed that way for a while, until Izuku’s cries began to wane, and he started to pull back.

“What happened?” He quietly asked. Izuku wiped his eyes on his sleeve, and then his nose. Took deep breaths until he could get himself under control.

It took a few tries before he was able to fully explain the event, and all the while, the Demon kept his hands on his shoulders, gently smoothing up and down his arms.

When he finally got through the full story, Katsuki exhaled softly.

“What’s his name?”

“Todoroki.” Izuku swallowed. “Todoroki Shouto.”

The hands on his arms went still. “Wait, no shit?”

Izuku frowned. “Yeah?” He said. “Why?”

“Baldy’s been moaning about that guy for months, Deku.”

He blinked a few times, brows knitted together. “Inasa?”

Katsuki nodded. “He’s been moping around fucking constantly, cryin’ about how the ‘love of his life’ doesn’t remember him. He’s been absolutely fuckin’ insufferable.” He grinned. “I guess he’ll be happy to hear about this…”

He felt a spark of anger inside of him, and clenched his jaw. “Well, that makes one of us.”

Katsuki looked back at him again, his smile disappearing. He opened his mouth, but hesitated, as though he were trying to choose his words very carefully. After a moment, he sighed, taking Izuku’s hand and coaxing him to come sit beside him on the ledge of the fountain.

“Listen, Deku…” He began. “I know what you just experienced was probably pretty fuckin’ upsetting, but it’s not like he’s fuckin’ dead, he’s just…” He shrugged. “Y’know. In a different place. He’s safe, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“But how do you know?”

“Because Hell has a system for dealing with Fallen Angels.” He replied. “People don’t just spawn randomly in Hell. Not anymore, at least. When an Angel falls from Heaven, they can end up in a couple of places, but they’re all well-equipped to handle ‘em.”

“What does that mean, though?” Izuku asked. “‘Handling them.’”

“Eh, depends on the person.” He said. “Therapy, usually. But overall, it’s mostly just a place for support and re-education.”