Feels Like Coming Home
Gon and Killua were both beat up, indeed. Killua had a large red and purple bruise on the left side of his face--as if someone had smashed his head repeatedly against a hard surface--a deep cut over his left eyebrow; his arms legs and torso wrapped tightly in bandages.
He flinched a few times, when he bent a particular way. His ribs were bruised, cracked and broken; and it sounded painful.
Gon was similarly wrapped in bandages, his forehead had a bandage, too. His nose was bruised with dark circles underneath his eyes, suggesting a break. He had finger shaped bruises around his neck and a split lip.
Katsuki wanted to question them about what the fuck happened, but chose instead to bite his tongue. Inko insisted that he come home with them, and with little resistance, he followed after them.
He nearly fell asleep in the car ride over, exhaustion taking it's toll as he forced himself to climb out of the car and climb the steps to the apartment. He really just wants to pass out, right now.
Inko opened the door, gesturing them all inside. Katsuki took off his shoes, walked to the living room, and flopped onto the sofa with a drawn out groan.
"Izuku's room is where the guest bedroom used to be; you can go put your stuff down there," Inko spoke as she shuffled into the kitchen.
He heard the two walking towards the bedroom, snickering into the couch cushion.
"What the fuck?!" He heard Killua shout.
"There's so many," Gon commented.
The door closed again, and the two walked into the living room, sitting down on the other sofa, just as Inko entered the room with a tray of tea and coffee.
"You raised a fan boy, Inko," Killua commented as he accepted a cup of tea.
Inko laughed lightly. "He really admires All Might," she explained.
"Really is a bit of an understatement," Gon spoke sheepishly.
Inko giggled to herself as she moved to Katsuki. "Katsuki, dear," she called softly, gently running her fingers through his wild hair.
He didn't move, laying on his stomach on the sofa, one arm hanging off of the sofa, hand gently brushing against the cold floor.
"Fast asleep," Inko noted as she smiled down at the blond, moving and sitting in the arm chair.
"He looks so tired," Killua mentioned.
Inko nodded. "He's been worried about Izuku; he tends to bottle up all his emotions until he can't hold it in anymore. It's a very bad, very self destructive habit of his; keeping everything to himself," she explained.
Killua gazed with soft eyes at Katsuki; he looked so innocent and sweet in his sleep, relaxed and a little childlike.
"So, what's Izuku been up to, Aunt Inko? Tell us everything!" Gon asked excitedly.
Inko smiled brightly as she started to talk about their son and everything he got up to. She had written them a few letters, telling them a few things about Izuku, but never giving away too much. She had left all those stories for this very moment.
She felt eager, yet apprehensive for Izuku's return. How would he take it, seeing his parents so suddenly? Would he shut them out, or reject them? Would he return back to normal?
She truly hoped he would. She didn't like this new person he had become, it just wasn't right coming from him. She ended up showing them a recording of the sports festival, feeling a little nervous to show them how Izuku broke his body to fight against Shoto.
She did still worry they might not be happy with how she raised Izuku.
"Look, Killua! That boy has a quirk like your nen ability!" Gon pointed out as they watched Denki try to shock a girl that had vines for hair.
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Fanfiction"Izuku, I am not your mother. You're adopted," For just a few seconds, it felt like Izuku's world came to a grinding halt, and did a sudden flip as he felt his heart skip a beat, before everything turned back to normal.
