Ten years later.
The midsummer sun began its decent in the distance, painting the sky a magnificent orange. Puffy clouds floated about, taking on a pinkish hue of their own.
People had already settled into their homes for dinner, leaving the streets mostly empty.
A man makes his way down a quiet neighbourhood. He carries grocery bags, returning home from the store to rejoin his lovely family.
The weather was warm but relatively comfortable for this time of day, making it a perfect walk to his awaiting spouse and child.
The neighbourhood that led him home was one that supplied various memories. Some good, some bad, all distant.
A familiar feeling was made known in the depths of his heart. There was a sense of warmth that it brought, filling up on the wonderful feelings that he held dear. However, also supplying the painful reminders of harsh words and painful actions.
It had been long enough now that the pain of his past was more of a dull ache. More recently, the love that he was given was almost enough to make him forget. There would always be reminders of what he could and could not do in his life.
Houses past and he continued on, lost in his own head. That is, until he came across a certain point.
His feet cease their movement, eyes immediately draw to the tree before him.
Images of a young green haired boy sitting beneath the tree and sketch book in hand, flood his mind. Beside the boy would sit another, an explosive mess of blond hair and piercing red eyes. A soft smile plays at his lips as he is reminded of such good times.
His eyes close and he lets out a breath. Feet pick up again and the man returns to walking.
The key slides into the lock and twists with ease. The man opens the door and toes off his shoes.
"Izu, honey, I'm home!"
The pitter patter of little steps could be heard coming towards Katsuki, along with bigger and more drawn out steps, not too far behind.
A small mop of blond leaps into his arms with ease.
"Papa! You're home!"
"Welcome home, Katsuki."
Katsuki smiles fondly, looking at his two loves.
A few years prior, he had married a hero. Not too long after, a little bundle of joy joined them.
It was only a year before now that he had been titled 'Number 1 Hero,' his dream since, well, forever.
Now, Katsuki was living his dream. Perfect, job, perfect, family, perfect life.
Well
Almost.
"Hi, Izumo," he tickled his son at that, which instigated a fit of laughter from the small boy.
He stepped forward, "Camie," and gave his wife a kiss.
The groceries were brought to the kitchen, where Izumo was helped onto the counter and Camie began dinner.
Katsuki entered his room and changed out of the clothes he'd been wearing all day and into something more comfortable.
As he closed one of his dresser drawers and paused.
He sighed and reached out for the top drawer of his dresser. The inside was barren, save for two pictures and a couple unused candles.
The first picture was older than the other. Staring back at Katsuki were two very young faces. It was one taken many years ago by his mother.
Katsuki and Izuku had been about four years old, the two had been out chasing butterflies with their nets when they were called over for the photo.
At the time, he had scowled, not wanting to have his picture taken. Now, however, he wished that he had smiled with the boy next to him.
The other picture was relatively recent, taken after Izuku returned, just before the league came back.
It was a selfie taken of the greenette, something along the lines of, "Kacchaaaaan. Don't you want more pictures of my amazing face for you to look at?" Izuku was much more teasing after his return, something Katsuki quite enjoyed.
It was almost routine at this point, come home, get changed, open the drawer. Somewhere along the line, he'd gotten into the habit of talking about his day to the photos.
"Katsuki~ Dinner's ready!" Camie called from the kitchen.
He exhaled and closed the drawer.
as he stood to walk away, he paused, hand still on the handle, and spoke in a hushed tone.
"Deku, I...
Miss you."
A hidden confession. One he'd spoken for the passed ten years, maybe more.
He'd said it once, in the pouring rain after Izuku's funeral. It was a whisper, a secret between the two.
Now, and every time he's confessed to missing the boy, it had always been a replacement for the one thing he was unable to say.
I love you.
Fin
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Far Away (BakuDeku)
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