Plushies and Firearms

His men seemed to be on edge, their fingers twitching and ready to grip the guns they hid in their holsters, but Izuku didn't quite feel the same panic they had.

That was, until he glanced to the side, and set his gaze upon the reason for such behaviour - but his panic was of the different sort.

The boy didn't quite fit in with the rest of the people in the place, perhaps that was why he'd caused such an atmosphere. Where everyone else wore leather jackets and scars upon their knuckles, he adorned a rather large orange hoodie and shaking hands. Where everyone's gaze was sharp and lustful, his was fearful and bleary with unshed tears.

An anomaly in the world Izuku had grown up in, completely separate from the harshness that he had somehow stumbled into.

OR:

In which, Katsuki and Izuku struggle to find places in each other's lives - one with insecurities tied to his age regression, and the other with guns and a trail of death and blood behind him.