Plushies and Firearms

Plushies and Firearms

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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.
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After the war, the dust doesn't settle - it clings. Class 1-A survived, but not without fractures. Not all scars are visible. Not all pieces find their way back. And two of its strongest - Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou - seem to be drifting further from the people they were... and from each other. Izuku is taller now. Stronger. His presence cuts through a room. But his smile doesn't reach his eyes, and his warmth is distant - like he left part of himself behind in the rubble. He carries everything. Always has. But no one can reach him anymore, not really. And Katsuki? He burned too bright for too long. His confidence is hollow now, more armor than belief. He hides behind quiet quips, late-night walks, and an ever-present ache in his chest. The once ferocious boy is flickering out - the guilt and grief have stolen his roar. But in the spaces between broken routines, heavy silences, and cautious glances... something remains. A thread. Fragile. Real. Maybe they can find each other again. Maybe they can become someone new. Together. Or maybe, this is the end.

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