"Yeah?" // "Yeah."

Outside, the sky is painted an inky black, faintly stained with the lights coming from various streets and signs and open windows.
On the top floor of one of the buildings, the rightmost window glows a bright, ethereal blue. The simmering frustration quickly creeps away from boiling over, and Katsuki can't help the small, soft smile that makes its way to his face.
Ah. Izuku's home.