Description
Getting along with Katsuki has always been a mission for Izuku, especially when the blonde saw him as nothing else but a simple bug in his path. Although, he can't complain too much nowadays. They were rivals. Not quite enemies, but not quite friends either. They were something to each other that Izuku couldn't help but feel proud of...even if that voice in his head keeps telling him that it's no use...that it's not going to last...that someone is going to get hurt...that someone might potentially die... --- Katsuki didn't understand. Something was wrong. Something was so undeniably wrong. He just watched his childhood friend get stabbed in the back-literally-by some weird looking black knife this D Lister was holding. Yet...Izuku was unharmed despite lying unconscious at his feet...but he was also standing a few feet away from him...grinning at him with a dangerous determination and bright eyes... Yeah, Katsuki was confused. Where did this makeshift Izuku come from anyway?
Kacchan
