Chapter One

Realistically, Shouto should hate Izuku and all the concentrated carnage he demanded with just his presence. Shouto was meticulous. Izuku was unorganized. Shouto was hesitant. Izuku worked purely on instinct. Shouto moved precariously. Izuku came like a reckoning. And yet, for just one more night, Shouto sought solace in warm arms that smelt of gun powder and diesel fuel - and sometimes breakfast.