Chapter 5: Not a Drill - The First Law of Thermodynamics (DkBk Police AU)
“Hello. You’re Ka...” the woman hesitated, trying to figure out his real name. No wonder. Midoriya was always saying “Kacchan this, Kacchan that” in front of her and everyone else. And now Katsuki, a life-beaten man on the threshold of his thirties, didn’t look like “Kacchan” at all.
“Katsuki,” he introduced himself. “Hello, Ms. Midoriya.”
“How are you doing, Katsuki?” Behind her polite question, he caught the implied: “You’ve been gone for a while. Have you crawled here because my son almost died?”
“I’m okay,” Not really. “How is he?” Katsuki nodded towards the door.
Ms. Midoriya didn’t cry, which was probably a good sign. As far as Katsuki remembered, her eyes were always wet. Midoriya took after his mother.
“Better,” Ms. Midoriya managed a weak smile. “Izuku is recovering. Do you want to go see him?”
Katsuki hesitated. He didn’t want to go into Midoriya’s room. He was already convinced he wasn’t dead, why bother going there?
But saying “no” would have been impolite and illogical. Katsuki had come here of his own free will. Again. No one had pulled his arm or held a gun to his head. He had made his own decision and came.
“Izuku will be happy to see you,” Ms. Midoriya quietly remarked.
And here it was. The KO blow.
Midoriya wouldn’t have been happy to see him. Not after Katsuki had been bulling him throughout his first year in the academy, then fucking with him in his second year, then ignoring him after a bad breakup in his third. And after that they hadn’t seen each other for years, save for the few times Katsuki had bumped into Midoriya in the forensic lab after his return to Musutafu, and Midoriya hadn’t noticed. Which, come to think of it, was a stroke of luck for everyone. Midoriya probably hated Katsuki, and he had every right to. Katsuki would have hated himself, too.
But in Ms. Midoriya’s eyes Katsuki saw a silent plea: please, please, come see my son. The living have visitors, so I really want someone to visit him. Anyone. Even if it were you.
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