Jul 19
if i could fly bkdk fic
Summary:
Katsuki didn't know it then, of course, but he would spend a lifetime learning this lesson: The greater the height, the greater the fall. He understood some small version of it even then, when he climbed a tree too high, a wall too tall, and came home blinking back tears with blood on his shorts, busted knuckles, and knees painted with fresh scabs. But even through the pain, the adrenaline still sang in his veins. He had been higher than before. He had reached farther than before. So he braved through the tears that remained as his mother dabbed cotton against the marks of childhood, fretting it will scar. (It's okay mother, they were the first of many to come.)