ALICE CATCH ME IN THE DRIFT. // @pyrrhe
you can be compatible. you can be friends. but there’s no real way to prepare for the reality of some stepping into your head. izuku knows that shouto is his co-pilot. he can feel it deep in his core, from his rash emotional heart to his analytical albeit hopeful brain. but that doesn’t quiet the nerves.
izuku’s drift with kacchan had been terrible. they hadn’t even been able to complete a full neural hand shake besides the memory of being four years old and standing in the river not knowing that their friendship was about to meet a swift and untimely end. the tears that flowed from his big green eyes afterwards mirrored from his from almost two decades earlier. his dream snatched out of his hands by the person who spent so much time knocking him down.
of course, he had had the opposite experience when drifting with all might. the strength of his mentor’s hand on his back. pressing him on wards. he hadn’t chased, but toshinori had. just for a moment. a view of an old co-pilot. his own mentor. nana, but it had been izuku’s shout that had pulled his own hero back to the world where he was needed. the bond of student and teacher, of father and son forming inside of the one for all. in a single moment, his dream so long since pushed and beaten down realized finally.
but today would be different. today was new, today they had built. an experience, a friendship, with movie nights and shared meals. joined at the hip since the moment they met as iida had laughed one night. there was no fear or heroic admiration standing in the way of what they were going to see in each other’s head. only their own hearts, histories, and heads.
❝ initiating neural handshake. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. ❞
