“To what, Izuku?”
“To kill yourself with this!” Izuku shouts, and the first hot tears course down his cheeks. “You’re going to kill yourself going after Dabi! And you expect me just to stand back and watch you do it, to let you do it!”
“Then you don’t have to watch me.”
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He flinches when the door is thrown open again with such force that it hits the wall, bouncing on its hinges. Framed by a backdrop of storm clouds and tumultuous rain, Shouto stands there, dripping wet and panting. Izuku braces himself, shoulders tight and ready for the argument to begin anew, but it doesn’t come. Instead Shouto’s face crumples and he lurches towards, dropping to his knees and colliding hard with him as arms come to wrap around his neck.
“I’m sorry,” he gasps, face burying in the junction between his neck and shoulder as sobs wrack through his body. Izuku stiffens as he clings to him, tears dripping upon his skin. “I’m so sorry, Izuku - I didn’t mean - ”
