As Katsuki climbed the creaky wooden stairs, the sound of his heavy footsteps echoed through the house, each step a rhythmic thud that mirrored the mounting irritation boiling within him. The familiar creaks of the steps felt like an unwelcome reminder of how often he found himself in this position.

"Great, just great," he muttered under his breath, the frustration spilling over. “Auntie dumped this kid on me again—just typical.”

Reaching the top, Katsuki trudged down the dimly lit hallway, the walls adorned with family photos that seemed to mock him with their cheerful smiles. He paused for a moment outside Izuku's door, steeling himself before he swung it open. Inside, he found Izuku sitting cross-legged on the bed, completely absorbed in a thick book, his green hair falling messily over his eyes.