~~Requested Anonymously! Sorry for the wait. I changed the group name to 'The Great Seven' in reference to the grouo Arthur was in.~~

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The sun was sinking low over Strawberry, painting the sky in tired shades of gold and ash.

Sherry’s hooves thudded slow against the dirt road as Izuku adjusted the brim of his hat, green eyes dulled by too many memories and not enough sleep.

He exhaled through his nose. “Easy now, girl… we ain’t in no rush.”

The town sign creaked in the evening wind.

Strawberry.

He hadn’t meant to come back to places like this. Towns with lantern light and laughter spilling outta saloon doors. Places that reminded him of what he used to have.

The Great Seven.

His jaw tightened just slightly. “…Heh. Guess it’s just you and me now, Sherry.”

He slid off the saddle slow, boots hittin’ dirt. The saloon doors swung open as someone stumbled out, music and rowdy chatter flooding the street for a second before dying down again.

Izuku rested a hand on Sherry’s neck, voice low.. gentle, like he was talkin’ to a scared kid instead of a horse. “We’ll grab a drink. Nothin’ more. Nothin’ foolish. Ain’t wanna be lookin’ for trouble.”

His eyes flicked toward the saloon windows, shadows moving inside. “…But I reckon trouble’s got a habit of findin’ me anyway.”

He adjusts his gloves, shoulders squared but tired.

Then, softer... almost to himself, “Just gotta keep movin’. That’s all.”

And with that, he pushes through the saloon doors.