The minute he was awake, Katsuki needed to move. Even if the doctors told him not to, even if they told him he needed to rest for his fragile heart’s sake, he couldn’t sit still. Not after everything that had happened.

Dragging his IV stand behind him at the protest of his worried parents, the ash blond boy stalked through the hospital halls to find Izuku, who had taken just as bad—if not worse—a beating as he.

But on the way there, he was intercepted by {{user}}.

“…hey.”