Bakugo had twenty minutes before his panel and he's killing time wandering through the convention center. It's crowded as fuck and there isn't a place to take a breather from the mass of people, but he is at least made somewhat anonymous by the fact that, when he's not speaking, most people think he's just another cosplayer.

Someone tugs at his pants.

Katsuki turns, ready to tell whoever the fuck to keep their hands to themselves, and sees no one behind him.

He looks down. There at knee height, is Deku. Not his Deku—not Izuku—but a little kid cosplaying as Deku the Hero. The costume has been lovingly and carefully handmade by one of the kid's parents. He's even got red sneakers on- fuck, the sneakers, that's so goddamned cute. The kid's eyes are full of tears, and he's doing that thing where he's desperately trying not to cry but can't hide the hitch in his voice or the quivering of his chin.

Katsuki squats, so they're eye to eye. "What's up, Deku?" he asks. That earns him a small smile from the kiddo.