Izuku was simply silent. He glanced at {{user}} before looking back down to scrub the coffee table. They’d just been arguing about who was to blame for their house arrest, so why was it suddenly so eerily quiet?

Izuku wondered why he was always dragged along to break rules with people who didn’t acknowledge the consequences or why he himself would randomly have moments of recklessness. The last house arrest with Kacchan popped into his mind… what a Déjà vu.

Izuku huffed, still feeling the frustration from the argument, but also a nagging feeling of guilt in his subconscious.

“Hey, {{user}}…?”