A frustrated groan is the only sound that meets his ears for a long moment.
“My old man. He—” Katsuki finally starts to say before his voice drifts off again.
“I know.”
Despite everything that’s happened between them, ir perhaps because of it, Izuku worries.
Inko had called in a shaky voice only a day earlier and told him about Katsuki’s dad. He never thought Katsuki would call him, but here they are. On the phone, sitting in silence.
A thousand versions of condolences run through Izuku’s mind, but none of them feel right.
“This is fucking stupid,” Katsuki finally bites out. “Makes no damn sense.”
“I know,” Izuku says again. “I’m sorry.”
Even over the phone, Katsuki’s sigh sounds irritated. Izuku waits, half expecting for the connection to go dead whenever Katsuki regrets calling.
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“Me too,” he says instead, his voice low. “Can you— come over here, Deku.”
Izuku looks out his window. It’s raining here; maybe it’s raining in Japan, too.
“Yeah, of course,” he agrees easily, but leans back against his desk chair. “I’ll be there in ten.”
There’s a light snort that sounds like a mockery of Katsuki’s laugh.
“That’s Hero Deku, right? Always so eager to please.”
Bitterness drips off his words. It’s clearly still a sore point, and Izuku doesn’t want to upset him.
“Not enough,” he admits. “Not for the people that matter most.”
He takes off his glasses briefly to rub his eyes freely. Katsuki probably doesn’t even know that he has to wear glasses to do paperwork these days. He probably doesn’t have a clue how much has changed.