[ Izuku falls onto his back, and Katsuki looks down at him. Unamused, he steps forward rather than follow up with another attack. Holding back his fist and pardoning his anger over what Izuku is struggling with on the inside. He can't even consider his own feelings in the moment, other than that - he needs Izuku to trust him. To trust them.
Once he is close enough, the blonde stares him down some more. Idly watch the others' darkened expressions. As he contends with trying to face the future ahead of them, he is doubtful because he cares too much. Katsuki doesn't want this side of Izuku to die out; he wants the kindness that he exudes to live on strong and to trust him, especially.
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Once he is close enough, the blonde stares him down some more. Idly watch the others' darkened expressions. As he contends with trying to face the future ahead of them, he is doubtful because he cares too much. Katsuki doesn't want this side of Izuku to die out; he wants the kindness that he exudes to live on strong and to trust him, especially.
Offering his hand to Izuku, Katsuki says - ]
Stop remembering pointless shit, and trust me.