#suppression

“All I’m saying is that I’m surprised you haven’t left him yet. I didn’t peg you for someone that would tolerate being treated like that.”

“Yoichi, it’s not like that-” you tried, but the woman jumped back in.

“No, don’t tell me anything!” she shrieked, far too loud for the lobby you stood in. “I don’t want your bad juju to rub off on me.”

You scoffed, unwilling to fight about it. They’d all know soon enough anyway. “It’s not contagious.”

She hummed thoughtfully for a moment before, “I’d rather not risk it. My new boyfriend and I are doing super well.”

You could only huff a laugh of disbelief before you turned with a small wave to get your office set up for your first client. 

-

You almost made it. Almost got through an entire appointment without hearing some kind of commentary about your personal life. But just as father and son were leaving, the man got bold.

“Hey, listen,” he started, turning toward you with all the focus of a man about to thread the tiniest of needles. “My first marriage ended because of cheating. If you ever wanted to maybe get a drink and talk about-”

“I appreciate the thought, but I’m okay,” you answered through a thin smile.

He took the rejection with respectful ease, nodding and raising his hands slightly in surrender. “You got it. Hope everything works out for you. Have a good one,” he called as he took his son’s hand and led the child from the building. 

“Was that your last client for the day?”

You turned to the coworker seeking your attention. “No, just a break for lunch, then one more.”

“Oh!” she jumped as though just remembering, “If you’re referring to the Hinata family, they called to reschedule a little while ago. Their new appointment is set for next week.”

You cocked your head in curiosity; the Hinatas very rarely missed an appointment. “Did they give a reason?” you questioned. 

“The convention around the corner! Little Isa wants to meet Lemillion, and it sounds like the time-slot they got overlapped with her appointment today.”

A smile crept over your face. Isa adored Lemillion, and meeting him would certainly be an excellent reward for all her progress. Training could wait. “Well, then I will see them next week. For now, I’m going to get my things and head out for the weekend. I’ll see you Monday.” The easy smile you gave was met with a confused furrow of the woman’s brow. 

“You aren’t coming in tomorrow?”

“No,” you explained, “I have the day off, so I’ll be back Monday.”

“Alright, well I hope you have a good weekend!” And while it would have been lovely to leave it there, she decided to add onto the end, “If you need anything, you just let me know. My brother has a truck if you need help moving anything.” 

Your smile tightened into a grimace. You really weren’t getting out of all of this anytime soon. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” you decided as a response; you didn’t want to be rude, but you absolutely would not be calling her for that this weekend.

There was a bounce in your step as you exited the building, excitement getting the better of you as you basked in the change of plans. Now you’d be able to spend your boyfriends’ entire midday break with them, rather than only your hour for lunch. You picked up food on your way, just as you’d promised you would, knowing they’d both likely be starving after the morning demonstrations. The last thing you wanted to subject the public to was hangry Red Riot and Dynamight, particularly given that their afternoon schedule was all meet-and-greets.

“You have a great rest of your day!” the cashier crowed as you waved goodbye.

There was the chatter of the inside of the restaurant. Then, the jingle of the bell above the door as you passed through. Then, the bustle of city life outside; car horns, birds, people. Then,

KA-BOOM

Silence. Then, screaming.

You froze for a second, as the convention center half a block ahead of you erupted in flames and chaos.

You bolted, food forgotten on the ground as you sprinted faster than you ever had, pushing through a crowd moving the opposite direction, as you ran for them. 

Not one person paid you any mind as you moved, all too focused on their own escape, at least until you started to run into the pro heroes on scene. 

“Stop! This is an active disaster site, I can’t let you in!” He was holding a border just outside the property line, giving plenty of space for rescue ops and triage alike setting up in front of the damaged building. “Civilians can’t be-”

“I’m licensed!” you yelled back, whipping your wallet out of your pocket and jamming the credentials into the man’s face. “Let me through!”

He did so, reluctantly, and the second the space opened, you were diving past the barricade, sprinting again. 

One lap around the building, searching every triage tent, even as they were being set up, and your heart sank further with every step you took. “Where are they?” you questioned aloud, panic closing in on your throat. “Where-”

Smoke billowed out through the entry doors as they burst open, civilians and heroes alike flooding out. You recognized one; Chargebolt, injured, but leading people toward the tents being set up by healers and EMTs. 

“Kaminari!” You called, and his head snapped up at the sound of your voice. “Where are they? Where are Katsuki and Eijirou?”

His head shook for a moment, an apologetic look crossing his features despite the chaos around you. He had to shout to be heard over the noise. “I don’t know! The three of us were together when the bombs went off, but we split up to start getting people out of the building!”

“Are they-” you almost choked on the words, but he seemed to know what you were asking.

“They were okay the last I saw them! We were far enough away, but you should wait-”

But you weren’t listening anymore, already running inside with a shouted “Thanks!” even as the hero protested. Once you were in the building, your search continued. Every face that passed that didn’t belong to them made your heart sink further, every pile of rubble you didn’t find them in gave you the energy to keep going. You found, as you searched, that the convention center was almost entirely obliterated. There was scattered radio chatter you only caught in clips. A coordinated attack; bombs all set to go off at once, to tear the whole building down, and apparently, it worked. The walls that were left standing were crumbling quickly as the air attempted to settle again, the roof gone entirely, and the floor jagged and broken like an abused chew toy. Still, you pushed through the environment as you searched, giving directions and instructions as you encountered civilians on your way. It wasn’t until you’d cleared to the other side of the crumbling building that you gained any ground you cared about.

“Where are Red Riot and Dynamight?” you howled to the EMTs running triage on this side. And much to the relief of the men in front of you, an enormous red ponytail appeared heads above most other people there.

“Sweetheart?”

“Eiji!” You gasped his name like it could replenish the air in your lungs as you nearly vaulted over a gurney to get to him. The force of the hug you wrapped him in was crushing, even for Eijirou, and he returned it just as fervently. “I’m so glad you’re okay, I saw-” You had to pause your sentence to allow your lungs to refill; your sobs having cleared them of all oxygen. “I was around the corner getting lunch, then on my walk I watched the explosion happen. I ran here, I had to know that you were both-” and a horrible realization dawned on you as you stood there, cradling his face in your hands like he was your very last lifeline. Your spine straightened, tone going eerily calm even as tears continuously spilled from the corners of your eyes. When you’d started your search for them, you’d assumed they’d be together or at the very least nearby, but the blonde was nowhere in sight. “Where’s Katsuki?”

Through a placating shake of his head, Eijirou explained, “I don’t know, baby, but we can go looking. He said he was going after the guy that did it while I started getting people out.”

Your quickened breathing began to return as you turned your feet like you were going to run back into the building. 

“He wasn’t hurt when it happened,” he assured, and somehow it did calm you slightly, knowing he’d been unharmed in the initial blast. It meant he was less likely to be half buried and half breathing right now. “Hey, come here.” Eijirou pressed his forehead to yours, hands on the side of your jaw with his thumbs rubbing gently over your cheeks, doing what he could in this moment to help you calm down. “Katsuki’s okay. He’s out here somewhere, taking down a bad guy before he finds us. Try to turn the noise in your head down; we’ll go checking triage stations together just to be sure, okay?” 

A kiss was pressed to your forehead as though to punctuate the sentiment and you nodded, doing your best to take his words to heart. “I love you,” you breathed, just before, “thank you for being careful,” as you pushed up on to your toes to connect your lips with his.

Eijirou pulled your body into his, desiring as little space between you as possible, and once the kiss broke, he uttered, “I love you too. Now let’s go find our man, yeah?”

And despite the circumstances, the unfiltered confidence in the phrase made you smile. 

The pair of you started moving, tent to tent as you searched, guiding people to safety along the way. When someone called for help, the pair of you went, but you kept your eyes open for the man you’d yet to find. Once you’d cleared the outside, you began moving inward again, carefully treading through areas of the building still crumbling in the aftermath. 

“Help,” came a call, pained, but close, and a moment of searching revealed a civilian, one leg trapped under a chunk of rubble. Even without a uniform of your own, you must have looked the part because, “Oh thank god. Heroes. I’m stuck.”

You nodded, quick to drop to the woman’s eye-level. “We’re going to get you out, okay? Can you move at all? Or is it just this leg?” 

“Just the leg, but ah-” she shouted in pain when Eijirou attempted to pull the concrete away from her body. “I think it’s broken.”

“Okay,” you attempted to soothe. “We’re going to take it slow, move the debris, and get you out from under it, alright? Riot-”

“I got it,” he responded, already settling into his stance to get a better grip. 

“This is going to hurt, isn’t it?” the woman questioned, panic in her eyes as she stared up at you. 

“No, you’re not going to feel anything.” The assurance didn’t seem to be believed until you nodded to Eijirou and the woman’s eyes widened in shock as she realized she couldn’t feel anything at all. “See?” You chuckled through the word as you helped the woman scooch out from under the concrete so Eijirou could set it down. 

“How did you-”

“It’s my quirk,” was the explanation you gave, looking to Eijirou and gesturing him over. “Red Riot’s going to get you to an infirmary tent outside, and they’ll take care of you over there. I’m sorry to tell you that once you’re out of my range you’re going to feel all of it again, but by then you’ll almost be there, okay?”

She nodded despite the fear in her eyes, and her gaze snapped up to Eijirou when he stepped closer.

“Is it alright if I pick you up?” he questioned softly, ever chivalrous, just like the hero he’d always looked up to. Eijirou waited patiently for her nod before he reached for the woman, lifting her into the air with unflinching ease to carry her toward medical help. Before he walked too far, he turned back to you. “I’ll be back soon. Be careful.”

Your nod was to reassure him as you reminded, “You too. I love you.”

“I love you.” 

And you were on your own again as you continued further in. For a while there was nothing but eerie quiet as you carefully carded through what used to be the large open area that served as the demonstration floor. It was demolished to a degree that made your stomach twist. Only the memory of both Eijirou and Kaminari’s reassurances kept you from spiraling about whether Katsuki was actually okay. A child’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. 

“Mom, where are you?”

You froze. Because you knew that voice. You were supposed to see her today. “Isa?” you called out to the swirling cloud of fog in the center of the room. 

Your name came back from inside as a question, the little girl somewhere far from your view as the swirling acid cloud grew denser. 

“Yes, it’s me, I’m here. I can take you to your mom, but I need you to calm down for me, okay?”

“I don’t know where my mask went!” she cried. “And I’m scared, I don’t want to hurt anyone but I- what do I do?”

“Start with a deep breath,” you coached, “and squeeze the ground really hard with your toes, like you’re trying to give it a hug with just your feet, remember?”

The response was a shaky, “…okay.” 

You waited a moment, giving her time to follow through on the command before you asked, “Okay, now what’s your next step?” 

“Umm… remember where my acid comes from?”

“Good job; tell me.”

“My throat.”

“More specific, Isa. Tell me exactly where it is and picture what it looks like when your acid breath comes out.”

“It’s two little purple bumps right at the back of my throat by my tonsils.”

“Yes! And who’s in charge? You or two tiny little bumps?”

“Me.” But the answer was small and unsure. It wasn’t enough for her to get it under control. 

So, you decided to bait a nine-year-old for her own good. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. Who is in charge?”

“I said me!” she snapped at you. Still not enough.

“Who?”

“Me! I’m in charge and I want it off!”

“So shut it off and come here!” And there you stood for only a moment alone before she emerged from the purple cloud in front of you with her shoulders tensed up to her ears. “Breathe, Isa, show me.”

She only stared up at you and shook her head, no verbal response, and your suspicion that she was holding her breath was confirmed. 

You squatted down to be eye level with her. “It’s okay, you can do it. You’re in charge, right? So show me, I trust you. Take a breath.”

She inhaled slowly through her nose, and when she saw you nod in encouragement, Isa began to release the breath she’d been holding onto, not a wisp of purple to be found. 

The smile that crossed your face was wide enough to hurt your cheeks if you held it very long. “There you go. Why don’t we go find your mom?” But before you could stand up, as Isa nodded up at you, a hand closed around your shoulder and jerked you away.  Your yelp of surprise was cut off by another palm clapping over your mouth. 

“Or you could come with me and walk me out of here,” the man snarled. All at once you felt the arm at your shoulder move and stretch to wrap around you, locking your torso to his. 

“Wait!” Isa shrieked, “Don’t take my teacher!”

“Oh, should I take you instead?” The villain grinned and immediately started to unwrap you as he reached for the girl. 

“The hell you will!” you shouted, reaching immediately for the hand beginning to outstretch toward your student. The moment your fingers brushed his arm, it snapped back to him, and he gasped in shock. 

“What the fuck just-”

But he didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence because the moment you heard him turn toward you, from your place tucked into his side, you threw your head back as hard as you could. There was a sickening crack of his nose breaking and you were released as a pained howl rang out behind you. You were quick to pull away, gathering Isa into your arms to guard her from the incoming cloud of debris, kicked up by a series of explosions nearby. 

You started to smell burnt caramel in the air just as the villain’s hand began to stretch toward your face. 

“DYNAMIGHT!” The scream was meant to gather his attention, and you could almost feel it the moment you had him locked on target. 

And the villain seemed to realize it too, because, “I’ll kill you for that-”

But you grabbed his wrist, shut off his quirk, and pulled in an arc over your head, using his momentum to whip his body toward you and up, which put him right in the flight path of-

“WRONG MOVE ASSHOLE!”

And in a burst of light, heat, and noise; a blur of black, orange, and green; both your boyfriend and the villain were gone.

“Woah.” Isa stared, wide-eyed and awestruck, the direction the pair had flown off in. They weren’t very far away, yelling and explosions still audible as the pair fought, but Katsuki had made sure they weren’t close enough to trap you as collateral. “Dynamight is…”

And you tensed, prepping yourself for whatever might be about to come out of this kid’s mouth, mind racing; ‘loud, scary, mean.’

“Awesome,” she finished, and you couldn’t help but let out a disbelieving laugh. 

Even with everything that had just happened to her, Isa seemed entirely unaffected. “Yeah, he is, huh?”

“Do you know him?” The question slipped through her lips on a breathless whisper. 

A chuckle pressed behind your smirk when you answered, “Yeah, he’s one of my favorite people ever.”

“CAN YOU INTRODUCE ME!?” She shrieked before immediately clapping a hand over her own mouth. Then, muffled behind her fingers, “That was loud.”

Still, though, you couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm despite everything going on around you. “If you can wait until the dust clears, then yes, I will introduce you. In the meantime, let’s go find your mom, okay?”

As you walked the direction you’d seen Eijirou go only minutes before, you could hear explosions in the near-distance. Katsuki was fighting hard, if his quirk activations were anything to go by, and the nerves you’d been able to stave off for a time began to crawl back into your ribcage. He could handle himself. You knew that. But listening to the fight from outside the medical tent was no better for your blood pressure than watching it happen would have been. 

“Sweetheart?”

As your focus returned to the present moment, you realized Eijirou was standing in front of you, quietly trying to gather your attention. He knew it the moment your eyes refocused, and he sent you a questioning look with his own, care and concern written all over his face.

“What happened?” he questioned, cautious but steady.

You didn’t get a chance to answer before Isa, hand still clasped in yours, began to shout with glee, “We got attacked by a villain!” Eijirou’s eyes went wide as he looked from her to you, but again, you had no room to answer because, “But when he tried to take me, teacher shut his quirk off and threw him in the air and DYNAMIGHT who was FLYING,” she added almost as aside, though emphasized with even more volume. She waved her arm in a scooping motion, continuing, “Grabbed him right out of the sky and flew away! Isn’t he so cool?!”

Eijirou released his version of the same chuckle you’d given earlier, same smile of ‘there’s more to the situation than the info I’m going to give a child,’ and responded, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure he’s the coolest.” 

“Right?! And now I think they’re-”

“Isa!” And your head snapped up to find Isa’s mother running toward your little group with tears in her eyes. “Oh my baby, where were you?” 

“I was inside! And I was so scared, but then my teacher found me, but then there was a villain, and he tried to kidnap us, but then teacher saved me, and then Dynamight saved us both, and teacher says that I can meet him later, and I got my quirk to shut off all by myself even though I was scared, and- Mom are you okay?”

The woman was crying, both hands braced on her daughter’s shoulders from where she crouched in front of the girl. “I’m fine, I’m just glad you’re okay.” Missus Hinata pulled her daughter into a crushing hug that was quickly returned.

“Of course I’m okay, Dynamight was there. And he’s the best, so obviously I was gonna be fine, cause-”

“Wait,” the girl’s mother interrupted, “I thought Lemillion was the best?”

“Well, I thought so too! But I was wrong and so are you, because it’s Dynamight. He’s the coolest and I-” Isa gasped, eyes going wide like a realization was dawning on her with the force of a thousand suns. “Mom, I need a Dynamight backpack for school, and I have to pick out new folders, and-”

You tuned out slightly as the girl continued, her mother having the situation well in hand, and turned to Eijirou.

“You’re okay?” he questioned, looking for clarification, or maybe reassurance that you were unharmed. The hand that rested on your hip squeezed lightly as though to encourage an answer from you. 

The nod you gave was small and accompanied by a smile. “I’m okay. No acid burns, no villain damage.”

Relief flooded his features as he nodded in affirmation. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

“Hey,” you called gently, cupping his cheek to ensure he was looking at you as you spoke. “I had it handled. I kept myself safe, I kept Isa safe, you have nothing to be sorry for.” 

He seemed to accept your words, a brief smile crossing his lips before he hugged you to his chest. “I know you can take care of yourself,” he started, words soft like he was afraid to say them too loud. “I just don’t ever want you to feel alone in something like that. You’re certified, but you didn’t choose to do this everyday. You shouldn’t have to-”

“Eiji,” you cut him off, patience in your tone but insistence in your hold on him. “I didn’t feel alone. I knew you were close, Katsuki was close. I’m okay. I promise you, I’m alright.”

He exhaled heavily over your shoulder. “Yeah, well, I’m glad Kats was there. Did he seem okay, too?”

“He seemed… focused,” is what you settled on. “He flew by so fast I could hardly even see him. But he wasn’t leaving a blood trail, and he hasn’t slowed down, so…” You could only give a shrug, hesitant to insist Katsuki was okay, simply because you’d be devastated if he wasn’t.

Eijirou, however, seemed to be using the insistence as reassurance for himself. “I’m sure Kats is fine, we should-”

KA-BOOM

Eijirou’s sentence died in his throat as your heart sank into your stomach. It wasn’t one of Katsuki’s.

As other heroes put effort into calming those around them, you and Eijirou began to move toward the explosion; toward the group of people shambling away from it.

“Is anyone seriously injured?” Eijirou called over heads as the pair of you scanned over the crowd.

A few hands went up, and you stepped in, “Those of you that are hurt, proceed to the red tents! Everyone else please check in with emergency services in the black tents! Everyone needs to see an EMT before you leave the scene today!” You turned to nod at one of the few heroes that had followed behind you and Eijirou, handing crowd control over to him, before you caught Eijirou’s gaze. He seemed on the same page, silently communicating between the two of you a plan to go get him yourselves, when someone yelled.

“There he is! It’s Dynamight!”

And your stare broke as both of your heads snapped to the direction the civilian pointed. As the smoke thinned, at first just a silhouette, then in full view, Dynamight. Missing a gauntlet and with the slightest stutter in his left step, walking toward you with an unconscious villain in tow, but walking, nonetheless. And you bolted, hearing Eijirou attempt to do the same thing as he called his pardons and apologies to the people he bumped on his way.

It was only luck you’d been on that edge of the group, and it was because of that luck that you got to him first. “Katsuki!”

His widened eyes met yours instantly, shock and relief his expression as he released his grip on the villain’s handcuffs and let the man fall to instead face you. He caught you the moment you collided with his chest, grip strong and firm, despite the exhaustion you could feel in his shoulders. You had no opportunity to fight the tears that fell from your eyes. They were okay; they were both okay, and you only hugged Katsuki tighter, burrowed into him farther.

He huffed what he could of a chuckle near your ear. “Careful, baby, they’re gonna think we’re more than friends.”

And you knew what he meant, knew there were live broadcast cameras everywhere, but, “I do not give a single fuck, Katsuki,” and your mouth was on his before he had a chance to stop you.

Immediately, you felt one of his hands cradle the back of your head, pulling you into him as he kissed you, leaving not a milliliter of open air between your bodies. Your happy tears continued, even as you finally had him in your arms, and a relieved laugh escaped your chest in a brief moment you’d pulled back to catch your breath.

Despite the teasing tone, you could hear the smirk on his own face, forehead pressed yours when he asked, “Happy to see me or something?”

You laughed through your own response, “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Kats!” Eijirou, finally having caught up after clearing the crowd of people, had the same idea you did. Rather than waste the time to move you to make room, he simply crushed you both into an embrace, lips finding Katsuki’s in an instant. And even after their kiss broke, the three of you stayed that way for a moment; arms around each other, relief and affection flooding what little space there was in the center of the enclosed circle.

“I love you. Both of you, so much,” you mused as you watched Katsuki mirror your stance, cheek pressed to Eijirou’s bare chest, arm wrapped around the larger man’s back. You squeezed into Eijirou slightly and rubbed his back as your other hand raised to palm Katsuki’s cheek.

The blonde leaned into the contact briefly before placing a kiss to the heel of your thumb and nearly whispering, “We still have work to do.”

Gently, you dragged your thumb over his cheekbone and nodded in recognition, then sighed and pulled away. Eijirou’s arm dropped from your waist like a weight, but before either of you could get too far, he pulled you and Katsuki in to press a lingering kiss to each of your foreheads. “So, we’re done hiding now, right?”

A barked laugh erupted from Katsuki’s throat. “I don’t think we could anymore if we tried,” and nodded his head slightly toward the cameras, all pointed directly at the three of you.

You felt a heat creeping up your neck and cheeks but did your best to ignore it. “Well, lets go be good heroes, then, yeah?”

And after everyone had been rescued, after the villain was taken away, after things finally began to calm down, you found each other again. It was as you were walking up, your lovers already conversing between themselves, that you heard your name in an excited scream. Your attention snapped toward Isa, sprinting toward you with reckless inattention to her surroundings.

And she tripped.

Good thing Eijirou was there to catch her.

The yelp she let out was cut off by a surprised “Oh!” as she was lifted back to her feet and set gently on the ground.

“You okay?” Eijirou questioned, straightening his own posture after releasing the girl.

“Woah, you’re so tall!” Her wide eyes stared up at him until her attention was drawn by another voice.

“Heh, you know you’re supposed to answer questions when someone asks you something.”

If it was possible, the small girl’s eyes grew even wider. Her voice however, came out small and shaky, sounding almost terrified when she, instead of answering the question, asked her own. “Dynamight?”

“Who’s asking?” he shot back.

As soon as you stepped close enough for her to reach, Isa reached for your pants and tugged slightly at the fabric before whispering, poorly, from the side of her mouth, “You should introduce me.”

“Or you could introduce yourself,” you offered, doing your best to be encouraging.

She nodded and looked down, taking a deep breath to prep herself before looking back up and shouting, “Hi my name is Isa and I think you’re really awesome Dynamight is my new favorite hero cause you’re so cool!”

Startled almost, by the girl’s immense volume, Katsuki only chuckled as he dropped to a squat to be eye-level with the girl. “Oh yeah? New favorite, huh? Who’d I knock out of that spot?”

“Lemillion,” she supplied.

“Ha! That’s cause he’s a nerd with dumbass hair!”

“Language, Kats, she’s a kid,” you reminded.

“Whatever,” came the dismissal before he turned back to Isa, standing as he spoke. “Come on kid, I’ll let you pull the pin on my gauntlet so you can watch the explosion.”

“AWESOME!” And she bolted after him as he walked a safe distance away, both ignoring the calls of caution from you, Eijirou, and Mrs. Hinata.

As you watched the interaction between Katsuki and Isa, the way she lit up any time he said something, the way his once-cocky smile was easy and genuine, you couldn’t help the places your mind wandered toward. What it might look like to see him interact that way with children of your own; what he and Eijirou would look like holding babies, putting them to sleep against their chests; what it would be like for the three of you to start a family. And you realized you wanted those things desperately.

Eijirou shifted subtly to stand behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he watched the same scene you focused on. His hand settled meaningfully on your hip before an almost-whispered question floated into your awareness. “Can I say something kind of out of pocket considering everything that just happened?”

“Yeah?” you acknowledged, hesitant to move your gaze.

“I think I want kids.”

“Me too,” you blurted so fast you almost interrupted him. You turned to find him staring down at you with wide eyes.

“Really? You’d want that?”

There was a hope in his voice that made your heart swell almost as much as the notion being proposed between the two of you. “With the two of you?” you asked as though to clarify, looking back in time to see Katsuki hoist Isa up onto his shoulders for the return walk. “I’d love that more than anything.”