WE ALL STILL DIE ☀ visitor

[arcy]

Izuku has never liked fire.
It burns and it takes and it takes and all it leaves is ashes and fear.
(he's always been scared to have stuff. He knows it won't last.)
.. It was all taken from him in two fell blows, but he's Izuku Midoriya, and he doesn't stay down long.

His first stop, after a month or two spent wandering, is the Typhoon. Kirishima came here. Kach -- Bakugou. Bakugou was here. Normally, Izuku didn't want anything to do with Bakugou. He thinks of fire and burns against his skin, and his gaze remains sharp as ever. He has worse things to fret about. Childhood burns were, in the end, meaningless. Didn't hold a candle to drowning and claws and fire.
Snowbound was gone, and Izuku thinks maybe he could have stopped it, if only he had been there, had tried. He'd always been stronger, making decisions alongside Atbash. (he heard she'd joined the Ascendants. He hopes she's happy.)
He's never really liked the Typhoon, either, and they doubt they're fond of him. A bad history, maybe. He and Tsuyu\s (Tsuyu --) hasty recollection of Kirishima .. He doubts they recognize him, either, though, except as Snowbound's ex-Frosthealer or ex-Snowseeker. In the grand scheme of things, Izuku is meaningless, just a cold-gazed smear of green against history. That doesn't mean he's forgiven them for hurting his friends, or for burning his herbs. It was .. a while ago, though. (when did he start holding grudges?
when did Izuku change?)
Flying comes naturally, now. A beat of wings only just big enough for his body. It's not as comfortable when he's not a dragon, but it's more freeing, in a way. His fur moves with it, and his eyes squint against the salty breeze and it stings and it's comforting, he thinks. (he's always been a masochist, but all of this "self destructive" shit, even small, like this, can't be good.) In the least, it's a good distraction from the sick-to-his-stomach feeling he gets as the island comes into view. The railroad. It feels like coming to collect Kirishima again.
He hates it here.
.. He lands anyways, green paws landing almost steadily on the sand. His fur feels heavy in the heat. He hates it here. Hates it hates it hates it.
He hates the force of his hate.
He wasn't made for hate.
He wishes things would go back to the way they used to be.
.. He's so tired.
"Izuku Midoriya, here for a brief visit," He says, neutral as they come. (izuku midoriya izuku midoriya izuku midoriya, why can't he just be izuku, snowbound's frosthealer again)There's not even a lingering trace of Snowbound on him. Just a green-furred tabby against the shore, waiting for people who might not come.
(maybe kirishima will show up. that'd be nice.
.. bakugou probably won't be happy to see him.
izuku won't be happy to see him, either. but the familiarity, the presumably cruelty of their interaction will, at the least, make him feel like even a sliver of a person, just for a second.)
[[ againsT my better judgement, hi.
he might join im not sure yet. (dont expect him to be happy about it though lol) ]]

[glow=black,2,300]I WONT BE HERE LONG AT ALL ☀[/glow]