fire / introduction

[arcy]

Izuku has never been so glad to be cold before.
He’d gotten used to warmer temperatures. In all honestly, re-adjusting had been hell. But he was ... he was so glad to be home again. There were none of the same people, it wasn’t even the same place. But it was Snowbound and Izuku would see it through. He hops and bounds through the snow, a flask of hot chocolate around his neck. His paws are cold. He doesn’t mind in the least that his body falls in so deep.
At least, not until he runs into somebody. It’s a shock, of course. He stumbles, the scent of something familiar reaching him. Somebody else. The blood was familiar too, of course. Izuku takes a moment to take this in. Pauses, tail twitching rapidly.
Ah.
They seem to be hiding. It used to be easy for Izuku to pick out pelts against the snow. It was an important skill in Snowbound, see. But after his injury, well ... he’d never been able to see as well, after that. And that’s okay.
"H -- Hey, you don't have to hide, you know. We won't hurt you," He promises to thin air, desperately scanning the snow to make out any irregularities. He doesn't manage it. His fur puffs up. Not in ... in anger, or anything, but he sighs, soft. "I -- I can treat your injuries, too. I bet you're cold," He's practically pleading, but it isn't like Izuku had any pride to begin with. With all this said, however, Izuku isn't sure how to continue pushing. So, he waits, ears pricked and alert, eyes round.

☀ WOULD I MAKE A DIFFERENCE