BUBBLEGUM - izuku

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Izuku was ... naive, in a way. One would probably expect it from someone as sheltered as Izuku. The kitten, after all, had never left his home, only understood the tragedy heroes endured in an abstract sense. He'd only seen a tiny sliver of the truth, seeing the sprawling scar on All Might's stomach, seeing the blood drip from his mouth --
When he'd been separated the way he had --
It didn't matter, not really. Izuku was going to be a hero, someday. Whether he managed to return home or not. Whether -- whether he's deemed enough to find and retrieve or not.
Izuku isn't, but he tries not to dwell on it. He's not sure what he'd do if he just .. gave up.
So Izuku is ... he's just trying to distract himself, for now. He pokes his nose into every nook and cranny he can find. He tries to rework All Might's training regime into something still usable. He makes notes in the dirt and then sweeps them away with a paw.
Izuku hasn't found a new journal yet. He's not really sure where to get one, or where he'd put it where it'd be safe.
Stumbling upon Revolver is an accident. Izuku doesn't make it a habit to purposefully encounter people, not when they were so completely unknown. It's easier this way. Easier than slipping up and getting, somehow, kicked out or hurt. Then there'd been the scent of smoke. It's not ... it's not bad smoke. Not to say Izuku approved of cigarettes, but they're not as liable to burn patches of skin into scars. He hadn't even realized he'd been so close to somebody to be able to scent it, just a short distance away. Izuku wasn't -- Well. He hadn't consciously intended to wander closer. It was an accident, but Izuku was -- it didn't matter.
Something snaps beneath his paws.
A voice -- that one from earlier? The ... the one with the telekenisis?
Izuku squeaks, high pitched. He tries not to tremble, or panic, or --
"I -- I'm sorry!" Izuku says, voice nearly a wail. It's almost too reminiscent of when he first arrived here. He takes a deep breath, stumbles into the open. Regards Revolver with wide eyes. Tries again. "I was -- I was. Um. I was just nearby, I didn't mean to, um," Izuku breaks off. He wasn't very good at words -- sometimes people got upset when you used the wrong ones. His ears twitch, and, gradually, the kitten manages to force himself into a sense of relaxation.
"What're you doing?" He asks, voice still small. A little less like panic. It seemed nosy to ask, but Izuku was -- well. He was curious and it's not like he had to answer anyways. Izuku was just ... he was just being weird again, that was all.