Knobby fingers cupped each side of the blondes face, fingers smoothing the tears out of the way. “Kacchan… You’re right. And it’s standing right in front of me.”

“You don’t have to accept them,” Izuku told him quietly.

“You deserve better.” Katsuki said quietly, holding the flowers to his chest. “You deserve more.” He pursed his lips tightly, hand shaking. The stems started to burn as his eyes began to do the same.