Katsuki

"You have a lot of guilt from bullying your childhood friend." "Yeah." His palms are sweaty. Talking about his feelings always made him tense. "I just wish I could like… apologize to him, or something. Tell him that I'm not that kid anymore. I've changed and I'm—saving people. Ugh." He groans in frustration. “Why don't you?" "Why don't I what?" "Apologize to him." “I can't just do that.” “Why not?” "I can't just contact him after a decade. He probably hates me. He should hate me." "Ten years is a long time. Maybe he'd appreciate the closure, as well." "Or maybe the sight of my face will give him a panic attack." "If he owns a television, he'll have seen your face.” And that’s the thought that does it, that convinces him. Katsuki's face and image is everywhere. He has a very extensive merch line, he’s on television fairly often. And to think that every time Midoriya turned on the news, or saw anything related to the fifth most popular hero, that the memories he would have would only be of Katsuki bullying him… He deserved an apology. He deserved much better.