Izuku wakes up calmly, still numb from the day before but quite rested. It's Saturday, which means that his alarm clock didn't go off, he doesn't have to go to class and Marcus is most certainly at work.

He gets out of bed without waking the red-eyed teenager who is still deeply asleep and goes down the stairs without being in too much pain.

He's always in a little pain. In his kidneys, anus, stomach or back, the places depend but the question now is no longer whether he is in pain but to what extent.

Today, he is not in too much pain. A slight soreness, a tingling between the buttocks.

It's a good day.

He butters a toast in front of a cartoon, his shoulders relaxed.

He puts a lot of jam on it and he settles down on the couch to eat it.

His mother is not yet awake and Marcus is definitely not here.

The TV is not very loud and he does not know this cartoon but it is not important because for the first time in a long time: he has a real rest day.

So inevitably someone comes and ruin everything by ringing the doorbell like a madman.

He engulfs the rest of his toast with too big of a bite and when the crazy madman does not stop, his expression tenses and he hastens to go and open this door that is no longer likely to hold on very long.

He doesn't have time to wonder what can be so urgent on a Saturday at half past nine in the morning for someone to decide to come and start their phalanges on people's front door because he opens the said door and a sharp scream sounds in front of him.

"Mrs. Bakugo?"

"I already told you to call me Mitsuki! How you grew up! You've filled up! My, do you have a girl in sight? Are you all right? How's school? Lovers? Grades?"

"Uh..."

He thought he was well awake but seeing the energy tornado that this woman is, he is no longer very sure. Fortunately, a hoarse voice behind him comes to his rescue.

"Leave him be, hag!"

He quickly turns around and sees Kacchan on the stairs rubbing his eyes, still in pyjamas.

"Oh, come on! I wanted to see your mother to tell her that we had just came home and that the sleepy head that is my son can come back tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Well, yes! You're going to spend the day together, aren't you?" Says the woman who takes his confusion for regret.

The green haired boy takes a look at Kacchan but he is on the sofa, his eyes on the TV.

"Well, I have to go! I know you're listening to us so I'm informing you that we received an email from the middle school for your school trip in two weeks! You start making your suitcase when you get home!"

Izuku refrains from hitting his forehead. With the arrival of the blonde, he had totally forgotten the trip to Kumamoto to which his mother enrolled him.

No matter how hard he tries, he can't suppress the shiver that runs through him when he imagines spending a week with his classmates without interruption.

He takes back his plate on his laps much more sadly than desired and lands on the sofa next to Kacchan who has a bowl of hot chocolate in his hands and who is watching the cartoon he had abandoned earlier.

"Sorry for waking you up..."

"It's not you, it's the old hag."

He looks at him, a little surprised to have had an answer. He hears him mumbling under his breath, swearing at his mother and her mania of knocking on people's doors so early in the morning.

Izuku agrees with him but he is careful not to mention it.

Shortly after, the mother of the green boy goes down the steps and informs him that Marcus is on duty all day but that he has forgotten a document at home and he does not need more to know that he will have to play the mailman.

"No problem, I will go there later," says the boy who has no desire to spend his Saturday at his stepfather's workplace.

"I'm coming too."

Izuku turns to the teenager who still stares at the screen.

"Why?"

"' nothing to do."

He doesn't insist and accepts his fate. Kacchan is even less talkative than usual this morning.

After dressing, the boys set off, going down the street where they usually take the bus to continue further and head towards the old town.

Izuku holds the file tightly in his arms so as not to make it spill its innards on the floor and he regularly glances in the direction of the blonde who continues to ignore him superbly.

Again, he turns to see if he has changed his mind but no, Kacchan does not peep a word. The boy is really starting to wonder why he wanted to accompany him.

They soon arrive at the police station and Izuku barely takes three steps through the door that he is called by the receptionist.

"Excuse me!"

"Yes?" Says Izuku, stopping in his way to his stepfather's office to get to her level.

"You are not alone! Go to the waiting room!"

"But-"

"It's non-negotiable. We'll call you."

The green haired boy bites his lip, not knowing if he should insist or give up given her reaction. Fortunately, a strong voice with a Hispanic accent comes to his rescue.

"Hey! Izuku? You've grown since the last time I saw you!"

He turns around and faces an officer with a shaved head who smiles at him.

"Well buddy! What are you doing here?" Says Carls with a genuine happy expression.

"Marcus forgot that..." he said, showing the file after recovering from the slap that the man gave to his arm.

Kacchan is looking at him. The secretary is looking at him.

He wants to disappear.

"Follow me," simply said the man before guiding them through the grey corridors.

In them, he meets several people who greet him, tell him anecdotes in two words and ask him how he's been.

Kacchan gets himself next to him and says his first words since their departure.

"Can you explain what the hell's happening?"

"Well... Marcus is a cop, and when I was little he often took me with him. So all the peoples who have at least five years of service here... know me."

At the end of a corridor, there is a door on which is hung a small sign. It reads:

MARCUS IBRANOVZKI

BRIGADE INSPECTOR OF THE PROTECTION FOR THE MINORS

"He was promoted to inspector two years ago!" Said the man next to them proudly.

"I know," answers Izuku who still remembers what he did to him that evening.

Izuku knocks and goes into the office, followed by Kacchan.

"Izuku! I thought you could bring it to me... and, it had been a long time since you came here!"

He is not fooled by his tone and his happy demeanour only makes him uncomfortable.

He knows why he made him come here of all places, in this place where he has so many friends and allies.

"Yes, father."

They both know he understood that.

The two middle schoolers leave the police station and Kacchan asks him almost immediately:

"What exactly does he do?"

"It's a lot of cases that affects minors. It goes from harassment to murders. He doesn't often tell me about it," he says in a hurry to change the subject.

They go home, eat and then do their homework. Kacchan helps him correct his math test - he makes some remarks that he ignores-.

He had a B, he is happy.

A little while later, he writes information about the new superheroes of the moment in a notebook, leaving the computer to the blonde.

The latter is trying to find some compromising information about the boy on it but unless it's for listening to music, looking for information about heroes or doing his homework, it's as if he was not using it.

And as Deku does not know how to put on the private browsing - he asked him, the other looked at him with round eyes - he quickly gets bored.

When Kacchan returns home, he makes him understand that it's over.

The truce is over.

He doesn't tell him. A simple look in his direction as he walks through the front door is enough for him.

Izuku feels his heart tighten with regrets. At the end of the day, he does not know what is worse: whether he saw him be sweeter or that there was a time when he ignored that he could be.

But Izuku doesn't really have a choice and now he only has his crushed hopes to digest as best he can.