mmm angst, yummie. :³ have the pic above for shits and giggles before you move on to reading this chapter ..

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It was nice for Katsuhiro to know it wasn't just him who was quirkless.

Izuku Midoriya.

But of course, his prick of a younger twin who used to be the boy's friend didn't appreciate that either, and lo and behold, the greenie had been dumped as what used to be Katsuki's best friend. However, Katsuhiro could care less about the kid. He was too much of a wimp to stand up for himself, and Katsuhiro figured out how much most of the society relies heavily on their quirks more than their physical abilities if the kid even once thought beyond just hoping for a quirk.

Stupid, honestly.

It irks him to watch the boy helplessly shake and tremble as he tries to defend a kid from Katsuki and the other two. "W-Why are you being so mean?" He hears the boy ask his twin brother. He hears the boy trying to stand up for the other kid Katsuki beat to a pulp out of rage. "If you keep hurting him, I-I'll uh ..I'll stop you myself!"

Of course, that barely fazed his twin brother.

"Hmph ..You wanna pretend to be a hero?" The boy pumped his fist and explosions blew from his palms. Katsuki had gotten better control of his quirk within the span of two weeks, and it was impressive, to say the least.

With an irritated grin, Katsuki carried on about Izuku unable to do shit as a quirkless as if it was a statement, a fact, the truth.

Katsuhiro tries to walk away from the scene. He tries to ignore Izuku's cries as his twin brother and the other two beat him to pulp. He tries to ignore it all.

Faintly, he hears his siblings' cries as Kyogo beats them to pulp. Faintly, he hears their mother trying not to make a sound as he smacked, punched, beat her as she protected the rest of his siblings all while he was away selling scraps. Faintly, he hears Genya crying out for him as they endure another day of abuse—

Fuck it. He was already moving and grabbing a stick nearby as he stomped his way to the park. "Oi."

The three boys stopped what they were doing. They whipped their heads to see Katsuhiro coming out from the trees with a blank glare, the wooden stick grasped in his hand that threatened veins to pop out around it. Two laughed at his arrival, mocking how the other quirkless loser is coming to save the day, blatantly ignoring the fact he was Katsuki's older brother.

He doesn't bat an eye to Katsuki glaring at him. Out of the boys, Katsuki was quiet, seething, glaring. Katsuki knew it; his older brother was better, quirk or not. He hated him for it. Hated him even more for breaking their promise.

Katsuki just watched as two of his lackeys charged ahead with an intent to bring his older brother down. Katsuki doesn't stop them, because his older brother has always been stronger, and they both knew that.

The younger twin isn't surprised the boys were taken down to the ground in a flash. There it is again, there was a weak branch that could've easily snapped gripped in his older brother's hand. He saw how Katsuhiro-nii effortlessly made a wooden stick his weapon, how he used that to bring both of his lackeys down along with the wind around them.

Maybe if they were still as close, Katsuki could've been gushing about his older brother being that cool.

Well, Katsuki always thought his older brother was cool. Still thought he was. But he's angry at him. He's mad, he's seething. He hated that Katsuhiro left him behind. They were supposed to be heroes together. Katsuki didn't care if Katsuhiro had no quirk, he was supposed to catch up. Supposed to stay. Not tell him he didn't care.

He hated that despite Katsuhiro being quirkless, he was still ahead. Katsuki was still chasing, never running beside him, never ahead of him. "We're different," Katsuhiro said once. Katsuki never believed him. Not until now. His older brother was looking down at him that time, it made his toes curl and hairs around his skin rise. His older brother screamed at him that day. It scared him to think Katsuhiro was capable of being angry. He never saw his older brother angry, he hated that.

And he hated that his older brother was already so far ahead.

I just want my older brother back.

"T-thank you, Sacchan-" Izuku was cut off when Katsuhiro turned around to glare at him to shut him down. "I didn't do this for your sake. I just happen to pass by. Now get the fuck out of here."

Izuku was startled by the gaze, but it got him running, along with the other boy. With Katsuki's lackeys still down, Katsuhiro didn't have a hard time getting past them. His destination was the exit of the park, and Katsuki was standing in front of it.

Katsuhiro walked past his little brother.

Katsuki whipped his head around and started to yell. "I-I'LL KILL YOU, NII-CHAN!!! I SWEAR! YOU- DAMN NOSY BASTARD!" He watched his older brother walking off, unfazed by his insults and threats, and he screamed louder, more desperate. He just wants his older brother to hear him.

"I HATE YOU! DON'T SHOW YOUR FACE AGAIN BASTARD! DIE!!!"

And Katsuhiro was gone by the time Katsuki was trembling, angrily wiping his tears away.

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One day, Mitsuki took the twins grocery shopping. Their father was at work, and she didn't trust them to stay home without tearing the house apart if another fallout happened. After their visit to the clinic, Katsuki's temper had worsened, and Katsuhiro had become more withdrawn.

Mitsuki spotted Katsuki, engrossed in the TV display, watching All Might's latest battle. She decided she'd come back for him later. Katsuhiro was helping her with the bags, but she couldn't shake the feeling he was doing it just to avoid his twin.

"'Tsuhiro, go keep an eye on your brother. I'll be fine shopping alone." Mitsuki sighed, watching him immediately obey. She couldn't help but notice how much he'd become a mama's boy. Both of them had, really. It hurt her to see them drift apart, especially after the clinic visit. Ever since then, the gap between them had only widened, and neither of them seemed to know how to fix it.

Mitsuki watched as Katsuhiro disappeared from the isles, on his way outside of the grocery shop.

Katsuhiro wandered through the aisles, retracing the path he remembered seeing his brother last. The TV section. But when he got there, Katsuki wasn't in sight. He'd memorized the layout of the store in seconds, there was no way he could've missed his pomeranian-haired brother gushing about All Might in front of the screen.

"Katsuki?" He called out, his voice strained from searching. He'd circled the aisles five times already. His senses, sharp as ever, couldn't catch a trace of his brother's voice. It took him a moment to realize, Katsuki wasn't in the TV section anymore.

"Katsuki!!??" Katsuhiro yelled around. He's already running around the lower ground of the mall. He went up the escalators as a precaution, maybe he's at the upper floor. He's not.

"KATSUKI!!" He yelled, not caring who heard. His voice now cracked with panic; his priority was his little brother. Katsuki could've been taken, just seconds ago, while Katsuhiro wasn't paying attention. And that thought encouraged Katsuhiro to bolt towards the exit.

He sprinted out of the building, down alleyways, and stopped short when he spotted his little brother struggling to stand against his bullies. The bullies backed off when they realized Katsuki wasn't going down.

They ran. But Katsuhiro wasn't going to let them.

He appeared right in front of them, a branch in hand. The boys were too stunned to distinguish him from his younger twin when they screamed in fear, under the impression it was Katsuki with a meaner look accompanied by a darker glint in his eyes with the intention to destroy.

It was clear to Katsuki to see Katsuhiro's stance looking different than the last time, more intimidating, and his face hard like stone. And as he watched, a strange look flickered in Katsuki's eyes. He saw it.

Katsuhiro wasn't here to help; he was here to finish things.

It barely lasted long. His foes who were a few inches his height and preferably are second graders from kindergarten are now beaten to the ground, a horrible match-up. If there was anything the twins had in common, it was beating people up, though Katsuhiro might've been doing that for a long while before his reincarnation.

For a moment, the world seemed to freeze around them. His gaze then met Katsuki's, who looked stunned at his sudden appearance. The stance was familiar to Katsuhiro, and Katsuhiro was already moving before he could think properly.

"Hey!! What the hell are you-" and Katsuki began to thrash about. He refused to believe his older brother was straight up looking his way after weeks of nothing but separation. Katsuki snapped, pulling away from the sudden embrace he wasn't prepared for, especially not coming from his older brother. "What the hell are you doing here?" Katsuki yelled, his fists clenching in frustration. "Why the hell did you come after me?"

Katsuhiro doesn't answer, and Katsuki is seething further. "I don't need you!" Katsuki yelled again, his voice shaking. "I didn't need you before, and I sure as hell don't need you now!"

"BOYS! Oh thank god!" They both snapped their heads towards their mother's strained voice. She was running towards them, a security officer accompanying her behind them, and she enveloped them both in a hug. "Don't disappear on me like that again, you brats! Don't you know how worried I was!??"

Katsuhiro muttered apologies in return, while Katsuki just scoffed, though he initially had already settled in his mother's embrace.

Trying to forget how warm his older brother's hug is as he remembered.

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Meanwhile, Katsuhiro just side-glanced at a familiar greenhead, before deciding to pay no mind while patting his mother's back gently.