[As kids, Katsuki would sometimes pat Izuku's face and rub at his cheeks in that rough way when he would cry. Trying to mimic the way his mother would wipe his tears when he was that age. But way too aggressive.
He doesn't try to wipe Izuku's tears now. He also doesn't complain about them. If all he has to do is hold him while he cries it out... that's doable. His hand comes up to rest against the back of Izuku’s head.
Green hair. It was going to take some getting used to. A part of him still feels like this isn't the Izuku he knows and... yeah. He isn't is he? Dying changed you.]
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He doesn't try to wipe Izuku's tears now. He also doesn't complain about them. If all he has to do is hold him while he cries it out... that's doable. His hand comes up to rest against the back of Izuku’s head.
Green hair. It was going to take some getting used to. A part of him still feels like this isn't the Izuku he knows and... yeah. He isn't is he? Dying changed you.]