Procreate (слэш)

When Katsuki sees him again while patrolling on his usual route in the city proper, he’s a little stunned. Not because Deku looks different—even though he does. Not because he dresses better, or that he looks healthy and fit and happy. It’s not even the slightest bit of fear he sees in his expression when their eyes meet, though that’s just as out of place—even when Katsuki was mean and violent and absolutely ruthless, Deku never looked at him like that. No, it’s nothing as simple as that. It’s the little boy on his hip, a toddler with skinned knees and a smattering of freckles, curly blonde hair and piercing green eyes.