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But then Eijirou’s face goes all soft and questioning again.
“Well, you’re a hero, aren’t you?”
Katsuki’s breath catches jagged in his throat.
He’s been called a lot of things in his life. Some true, some of them bullshit, most a little of both. Prodigy. Bully. Commander. Tyrant. Berserker.
Hero has never been one of them, but—he kinda likes the sound of it.
He might even be grinning.

commission for @bakugoboom, as a gift for @helwolves, part the second. An earlier scene from their fic Sparks this time~