[His heart does a weird little jump in his chest when he hears Katsuki say his name and correct it with his real name like that. Another confusing feeling makes him take a second to just stare at the blond boy with his pupils dilating. And when their hands slide together he simply holds onto it like it's the most normal thing in the world. Gathering to his feet he still stares for a second before he looks away from Katsuki with a short blush burning his nose.

Right. Those pictures.

He looks up again. The first one that they move to look at appears to be two little boys standing side by side. One with a bright glowing sunshine-like smile and messy blond hair. The other is a slightly shorter, watery-eyed boy with a mop of green hair who's also smiling sweetly. They have yellow umbrellas and they're holding hands.

... Izuku looks down at their hands.]

It's the two of us. We're so small... And we're standing together like it's something we do every day. But how are we supposed to know what's real or fake?

[His head is swirling with questions.]