[ The boy heaving silently on the riverbank where Katsuki dragged him is too young and much too small to be Izuku, but in the dark, his soaked curls stuck to his skull and his doll-like Venetian mask attached to a silver coronet bear a passing resemblance to the Hero's green curls. Wet, green and black hair looks almost the same in the dark. ]

I dunno.

[ The disaffected nonchalance of the voice emerging from the mask is definitely nothing like Izuku. The boy rolls his head to the side to face Katsuki, coughs weakly, and makes a tiny, disgruntled noise less than an ugh. ]

But if whoever you're talking about isn't here, I guess they might've. Although this might be my brain shortcircuiting as I explode, so...I have no clue what part of my brain you're supposed to be. Huh.

[ The mask tilts. Katsuki is being evaluated. ]

My inner...blond?