A Temporary Truce

“This is nice.” Shouto said, somewhere in the close distance.Katsuki grunted, noncommittal and slightly muffled. Like something was covering the sound, though Izuku could barely comprehend the concept of someone even occupying the same room as him at that moment.If he couldn’t see it, or them, then it slipped out of his mind like fluffy soft sand between his fingertips. And he wouldn’t see them, since he was still looking at the ceiling and Katsuki wasn’t on the ceiling. But if he felt as floaty as Izuku did, maybe they would both end up there, anyway-Or: Izuku, and maybe two other people who may or may not be in the room, feels strange...