A/N: you asked and now you'll receive. nobody could decide on whether they wanted a short update or a long one so I settled in the middle—a little over 5k. HUGE trigger warnings for this chapter so read with caution if you're easily triggered. otherwise, hope you enjoy!

"You're leaving…"

It's more of an observation than it is a question but Hitoshi is more than aware that his father is expecting some sort of an explanation—something that he had yet to offer even to Katsuki upon startling him from his sleep and telling him to pack their miniscule belongings as quickly as he can. He hadn't expected Shota to be waiting for them on their way out, sitting at the kitchen table in the dark as if he'd already known that Hitoshi would run off in the dead of night. The mercenary mutely thinks to himself that he should have expected as much but standing there under his father's scrutiny still gives him an uneasy sense of discomfort—like a teenager that's just been caught sneaking out past their curfew.

"We are. Just think that maybe we've been in one spot for too long. Don't want to get too comfortable when there's so much at stake here." Hitoshi finally breaks the stifling silence between them with a stiff shrug.

"You weren't going to say goodbye."

Because he knew that if he'd told his father that he was leaving without a plan, he'd try to convince him to stay. He'd get himself involved in this much bigger mess that Hitoshi has gotten himself into. It's bad enough that he's being faced with potentially losing the love of his life. He doesn't want to lose his father as well—however estranged they may be.

He has to get Katsuki somewhere safe and get rid of Chisaki as soon as possible. He can't face an army as big as Midoriya's with Kai and his circus of idiots in the way.

"Didn't want you to be worried."

"I'd be less concerned if you weren't running out of here like there was hellfire on your ass instead of like someone who was trying to play it safe." The older man says with a pointed look. Frankly, Hitoshi is unsure of what to tell him. Should he admit that he'd gone and kicked the hornet's nest when he was already in an impossibly sticky situation? Regardless of what excuse he may offer, it's fairly clear that Shota can sense that something is wrong. He won't be able to comfort him with vague simplifications. 

"You came here for help, son."

He does need help. For the first time in his life, he's in way over his head. He thought that he could handle this. He thought that it would be easy. But he can't just shoot his way out of this one. He doesn't have the guns, the ammo, or the manpower.

For the first time in his entire life, Hitoshi isn't confident that he'll make it out of this contract alive.

If Shota tries to help him, then he'll die too.

But he has to live. Katsuki has to live.

At the very least, the two of them will have each other once he's gone. It'll be a much better world for them without monsters like Chisaki and Midoriya around. Monsters like him.

They can finally be happy.

They can finally be free.

And he refuses to allow Shota to jeopardize that by finally being a father for once.

"I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have come here at all. I should've just handled this myself instead of dragging you into this when all you wanted to do was leave this life behind."

This seems to catch Shota by the ankle, bolting up from his chair as Hitoshi grabs Katsuki by the hand and tries to make his way to the door but Shota blocks him.

"Don't be stupid. I'm not letting you go out there without a single fucking clue just to get you and Katsuki both killed."

"And I'm not staying here to risk losing you too, so get the fuck out of my way."

He vehemently tries to shove Shota out of the way but he's not strong enough to overpower him, Shota grabbing his wrist in an impenetrable hold and trying his best to use restraint as not to hurt him. He wants to de-escalate the situation before it becomes much too physical but Hitoshi is becoming manic rather quickly.

The sun will be coming up soon. He doesn't know how much time he has before Midoriya is able to sniff out his trail. The last thing he wants is for it to lead him here.

Hitoshi releases Katsuki's hand in order to free his own but Shota dodges him with an irritating amount of grace, easily able to incapacitate his son by slamming him flush against the front door with both hands pinned behind his back. The sound of the door rattling under his weight pulls a gasp from Katsuki's lips as he stands there trapped within the frigid grasp of fight or flight. The tight feeling in his gut warns him that meddling would only make things worse but the pained grunting that Hitoshi makes as he struggles against Shota's grip overwhelms him.

He's never seen him so helpless before.

Suddenly the impenetrable, bulletproof shadow that was Hitoshi Shinsou was no longer invincible—a frightened animal of prey.

Human. Just like the rest of them.

"Fucking stop, you're hurting him!" He screams at Shota but the older man doesn't even flinch. "He's fine, honey, I'm just gonna hold him until he calms down." He  assures Katsuki without missing a beat, though it feels reminiscent of how one would placate a fussy child. He presses his knee into Hitoshi's back as the younger mercenary bucks against the solid oak in a futile attempt to free himself. "I don't want to fight you, son, I just want to talk."

"Fucking—get off of me!" He snarls like a feral dog but again, Shota doesn't budge. "It's okay to be scared when the walls are closing in on you and you don't know what to do. I've been there more times than I can count—"

"Shut up! I'm not fucking like you, okay?! I could never fucking be like you!"

"No, you couldn't be."

"You don't fucking think that I tried?! I spent my whole life tryna pony up to the expectations that you had for me and it was never fucking enough—I was never good enough for you! You just fucking left me behind like I was nothing! You never even came to look for me—not even once—and like an idiot, I never stopped loving you!" It comes strained and ragged, his voice like gravel as it becomes more and more difficult for Hitoshi to hold himself together. Katsuki can't tell if it's from exertion or the overwhelming amount of emotion that he's feeling, but he can tell that he's in pain. He's vulnerable…and he's probably never felt like this before. It must've been terrifying for him. "So I fucked up, okay? I couldn't just leave behind any and everything I care about to finish the fucking job like you! I don't wanna fucking hear about how you think I fucking feel—you have no idea!"

Shota looks as if a rug has just been yanked out from beneath him. Just like Katsuki, he'd always seen his son as someone that was immovable—never one to be a victim of his woes. He'd always talked about his less than ideal childhood like it was a cakewalk. About the horrific experience of his mother's death as if they were discussing the weather. He'd never imagined that all of the trauma that Hitoshi held on to was created by him.

"Son. You haven't done anything wrong. "

"You don't understand! I was just supposed to fucking kill the bastard and get on with my life—that's always been the job! We'd never be in this shitshow if I hadn't gotten involved with Katsuki! We'd never be in this mess if I had never fallen in love with you! And now there's a war coming…and it's all my fault because I failed to do my fucking job!"

Katsuki is hit with an overabundance of emotions upon hearing this. Is he saying that he should have just left Katsuki behind? Is he saying that he regrets saving him? In hindsight, maybe that would have been for the best. He never wanted to make Hitoshi miserable. It seems that misery is the only gift that Hitoshi has received from choosing to love him.

He should have gone back to Izuku when he had the chance.

Shota attempts to comfort his son once more by making light of the situation with an amused chuckle.

"A war? Come now, you can't be that terrified of the Hassaikai. We can handle them, Hitoshi. You don't have to worry about—"

"I told you that I fucked up, didn't I?! It's not just the Hassaikai that I have to worry about anymore."

"...What did you do?"

Hitoshi hardly manages the bitter laugh that he wheezes out, still pressed against the doorframe.

"I was supposed to bring Katsuki back to him weeks ago. But I couldn't just let him take my baby away from me—I couldn't just leave behind the only person who's ever loved me and I can't stand the idea of them locking him away to be looked at like some sort of fucking trophy—he deserves freedom! He deserves to make his own choices and live a life that he can be proud of…"

His voice is cracking. He's having a difficult time keeping his voice from failing him.

"He'll cut down anyone in his way to get him back. Even you. And especially me. But I'm willing to die to keep Katsuki safe and I can't live with myself knowing that you'll die with me just for the sin of sharing the same blood so please…please just let me fucking do this for you, okay? Please…"

"You can't fight the League and the Hassaikai on your own."

"I don't have a choice!"

"Which is why you should just let me help you." Shota reiterates. Frustrated, Hitoshi bucks against the door again. "It's like you haven't listened to a single fucking word I've said!"

"All I've heard was you tell me how much of a shitty father I am and why you think that's a good enough reason for me to let you march out there to your death."

He releases Hitoshi and watches him fall to his knees, no longer struggling against him as he has lost the strength to fight. He falls forward to rest his head against the door, hiding his defeated and tear-stained face from their gaze. His father kneels down beside him, resting a callous hand on the crown of Hitoshi's unkempt head.

"You have every right to be pissed at me for not being there. I didn't understand back then how terribly I had failed you by making the choice to let you raise yourself. I thought that I was doing what was best for you, not having you live in my bloodstained shadow…but I was wrong. And I know that an apology isn't what you want to hear but I am sorry, Hitoshi. I've regretted it every single day of my life.

"I looked for you. I actually did find you once—the day that you'd graduated from the academy. You looked so happy…and I didn't want to ruin that by coming back into the picture again like the trainwreck that I was. I wanted you to have the choice because I love you. I have never stopped loving you, Hitoshi. And I never will."

Hitoshi sniffles, visibly trembling from the amount of effort that it takes to keep himself from sobbing and Katsuki can feel his heart shattering. He can't do anything to ease his pain. He can't do anything to help him.

Then again, maybe he needed this closure.

"I've missed every opportunity there was to protect you, kid. The very least that I can do now is to be there when you need me the most. It's a lot to ask but…don't leave me behind. Don't try to do this alone. Let me be there for you. Can you do that?"

Hitoshi shrugs, audibly swallowing the lump in his throat before he responds.

"Not like you're giving me a choice."

"I'm not. But it's always easier if you agree to see things my way." He pats Hitoshi on the back before picking himself up from the floor, encouraging Hitoshi to do the same. "Come on, get up. Sun'll be up soon. I'll put on some coffee and we can figure out a game plan before your friends decide to pay us a visit."

Even though this seems to put Hitoshi's mind a bit more at ease, Katsuki doesn't feel as if this has solved anything.

Especially now that he knows that the  problem is him.

#

"Katsuki?"

"Hm?"

"Are you alright, baby?"

Katsuki finally tears his gaze away from the blurred treeline on the outside of the passenger seat window, his internal drowning interrupted by the concerned tone of his lover's voice. They're driving up some rural back road and the only two things he's seen for miles are trees and thick brush. Like always, he hasn't a clue of where they're going but it seems like they're headed even farther away from the city. He supposes that this makes sense. A gunfight in the middle of the shopping district doesn't exactly sound ideal.

They ended up leaving Shota behind as he'd said that he needed to make a few phone calls to some very old friends. He assured them that he'd be right behind them, but Katsuki hadn't seen another car on the road for hours.

"Where are we going?" He asks Hitoshi, deflecting the mercenary's initial question with one of his own in an attempt to change the subject.

"To see Mei. She's the only other person that we can trust right now and she's holding on to some incredibly useful merchandise for me."

"Oh."

"Mhm."

He wants to ask if he's sure that they can trust her. Isn't there a bounty on them both? How does he know that she isn't going to want the money for herself? Trusting her could be dangerous for them. Trusting anyone could be dangerous.

"Is there something you want to talk about? Been awfully quiet this morning. Spacing out on me." Hitoshi doubles back to his original line of questioning, briefly glancing away from the road in an attempt to read Katsuki's body language. The blonde is unsure if he should say what he's been thinking. He doesn't want to cause any more trouble than he already has but Hitoshi isn't exactly the type to let things be. He'll just push and prod and wear Katsuki down until he tells him what he wants to hear.

He's really honed in on those interrogation techniques.

"I…I guess I'm just anxious, is all. This is all some pretty scary stuff." He says, feigning a lighthearted laugh as he fidgets with the zipper on his coat. Hitoshi nods in understanding. "It is. I'm sorry that this is something that you've had to go through. This isn't exactly how I hoped our love story would go." He replies, mirroring Katsuki's nervous laugh.

"There wouldn't be a love story at all if we hadn't gone through this."

"That's true."

"Maybe you'd have been happier."

This prompts a brief silence between them. Hitoshi seems to need a moment to unpack this statement—to determine its underlying meaning—but just in case he's got the wrong idea, he asks Katsuki for clarity.

"What are you saying, sweetheart? Whatever you want to say, just come out and say it. I won't be angry. You can talk to me."

Katsuki heaves out a heavy sigh as the ugly feeling of doubt begins to sink deep into the pit of his gut. Is there even any point in telling Hitoshi how he feels? They're far past the point of no return. They've already made their choices. Even if Katsuki decides to surrender and go back home to Izuku, there's no guarantee that Midoriya would ever give up on hunting Hitoshi down. He's slighted him. Izuku won't take that lightly.

Talking won't fix anything now.

But just maybe it'll be worth it to get rid of the heavy, overwhelming feeling in Katsuki's heart.

"Do you…regret loving me?"

"What?"

It's as if Hitoshi can't believe what he's hearing—or moreso that he can't believe he's being confronted about this. There's another short silence between them as Katsuki's anxiety grows exponentially worse. He's beginning to wish that he hadn't asked, mostly because he can sense that he doesn't actually want to know the answer.

"Earlier you said…that you'd fucked up by falling in love with me. You're risking your life because you feel like you have to right a mistake that you made. And I just wanted to know if you regretted loving me. I-If you regret knowing me…"

He already knows the answer. He just wants to hear him say it.

Maybe that will give him all the courage he needs to try and save Hitoshi for once. To put all of this to an end.

Hitoshi's lips close and open once more like a fish out of water, unsure of how to address the topic of conversation so his lips snap shut altogether. A moment passes and then another before they're back to riding in silence. Katsuki is smart enough to get the gist. No answer is sometimes an answer in itself.

"It's okay. I understand."

Hitoshi sighs.

"I don't think that you do, honey."

"Then why can't you give me a straight answer right now?"

"Because isn't that simple. It's not something that I can just say yes or no to. It's a complicated situation."

Katsuki feels tears welling up in his eyes, frustrated and tugging at his hair.

"You've always been straight with me before but now everything's complicated."

"Baby…I just don't want to say something to unintentionally hurt you."

"Well you did that already when you offhandedly mentioned that saving me was the worst decision of your life but I get it. I'd resent me too, if I were you."

"I didn't say that—"

"Maybe not in so many words but you definitely got the point across."

"That's not what I fucking meant, okay? Saving you was my decision and I just dragged you along for the ride. I could never resent you for something that was my fault. And maybe…maybe I do regret making some of the decisions that I made when it came to you but these few months we've spent together have been the happiest days of my life so no, I will never regret loving you. I just regret that I had to love you in these circumstances. That you had to love me in these circumstances. You're worth it to me."

Katsuki blinks away his tears with a roll of his eyes.

"That's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard. I'm just some person and you're risking everything for me—"

"I could say the same thing to you. You fell for the guy that basically kidnapped you and you never resented me—not even a little. Probably developed Stockholm syndrome somewhere along the way."

"If that's true then why am I willing to surrender myself in order to save your life?"

Hitoshi fully takes his attention from the road in order to shoot Katsuki a dangerous glare.

"Because you're a fucking idiot, that's why."

"Don't talk to me like that!"

"How the fuck else am I supposed to respond to absolute most chicken-brained shit that I've ever heard you say?"

"So I'm an idiot for wanting to save the man that I love but you're risking everything for me and that makes you what? A hero? Don't fucking kid yourself!"

"Here we fuckin' go—"

"You said it yourself, Izuku loves me more than anything! He wouldn't kill me; I'd go home and he'd try to make a life for me there! That sounds a lot better than having to force myself to watch you die—even if I spend the rest of my life chained to a bed!"

"For fuck's sake—I went through all of the hard work of fucking keeping you safe and keeping us together and you're just ready to throw it all the fuck away because you don't have any faith in me. If that's the case then maybe I should've just left you cold and naked in the alley that night for Chisaki and his idiots to do whatever the fuck they wanted with you. Is that what you wanted?! Or would you rather it be Midoriya shoving your face down into a pillow every night?! Huh?! Use your fucking head for once!"

Katsuki's mouth snaps shut and curls into a frown as he sinks back into his seat, arms folded tightly over his chest. A tear finally escapes him despite his efforts to conceal them. He wants to tell Hitoshi that just moments ago, he didn't even have faith in himself but at this point it's a pretty moot argument.

"You said you wouldn't get mad."

"I don't wanna be mad."

"Then why are you yelling and cursing at me?"

"Because sometimes you drive me fucking crazy with that selfless bullshit."

"You're mad at me because I don't want you to die?"

"I'm pissed that you'd think I'd ever want you to give up on your happiness for a fucked up bastard like me."

"Because I love you?"

"Then love me enough to let me fight for this. Please don't make this any harder than it already is. Please."

Katsuki untucks a hand to wipe his face as the tears drying onto his skin begin to feel uncomfortable.

"Can you say that without yelling next time? I don't like it when you yell at me like that."

Hitoshi curses under his breath, reaching over to place a comforting hand on Katsuki's thigh and give it a squeeze.

"I'm sorry, honey. I'm not trying to hurt your feelings; I'm just under a lot of pressure right now. I don't like fighting with you, either. We should be lovin' on each other now more than ever. Think you can forgive me?"

Katsuki shrugs but reaches down to lace their fingers together in spite of himself.

"I'm sorry, too. I'm just scared. We don't know how this is going to turn out…"

He pauses as a thought crosses his mind.

It never occurred to him until now that Hitoshi may have to end Izuku's life in order to save their own. He understands that Izuku is the enemy right now but…he still loves him. They've spent their entire lives together. He doesn't want to see it come to such a terrible end. Izuku was his first friend—his only friend for quite some time. He was Katsuki's family.

Why did it have to come to this?

Hitoshi brings their entangled hands up to his lips to press his lips against Katsuki's knuckles.

"However it ends, I'm glad to have been here with you."

A loud POP! suddenly rattles the car and Hitoshi yells a string of obscenities as he begins to lose control of the vehicle, pedal to the floor as he slams down onto the brakes.

Both of their front tires are shot.

Katsuki feels the air vacate his lungs as he holds on for dear life, every muscle and tendon in his body painfully clenched as the car spins out of control.

Just before they go careening down the steep incline of trees and shrubs, the blonde catches a glimpse of the perpetrator.

A dark colored SUV with tinted windows ducked amidst a pocket of trees.

And Hitoshi didn't see them because they were arguing.

Once again, Katsuki has gotten them into deep shit.

"Shit! Hold on, Katsuki, just hold on!" Hitoshi yells as they pummel through the thick and forested area, flattening and crashing into trees as they go. Katsuki cries out in fear as the car flips over, unable to suppress his panic as Hitoshi's head slams against the steering wheel and his entire body goes limp.

The last thing he hears before everything goes dark is the sound of shattering glass.

#

"ₖₐₜₛᵤₖᵢ…"

What is that noise?

The ringing in his ears…

The voice sounds like it's so far away.

"ₖₐₜₛᵤₖᵢ…!"

But someone is calling for him, he's sure.

He smells…gasoline…

"KATSUKI!"

The flaxen blonde's eyes snap open as the ringing in his ears subsides, but his vision is obscured by the viscous red liquid dripping down into his eyes as he frantically swivels his head around. He's disoriented and nauseous, dry heaving as the breath returns to his lungs.

"Hitoshi?! Hitoshi—"

"I'm here, baby, I'm right here!"

Sticky, bloody hands reach out to cup Katsuki's face and bring him around to meet Hitoshi's gaze. That's when Katsuki realizes that they're upside down.

And the massive shard of glass sticking out of Hitoshi's skull.

Katsuki feels the urge to vomit, bile bubbling within his gut as he begins to panic all over again.

"Oh God—Oh God—"

"It's okay! It's okay, honey, I'm okay! But we don't have a lot of time, okay, so I need to know if you're injured anywhere—can you walk?"

Katsuki tries and fails to steady his breathing, squeezing his eyes shut so as not to focus on Hitoshi's grotesque injury, but he sees it even when he closes his eyes.

"I-I-I think I hit my head—ribs are broken; i-it's hard to breathe—but I think I can move. I need to get help! We have to get you to a hospital—"

"Katsuki. Listen to me, baby." Hitoshi cuts him off, hands trembling against Katsuki's skin. "I need you to get out of the car and run. Run as fast as you can but don't go back towards the road, okay? I need you to run down that hill." He keeps going even though Katsuki is visibly shaking his head.

"P-Please…don't make me leave you."

"I'll be right behind you, baby, I promise."

"Toshi, please, I'm scared!"

"I know! I know, sweetheart, but I need you to be brave and trust me right now. Can you do that for me? Can you be brave?"

Reluctantly, Katsuki nods his head. He can hear voices coming from up the hill—cat calls and loud whooping. Laughter.

They're being hunted.

Yet Hitoshi still pulls himself together enough to smile for him.

"Okay. Okay, good boy. I'm coming right behind you, okay? Gimme some love."

Katsuki doesn't turn away when Hitoshi leans in to kiss him.

He prays that this kiss doesn't mean goodbye.

"Go. Go, now. Do not stop running, do you hear me?" He reiterates as Katsuki struggles to free him from his seatbelt. He manages to cut himself free with a shard of glass, crawling out from beneath the car through the opening of the broken windshield.

With his last glance, he sees Hitoshi checking his firearm to make sure that it's loaded.

"Katsuki~! Where ya goin', gorgeous?"

His legs buckle as he hears the familiar voice calling out to him.

Denki.

He sees him.

Katsuki gathers all of his strength and uses it to run, stumbling further down the hill.

"Aw, c'mon, sweet thing! We just wanna talk to you! Shouto's worried sick; I'm just here to bring ya home!" Denki yells after him, his voice bouncing off of the trees in an echo. He thinks he hears "Don't just stand there, go fuckin' get him!" but he doesn't dare turn around, ignoring the excruciating pain of his injuries and forcing his legs to go as fast as they can carry him.

Even as the sound of rapid gunfire rings out he simply ducks down and keeps running—running and running—until the gunfire suddenly stops.

"No! No, no, please—"

He turns to confirm his fears but he's too far down the hill to see the crash anymore. All that he sees is a group of men cackling at him, guns and machetes at the ready.

"Heeeeeere, Kitty Kitty!"

"We won't hurt'cha baby doll!"

"We just wanna have a lil fun! Hell, I'm willin' to bet you'd like it!"

He nearly trips over a tree root as he takes off down the hill again, lungs heaving and burning from exertion. No matter how fast he runs, however, it seems that the men on his tail are much faster.

His foot tangles itself in a bed of weeds and he hits the ground so hard that he bounces, throwing him headfirst down the hill.

He claws at the dirt as he tries and fails to pull himself back up again, screaming out in pain as his body contests him.

"The pretty ones always struggle." A smug voice says from behind him and Katsuki feels his entire body tremor in sheer terror as he's flipped onto his back.

The sight of his captors towering over him leaves him wallowing in an impending  sense of doom. He loses control of his bladder and they all have a laugh at his expense.

"Whaddya say? Should we have a go at him before we take him back?"

"Didn't Boss say not to touch him?"

"Seriously? He's already fucked up; who's gonna notice if we go a few rounds with him?"

Katsuki opens his mouth to beg but he can't seem to fathom anything more than whiny gibberish—begging for his life. They didn't do anything wrong. Why is this happening?

One of the hunters drops his gun, freeing up his hands as he reaches down and rips Katsuki's tights right off of his body. The injured boy shakes his head in denial but his weak struggling gets him nowhere.

They're going to rape him.

He'd rather they just kill him instead.

Bang!

The sound of a gun firing sends Katsuki's heart racing, eyes snapped shut as he waits for the searing pain of a bullet to hit him but it never does. Instead, he feels warm blood splatter against his face and bare legs. A loud thunk! forces him to open his eyes.

At his feet lies the man that had just been undressing him only moments before.

The other hunters are just as confused as he is, fumbling for their weapons but it's much too late. The next shot drops two of them at once and they never even saw it coming.

The last hunter decides against sticking around, making a mad dash for the top of the hill.

He only makes it about twenty feet before another shot fires as he drops dead right there on the forest floor.

The woods become dead silent—not a gust of wind or a bird overhead. Katsuki waits for something to happen—for him to suddenly drop dead too—but nothing happens. He's uncertain of how long he sits there before he attempts to stand again.

If Denki and the rest of those bastards heard any of those shots, then he doesn't  have much time before they're on him again. He has to force himself to get up and run.

It's the last thing that Hitoshi asked him to do.

He can't believe that Denki would just gun him down like that. He thought that he knew him. He thought that they were friends. Was he in on this the entire time? Did he know that Izuku was going to do this? Why didn't he do something to stop him? Why would he—

"Hey."

Katsuki's inner turmoil comes to a screeching halt as he comes face to face with an unfamiliar woman—dark skin and brightly bleached hair that's lighter than even his own. He hadn't even heard her approaching him. Was she tracking him, too?

"I understand that you're in a pretty fucked up mental state right now, but you don't have time for an existential crisis. Can you stand?"

She tosses something—a blanket—over Katsuki's legs and he shakes his head. She's helping him? Who is this woman?

"Figures. This is gonna be uncomfortable but I'm gonna have to carry you. We have to move fast; you'll bleed out from those wounds if you don't get treated soon."

He grimaces in pain when she lifts him but he'll endure the agony of it all if it means getting far the fuck away from here.

A/N: I'm a little rusty so sorry if it sucks. I'm doing my best to stay as active as I can here! It feels good to write something again! 👍🏼