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THAT FAMILIAR SWELL OF EMOTIONS, spiraling like water shooting down a drain, swirling his mind until it turns into a slurry of worry, and trepidation, and fear; sweat lining his palms and flecking along his forehead, his heartbeat quickening in his chest so much so that he can feel his jugular pulse with each heartbeat; his throat closing, making words difficult to eject from his body, if it wasn't already impossible with the way his mind races every which way. there's something sinister pulling his strings, obsidian and shapeless, taking roost over his shoulders and whispering in his ear, rearing his head from reassurances and comfort. it's all so overwhelming that he can't possibly bear it, that he would rather curl up and bury himself in that sinister feeling, learn to get used to it rather than fighting it, accept that this is life ā his life ā often unfair, but inevitable nonetheless.
but that voice breaks through his dark. a strong hand holds his own cowarding, clammy hand, and tamaki instinctively tightens his grip around it, grip it so hard that he has the leverage to push underfoot and emerge from that entropic, dark place, and they're present again, they can breathe again, feeling the touch of mirio's lips against his skin, that warm breath gusting with life. he believes in them. no, it extends past belief: he knows that they can do it ā will do it. it feels that assurance radiating from him, lapping along his body like the warm rays of the sun. it can't disappoint him, it thinks. not when he's counting on it like this. for the first time in what seems to be eons, tamaki takes a deep breath. " okay. " it steps closer, not wanting to break from that warmth. " you and nejire... yeah. i'll try to do it. " a pause breaks his trail of thought. no trying. no what ifs. they correct themself, breathing, " i can do it. "
āĀ Ā Ā YOUĀ CAN.Ā Ā Ā iĀ knowĀ youĀ can.Ā Ā āĀ Ā voiceĀ humsĀ lowly,Ā Ā leavingĀ hisĀ lipsĀ pressedĀ againstĀ itsĀ head.Ā andĀ whenĀ tamakiĀ stepsĀ closer,Ā soĀ doesĀ he.Ā Ā noĀ matterĀ whatĀ stepsĀ theyĀ mayĀ take,Ā Ā theyĀ areĀ neverĀ aloneĀ inĀ it.Ā Ā thereĀ willĀ alwaysĀ beĀ someoneĀ toĀ meetĀ itĀ inĀ theĀ middle,Ā Ā withoutĀ fail.Ā Ā inĀ hisĀ darkestĀ hours,Ā Ā thereĀ willĀ alwaysĀ beĀ aĀ sliverĀ ofĀ lightĀ toĀ guideĀ himĀ backĀ out.Ā Ā strongĀ armsĀ coilĀ aroundĀ it,Ā providingĀ safetyĀ andĀ sanctuaryĀ fromĀ theĀ outsideĀ world,Ā Ā evenĀ ifĀ justĀ forĀ aĀ fewĀ moments.Ā Ā Ā "Ā Ā you'reĀ theĀ strongestĀ personĀ iĀ know.Ā Ā "Ā tenderlyĀ comeĀ theĀ outpouringsĀ ofĀ littleĀ truthsĀ mirioĀ believesĀ aboutĀ him.Ā Ā affirmationsĀ thatĀ perhapsĀ oneĀ day,Ā Ā itĀ mightĀ evenĀ beĀ ableĀ toĀ beginĀ believingĀ itself.Ā
āĀ Ā it'sĀ okayĀ toĀ beĀ nervous,Ā Ā butĀ i'llĀ beĀ withĀ youĀ theĀ wholeĀ time.Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā anotherĀ kiss,Ā thisĀ timeĀ toĀ theĀ temple.Ā Ā heĀ caresĀ notĀ thatĀ they'reĀ lingeringĀ justĀ outsideĀ schoolĀ grounds,Ā norĀ theĀ ideaĀ thatĀ nejireĀ mayĀ beĀ waitingĀ onĀ themĀ inĀ gymĀ gamma.Ā Ā āĀ Ā andĀ hey,Ā i'veĀ alreadyĀ plannedĀ toĀ doĀ mostĀ ofĀ theĀ talking,Ā anyways!Ā besides,Ā they'reĀ justĀ firstĀ yearsĀ andĀ problemĀ children.Ā Ā youĀ rememberĀ howĀ coolĀ weĀ thoughtĀ ourĀ thirdĀ yearsĀ wereĀ backĀ inĀ theĀ day?Ā Ā ā
HE KNOWS THAT ANGUISH WELL. phantoms of the past still lurking in the mind as if it were a haunted house, reopening wounds that one may have anticipated to stay closed, and it hurts just as much as the day it was first inflicted. mirio holds himself with a commendable resolve, but shÅta would be a fool to not see past the faƧade. the boy carries himself with a sobriety only understood by the tormented; it is an aging far beyond mirio's years; an exhaustion that sleep can't possibly shake. and so the hand which stays upon him is an extension of that empathy, a knowingness from his own hauntings, his own phantoms. if this conversation offers mirio anything, let it be the understanding that he is not alone. he's never alone.
" listen to me, mirio. " a sigh escapes his lips, sharing in the student's exhaustion. his hand withdraws, shifting to nest within his pockets. " eri counts on you more than you realize. you've done nothing but provided her a sanctuary that she previously never experienced. " his voice, low and rumbling, has its edges softened as he speaks to him. he stands just beside him, facing the opposite direction, though maintaining his eye contact. " there's nothing selfish about wanting a part of you back. nothing selfish about needing the help. i just want you to know that it wasn't your quirk that saved eri, back then. it was you. "
ITSĀ REMARKABLE,Ā Ā Ā HOWĀ MUCHĀ OLDERĀ HE'SĀ FELTĀ INĀ THEĀ LASTĀ FEWĀ MONTHS.Ā Ā losingĀ hisĀ quirk,Ā Ā heĀ assumed,Ā Ā wouldĀ bringĀ aboutĀ aĀ newĀ pairĀ ofĀ eyesĀ withĀ whichĀ toĀ seeĀ theĀ world.Ā Ā aĀ restartĀ onĀ anĀ oldĀ game.Ā Ā aĀ freshĀ startĀ asĀ somethingĀ new.Ā Ā andĀ yet,Ā Ā he'sĀ neverĀ feltĀ older.Ā Ā afterĀ seeingĀ theĀ thingsĀ heĀ hasĀ āĀ experiencingĀ theĀ thingsĀ heĀ has,Ā Ā theĀ hallsĀ ofĀ uaĀ couldn'tĀ helpĀ butĀ feelĀ soĀ sacredĀ toĀ him.Ā asĀ almostĀ asĀ ifĀ heĀ didn'tĀ quiteĀ fitĀ hereĀ anymore.Ā Ā it'sĀ sillyĀ andĀ doesn'tĀ makeĀ sense,Ā ofĀ course.Ā heĀ knowsĀ hisĀ placeĀ besideĀ nejireĀ andĀ tamaki.Ā Ā heĀ knowsĀ heĀ stillĀ belongsĀ inĀ theĀ bigĀ three.Ā Ā butĀ knowingĀ somethingĀ andĀ believingĀ somethingĀ areĀ twoĀ vastlyĀ differentĀ thingsĀ toĀ conquer.Ā Ā andĀ he'sĀ tired.Ā Ā tiredĀ inĀ aĀ wayĀ heĀ hasn'tĀ beenĀ ableĀ toĀ shakeĀ sinceĀ hisĀ returnĀ fromĀ theĀ hospital.Ā he'dĀ hopedĀ itĀ wouldĀ fadeĀ withĀ time,Ā Ā butĀ nowĀ he'sĀ learnedĀ toĀ masterĀ concealingĀ itĀ behindĀ hisĀ smile.Ā
āĀ Ā iĀ knowĀ sheĀ does.Ā Ā āĀ Ā gentlyĀ said.Ā Ā aĀ huffĀ ofĀ airĀ escapesĀ hisĀ lips.Ā Ā armsĀ foldĀ looselyĀ acrossĀ aĀ broadĀ chest.Ā heĀ doesĀ wellĀ toĀ keepĀ himselfĀ together.Ā butĀ thereĀ areĀ momentsĀ whereĀ heĀ canĀ trulyĀ beĀ seen;Ā Ā behindĀ closedĀ doors,Ā withĀ hushedĀ voices.Ā Ā andĀ certainlyĀ neverĀ aroundĀ anyĀ ofĀ hisĀ classmates.Ā Ā theyĀ needĀ himĀ toĀ beĀ strongĀ justĀ asĀ muchĀ asĀ heĀ needsĀ themĀ toĀ beĀ strong.Ā softĀ eyesĀ turnĀ towardsĀ theĀ window,Ā Ā soakingĀ inĀ theĀ beginningsĀ ofĀ theĀ night.Ā Ā maybeĀ that'sĀ whatĀ he'sĀ inĀ now.Ā notĀ quiteĀ dawn,Ā Ā butĀ dusk.Ā Ā it'sĀ theĀ lightĀ ofĀ othersĀ heĀ canĀ allowĀ himselfĀ toĀ reflectĀ now.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā everyoneĀ tellsĀ meĀ thatā¦Ā andĀ iĀ knowĀ aĀ heroĀ isn'tĀ justĀ composedĀ ofĀ hisĀ quirk.Ā itĀ comesĀ fromĀ theĀ heartā¦Ā butĀ āĀ iĀ guessĀ iĀ justĀ don'tĀ feelĀ quiteĀ likeĀ myselfĀ withoutĀ it.Ā Ā Ā ā Ā
THE DERIDER'S LIP PULLS BACK. they can't help but to scoff at mirio's words, upbeat as they are; therein lies someone, they think, that's barely taking them seriously. it's been the same since he was initially on probation; it's like she's a basket case that they all have to coddle to quell their egos. " hand-to-hand combat? seems completely unnecessary. in what situation would i be without my meta ability, outside of death? " it retorts, only somewhat sarcastic. training outside of their quirk isn't something he's particularly accustomed to, outside of the basics. his ability, redestro said, was powerful enough without. " it's more logical to condition what i already have, right? "
āĀ Ā Ā NOTĀ NECESSARILY!Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā capeĀ swooshesĀ behindĀ him,Ā andĀ itĀ feelsĀ goodĀ toĀ beĀ wearingĀ itĀ again.Ā it'sĀ feltĀ good,Ā Ā he'sĀ realized,Ā Ā toĀ haveĀ hisĀ quirkĀ backĀ āĀ butĀ notĀ thatĀ alone,Ā butĀ toĀ beĀ actingĀ asĀ aĀ heroĀ again.Ā Ā toĀ beĀ ableĀ toĀ helpĀ andĀ save,Ā Ā notĀ excludingĀ theĀ personĀ beforeĀ them.Ā despiteĀ havingĀ beenĀ rescuedĀ fromĀ re-destro'sĀ veryĀ clutches,Ā Ā heĀ knowsĀ theĀ realĀ resucingĀ isĀ justĀ beginning.Ā theĀ hardestĀ partĀ ofĀ beingĀ savedĀ isĀ whatĀ comesĀ afterĀ theĀ battle.Ā Ā (Ā Ā eriĀ taughtĀ himĀ thatĀ well.Ā Ā that,Ā Ā andĀ itĀ wasĀ aĀ brutalĀ truthĀ heĀ learnedĀ forĀ himself.Ā Ā )Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā thereĀ areĀ plentyĀ ofĀ scenariosĀ inĀ whichĀ yourĀ quirkĀ canĀ beĀ nullifiedĀ orĀ renderedĀ useless.Ā Ā havingĀ hand-to-handĀ trainingĀ willĀ giveĀ youĀ anĀ upperĀ handĀ inĀ anyĀ battleĀ youĀ face.Ā Ā now,Ā Ā goĀ on!Ā Ā tryĀ toĀ hitĀ me.Ā Ā iĀ wantĀ toĀ seeĀ howĀ youĀ throwĀ aĀ punch. Ā Ā ā
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walking beside him is a confidence he's all too familiar with, confidence that he might have found a bit hard to keep up with were he anyone else. but he's far from anyone else, especially when he'd known someone just like mirio since childhood. two peas in a pod, to say the least -- the kind of familiar warmth that made you feel like anything was possible. "sounds good to me -- you free after school today?"
āĀ Ā TOTALLY.Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā there'sĀ beenĀ anĀ uptickĀ ofĀ timeĀ mirioĀ hasĀ availiable.Ā Ā sir'sĀ death.Ā Ā theĀ lossĀ ofĀ hisĀ quirk.Ā Ā hisĀ briefĀ ātimeĀ offāĀ fromĀ schoolĀ toĀ recoverĀ āĀ toĀ helpĀ eriĀ settleĀ in.Ā Ā despiteĀ soĀ muchĀ good,Ā Ā heĀ triesĀ notĀ toĀ thinkĀ onĀ itĀ tooĀ hard.Ā Ā hisĀ grinĀ isĀ bright,Ā postureĀ straight,Ā Ā eyesĀ lookingĀ forwardĀ andĀ hopefulĀ aboveĀ all.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā iĀ needĀ toĀ getĀ backĀ inĀ theĀ grooveĀ ofĀ fightingĀ withoutĀ myĀ quirk,Ā Ā anyways.Ā Ā butĀ don'tĀ goĀ easyĀ onĀ me!Ā Ā youĀ needĀ thisĀ practiceĀ justĀ asĀ muchĀ asĀ iĀ do!Ā Ā ā
sand sticks to his hair and makes his scalp itch, but there is no attempt at sitting up. his eyes are focused on the bright blue sky above, and he is only vaguely listening to mirio speak. there is a feeling of emptiness in his chest that he can't quite fill, where he feels like the power he was given should remain. one hand lifts and rests against his sternum, as if pressing against it will ease the void he feels. after a lifetime, he forces himself to sit up. he shakes the sand from his hair and looks to mirio. ā i guess that i got used to being a hero with a quirk. ā logically, izuku knows he was a hero before that, and he is still one after it. but it feels too much like failure, like he's back to where he was before he first stepped onto this beach with all might. ā i don't. . . i don't care about being quirkless. that's how i was born, you know? i care about what's going to happen later. or. . . the future, i guess. ā
andĀ whileĀ izukuĀ focusesĀ onĀ theĀ sky,Ā mirio'sĀ gazeĀ turnsĀ toĀ theĀ ocean.Ā beforeĀ them,Ā aĀ seemingly-endlessĀ bodyĀ ofĀ wavesĀ andĀ depthsĀ knownĀ notĀ evenĀ toĀ theirĀ civilizationĀ yet.Ā imaginationĀ racesĀ withĀ possibilities;Ā ofĀ creaturesĀ andĀ lifeĀ downĀ below,Ā justĀ waitingĀ toĀ beĀ discovered.Ā heĀ attemptsĀ toĀ relayĀ theĀ sameĀ thoughtĀ processĀ toĀ theĀ positionĀ theyĀ findĀ themselvesĀ inĀ now.Ā endless,Ā butĀ waitingĀ toĀ beĀ graspedĀ shouldĀ theyĀ onlyĀ reachĀ out.Ā Ā (Ā easierĀ saidĀ thanĀ done,Ā heĀ knows.Ā Ā )Ā Ā Ā āĀ iĀ understandĀ that.Ā iĀ did,Ā too.Ā Ā iĀ thoughtĀ thereĀ wasĀ noĀ lemillionĀ withoutĀ myĀ quirk,Ā thoughĀ iĀ guessĀ iĀ wasĀ raisedĀ thatĀ way.Ā āĀ Ā theĀ elderĀ laysĀ backĀ onĀ hisĀ elbows,Ā breathingĀ inĀ theĀ saltyĀ breezeĀ asĀ heĀ does.Ā Ā āĀ Ā iĀ knowĀ whatĀ youĀ mean.Ā Ā iĀ careĀ aboutĀ thatĀ too.Ā Ā weĀ haveĀ options,Ā youĀ know.Ā Ā like,Ā supportĀ heroĀ typeĀ stuffĀ withĀ gadgetsĀ andĀ allĀ that.Ā ā¦Ā butĀ iĀ knowĀ itĀ canĀ beĀ hardĀ toĀ jumpĀ backĀ intoĀ somethingĀ afterĀ youĀ feelĀ likeĀ you'veĀ alreadyĀ lostĀ aĀ bigĀ partĀ ofĀ yourself.Ā Ā ā
BALANCED AGAINST THE WALL, arms folded loosely over his chest ā slightly-knit brows relax at the sight of eri snug against mirio's neck, slumbering with such an ease that it's hard to believe that she's the same girl he met, those months ago. these moments of respite that mirio offers her feel sacred to observe, as if he has the indulgence of listening to whispers just above their level of hearing; the violence that beget them both, pockets of misery silently shared between spirits, so much so that they break through its hide and find comfort. it's good, that he's spending so much time with her. it's good to know intimately what one fights for.
" you wear her out, " he says, letting gravity take his head with a slight lull back, pressed upon the wall he leans against. the inquiry ushers a quiet breath to be taken through his nostrils, expelled disquietly through slightly-pressed lips. " i can't promise anything, " aizawa starts, moving from his perch to approach mirio, placing a hand upon his shoulder, " but you see the progress she's been making with her quirk. " eyes shift towards the winding corridors around him, ultimately finding their way back to the young pupil. " it's plausible. and she's proving each day. "
"Ā Ā GOODĀ THING.Ā Ā "Ā Ā it'sĀ quicklyĀ concluded,Ā asĀ handsĀ areĀ washedĀ inĀ theĀ sink.Ā sheĀ deservesĀ toĀ playĀ hardĀ āĀ toĀ thenĀ sleepĀ hard,Ā undisturbedĀ byĀ theĀ nightmaresĀ ofĀ herĀ past;Ā nightmares,Ā thoughĀ theyĀ mayĀ notĀ hauntĀ eriĀ anyĀ longer,Ā creepĀ intoĀ hisĀ sleep.Ā Ā aĀ beak-shapedĀ mawĀ swallowingĀ himĀ whole,Ā shakingĀ himĀ fromĀ sleepĀ andĀ onlyĀ theĀ imageĀ ofĀ hisĀ counterpartĀ canĀ lullĀ himĀ backĀ toĀ sleep.Ā he'llĀ takeĀ them,Ā heĀ decidedĀ eventually.Ā he'llĀ takeĀ theĀ nightmaresĀ fromĀ herĀ andĀ beĀ herĀ hero,Ā Ā evenĀ inĀ slumber.Ā Ā itĀ seemedĀ likeĀ theĀ onlyĀ thingĀ heĀ couldĀ do,Ā anymore.Ā
"Ā Ā IĀ KNOW,Ā Ā andĀ iĀ don'tĀ wantĀ youĀ orĀ herĀ feelĀ likeĀ youĀ haveĀ toĀ promiseĀ anything.Ā Ā Ā "Ā Ā mirioĀ glancesĀ towardsĀ theĀ handĀ onĀ hisĀ shoulder,Ā thenĀ towardsĀ theĀ teacher.Ā heĀ seesĀ whatĀ sheĀ seesĀ inĀ him.Ā Ā despiteĀ theĀ appearanceĀ thatĀ clingsĀ toĀ hisĀ shouldersĀ likeĀ aĀ road-wornĀ cloak,Ā heĀ seesĀ protection;Ā heĀ seesĀ aĀ safeĀ placeĀ toĀ hideĀ āĀ Ā toĀ beĀ somethingĀ genuineĀ withoutĀ judgement.Ā Ā Ā "Ā iĀ doĀ seeĀ herĀ progress,Ā Ā andĀ i'mĀ soĀ proudĀ ofĀ her.Ā Ā "Ā Ā heĀ bitesĀ downĀ onĀ hisĀ lip,Ā displayingĀ aĀ rareĀ signĀ ofĀ anxiety.Ā Ā "Ā itĀ feelsĀ selfishĀ toĀ wantĀ myĀ quirkĀ back,Ā Ā especiallyĀ whenĀ it'sĀ causedĀ herĀ soĀ muchĀ harmĀ inĀ theĀ past.Ā Ā "
ITS TEETH DIG INTO ITS LIP, gnawing anxiously upon puckered flesh in subconscious desire to soothe himself. it's trying not to feel as intimidated as it is, really, but the mere idea of standing up in front of an ever-observant class is as daunting as it gets, and that's not even accounting for the presentation itself. they feel exposed, seen in ways too intimately than desired, like a prey-animal without the cover of tall grass. hunted. always hunted. their downcast gaze only snaps to attention at mirio's interjection, firm enough for them to gain their footing amid the spiral, slippery as those slopes can be. the traction is enough for them to notice the rabbit-quick beating of their heart, the pounding of blood coursing along his temples, agitated enough that they beat like drums in his head. " maybe... " they trail off, loosening the grip on their hands which, they just noticed, had gotten firm enough to feel the bone beneath. they exhale, all taut muscle and tight-breathed. " it's just an eight minute presentation. and i've timed myself when i practiced, but ā that was when i was all alone, and no one was watching me. what if i get tripped up? or too nervous that i forget what i'm saying? "
"Ā TAMAKI.Ā Ā "Ā Ā Ā Ā hisĀ smileĀ faltersĀ justĀ slightlyĀ āĀ Ā toĀ showĀ hisĀ sincerity.Ā tamakiĀ knowsĀ hisĀ tacticsĀ toĀ encourageĀ well,Ā andĀ heĀ knowsĀ gettingĀ throughĀ toĀ itĀ mightĀ requireĀ someĀ extraĀ special,Ā secretĀ abilities;Ā Ā theĀ onesĀ reservedĀ forĀ himĀ alone,Ā Ā thatĀ heĀ dareĀ notĀ shareĀ withĀ others.Ā Ā softĀ eyesĀ noticeĀ theĀ tightĀ gripĀ onĀ theirĀ hands,Ā soĀ heĀ reaches,Ā Ā aimingĀ toĀ cutĀ throughĀ cloudsĀ andĀ darkness.Ā Ā stongĀ handsĀ unravelĀ theĀ tightĀ fistsĀ tamakiĀ hasĀ hisĀ in,Ā andĀ replaceĀ thatĀ violenceĀ withĀ benevolenceĀ āĀ withĀ warmthĀ andĀ assurance.Ā Ā "Ā Ā iĀ knowĀ it'sĀ scary.Ā Ā "Ā Ā Ā thumbĀ brushesĀ overĀ theĀ backĀ ofĀ itsĀ hand.Ā Ā heĀ isĀ here,Ā Ā andĀ hisĀ gripĀ onĀ theĀ otherĀ willĀ beĀ asĀ tightĀ asĀ itĀ needs,Ā forĀ asĀ longĀ asĀ itĀ needs,Ā onĀ whateverĀ slipperyĀ slopeĀ heĀ findsĀ himselfĀ on.Ā Ā andĀ ifĀ needed,Ā Ā he'llĀ rideĀ down theĀ slopesĀ withĀ them,Ā Ā ifĀ nothingĀ elseĀ butĀ toĀ keepĀ tamakiĀ fromĀ beingĀ alone -- and perhaps, to offer a safe place to land.Ā Ā "Ā Ā ifĀ youĀ getĀ trippedĀ up,Ā Ā lookĀ atĀ yourĀ cueĀ cards!Ā Ā andĀ ifĀ youĀ getĀ nervous,Ā Ā takeĀ aĀ breathĀ andĀ startĀ againĀ Ā ...Ā Ā whichĀ iĀ knowĀ isĀ easierĀ saidĀ thanĀ done.Ā Ā lookĀ atĀ meĀ orĀ nejireĀ ifĀ youĀ needĀ extraĀ encouragement.Ā "Ā Ā Ā aĀ kissĀ isĀ tenderlyĀ placedĀ toĀ itsĀ forehead.Ā Ā Ā "Ā Ā eightĀ minutesĀ mayĀ seemĀ likeĀ aĀ longĀ time,Ā butĀ Ā onceĀ youĀ getĀ upĀ there,Ā it'sĀ goingĀ toĀ goĀ byĀ fasterĀ thanĀ youĀ realize.Ā Ā "
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" I'M NOT A CHILD; i know what i'm doing. " and yet he finds himself under the wing of someone younger than he. she's trying to guise the tension lifting its shoulders and locking its jaw, but between unlearning the way of life she built herself upon and being so close to this excruciatingly naĆÆve neophyte, geten is doing his damndest not to lose what little patience she has left. its arms fold loosely over its chest. " i don't know why they sent me here to begin with. they must think i'm stupid. " / @lemilrion.
"Ā Ā IĀ DON'TĀ DOUBTĀ YOURĀ POWER.Ā Ā iĀ readĀ yourĀ file.Ā Ā coolĀ stuff!Ā Ā Ā "Ā Ā Ā despiteĀ theĀ attitudeĀ he'sĀ metĀ with,Ā mirio'sĀ smileĀ remainsĀ confidentĀ andĀ bright.Ā Ā heĀ peersĀ atĀ herĀ fromĀ behindĀ aĀ yellowĀ visor.Ā Ā Ā "Ā Ā theyĀ wantĀ toĀ seeĀ howĀ strongĀ youĀ areĀ withoutĀ yourĀ quirk,Ā Ā soĀ hand-to-handĀ stuff.Ā Ā "Ā Ā Ā that,Ā Ā andĀ whoĀ betterĀ toĀ letĀ looseĀ withĀ thanĀ someoneĀ whoĀ can'tĀ actuallyĀ getĀ hit?Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā seemsĀ needed,Ā Ā givenĀ geten'sĀ currentĀ temperament.Ā Ā Ā Ā "Ā Ā thinkĀ ofĀ thisĀ asĀ aĀ trainingĀ exercise.Ā Ā "
"Ā Ā Ā IT'SĀ NOTHINGĀ TOĀ BEĀ SCAREDĀ OF.Ā Ā "Ā Ā Ā Ā palmsĀ fallĀ flatĀ onĀ theĀ beach,Ā Ā soakingĀ inĀ theĀ much-neededĀ breakĀ awayĀ fromĀ theĀ cityĀ andĀ theĀ schoolĀ andĀ heroĀ trainingĀ āĀ Ā orĀ aĀ lackĀ thereofĀ forĀ theĀ twoĀ ofĀ them.Ā Ā eyesĀ openĀ toĀ beholdĀ theĀ waves.Ā Ā Ā "Ā Ā Ā well,Ā Ā letĀ meĀ rephrase.Ā Ā Ā it'sĀ okayĀ toĀ beĀ scared,Ā Ā Ā butĀ it'sĀ moreĀ fearĀ ofĀ theĀ unknownĀ thanĀ powerlessness,Ā right?Ā Ā Ā "Ā Ā Ā mirioĀ looksĀ towardsĀ theĀ youngerĀ classmate,Ā Ā smileĀ sureĀ andĀ true.Ā Ā Ā "Ā Ā havingĀ aĀ quirkĀ wasn'tĀ whatĀ madeĀ youĀ andĀ meĀ heroes.Ā Ā Ā Ā weĀ didĀ thatĀ onĀ ourĀ own.Ā Ā " / @thisanger > izuku.
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"Ā YOU'VEĀ GOTĀ NOTHINGĀ TOĀ WORRYĀ ABOUT!Ā Ā "Ā Ā Ā mirioĀ stridesĀ besideĀ theĀ younger,Ā Ā armsĀ outĀ withĀ enthusiasm.Ā Ā andĀ forĀ allĀ ofĀ hisĀ brightness,Ā there'sĀ sincerityĀ inĀ hisĀ tone.Ā Ā Ā (Ā Ā asĀ ifĀ heĀ believes,Ā Ā forĀ thatĀ moment,Ā Ā thatĀ noĀ oneĀ isĀ moreĀ capableĀ thanĀ riku.Ā Ā Ā )Ā Ā Ā Ā "Ā Ā ifĀ youĀ wannaĀ getĀ someĀ extraĀ practiceĀ inĀ beforeĀ theĀ exam,Ā Ā i'dĀ beĀ happyĀ toĀ doĀ someĀ trainingĀ withĀ you.Ā Ā Ā " / @roadawn
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THEY WRING THEIR HAND anxiously, stroking the back of their palm in slow, fickle movements, in the vain hope that doing so would dull their sharp edges and calm the nerves bursting from the pit of its stomach. mirio always has a faith in him that he could never bottle and take as his own, as much as he wishes he could; the prospect of standing in front of so many curious, judging faces ā eyes boring into the front of his skull ā having to remember what to say and how to say it, not too loud or soft, and to look pleasant rather than focused, and this, and that... it's too much. too much. " 'one public speech' ā that's easy for you to say, " he dribbles, dipping his head downward to avert his gaze from mirio's smile, lest he crumble even more from the weight of his confidence. " you're great at talking to others. " his expression sours into increasing pessimism. " how can i focus when i have so many eyes looking at me? maybe if they all turn their heads away... "
"Ā HMMMM.Ā Ā "Ā Ā Ā heĀ knowsĀ thisĀ downwardĀ spiralĀ ofĀ theirs.Ā Ā thoughĀ theĀ thoughtsĀ aren'tĀ hisĀ own,Ā they'reĀ almostĀ loudĀ enoughĀ toĀ beĀ interpretedĀ asĀ such.Ā Ā heĀ knowsĀ theĀ rapidĀ racingĀ ofĀ tamaki'sĀ mindĀ āĀ Ā andĀ howĀ evenĀ theĀ loudestĀ voiceĀ mightĀ notĀ cutĀ throughĀ theĀ doubt.Ā Ā (Ā Ā Ā ifĀ onlyĀ itĀ couldĀ seeĀ whatĀ heĀ does:Ā Ā Ā theĀ lightĀ thatĀ eatsĀ theĀ sun,Ā Ā hisĀ motivation,Ā Ā hisĀ biggestĀ hero.Ā Ā Ā )Ā Ā Ā butĀ thatĀ beliefĀ isĀ harderĀ toĀ expressĀ thanĀ itĀ seems.Ā Ā Ā "Ā Ā Ā hey.Ā Ā "Ā Ā Ā Ā hisĀ voiceĀ ringsĀ through,Ā Ā sternĀ butĀ caringĀ Ā āĀ Ā ifĀ onlyĀ toĀ beĀ aĀ handĀ extendingĀ toĀ tamakiĀ inĀ theĀ depthsĀ ofĀ hisĀ mind;Ā Ā Ā aĀ singleĀ lightĀ inĀ theĀ darkness.Ā Ā Ā Ā "Ā Ā don'tĀ lookĀ atĀ theĀ others.Ā Ā i'llĀ beĀ inĀ theĀ crowd.Ā Ā Ā whyĀ don'tĀ youĀ lookĀ atĀ me?Ā Ā Ā i'llĀ beĀ lookingĀ atĀ you,Ā Ā sure,Ā Ā butĀ iĀ doĀ thatĀ allĀ theĀ time!Ā Ā i'llĀ beĀ thereĀ forĀ you.Ā Ā Ā andĀ look,Ā Ā Ā iĀ canĀ sitĀ inĀ theĀ middleĀ ofĀ theĀ crowdĀ soĀ itĀ looksĀ likeĀ you'reĀ talkingĀ toĀ everyone!Ā Ā Ā "
HEĀ COMESĀ INĀ QUIETLY.Ā Ā theĀ childĀ drapedĀ overĀ hisĀ shoulderĀ sleepsĀ soundly,Ā Ā andĀ heĀ doesn'tĀ mindĀ theĀ stickyĀ candyĀ appleĀ stuckĀ toĀ hisĀ shirt.Ā Ā it'sĀ strangeĀ āĀ theĀ feelingĀ ofĀ fulfillmentĀ holdingĀ herĀ offers;Ā Ā aĀ feelingĀ hisĀ capeĀ neverĀ couldĀ provideĀ alone.Ā Ā mirioĀ carefullyĀ tucksĀ herĀ intoĀ bedĀ beforeĀ shuttingĀ theĀ doorĀ and,Ā atĀ last,Ā addressesĀ theĀ stickyĀ situationĀ ofĀ hisĀ shirt.Ā
"Ā Ā sheĀ onlyĀ fellĀ asleepĀ fiveĀ orĀ soĀ minutesĀ beforeĀ weĀ left.Ā Ā "Ā Ā theĀ appleĀ isĀ peeledĀ offĀ byĀ theĀ stickĀ andĀ discardedĀ intoĀ theĀ trash.Ā Ā thenĀ soft,Ā Ā brightĀ andĀ hopefulĀ eyesĀ landĀ uponĀ theĀ teacher.Ā Ā "Ā hey,Ā Ā canĀ iĀ askĀ youĀ something?Ā Ā āĀ doĀ youĀ reallyĀ thinkĀ sheĀ couldĀ restoreĀ myĀ quirk?Ā Ā " / @erazur