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「🔥」 → izuku’s bent at the waist && panting, the ADRENALINE from missing a very important jump having already petered away. smoke hisses from between sharp canines, inhaled once && forced out through his nose.

「🔥」 → they’d been at it for only fifteen minutes, not including the TWO HOURS they used up the day before. his energy reserves, however, ran dry a bit earlier than he originally anticipated.

「🔥」 → which brings him to where he is now, out of breath, out of fuel, && almost out of SPIRIT.

「🔥」 → he looks up, green, slitted pupils dancing around irey’s face before settling on a freckle just below her cheekbone. he GRINS, flashing his teeth, feeling any anger give way to awe && admiration.

→ “ you’re really amazing, west! even without your quirk, you’re so fast && flexible... your reaction time - your quick thinking - is that another aspect of your quirk?

→ does it accelerate your thought process?

→ when your quirk is erased, does it erase the other parts too?

→ the healing speed,

→ your fast metabolism -

→ are you able to quickly build up muscle mass because of how you h - oh. sorry. “

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┏ unprompted ; ┐

whenever something started with, ' you can't tell me dad, ' dick knew it was going to be something he most definitely wanted to tell wally. after all, wally was his best friend. but. . . irey was also his best friend's daughter and he had a duty to the younger generation to keep them safe and in line.

or at least he would try.

              "hm," he hummed thoughtfully, arms crossing over his chest as he weighed his options. either he would be saddled with a pretty heavy secret or this was just a joke. either way, he would rather have his team dump their problems on him than go out and do something stupid to solve it on their own. "alright," he finally says, motioning her closer. "on one condition --- so long as it isn't life threatening, because if it is, i really think you should tell him. but i suppose i can keep my lips sealed if it's anything else."

he skids to a harsh stop when he sees her, partly because she’s most definitely a new face, and also because he’s gotten far enough away from that rouge ( and rogue ) vigilante for them to bother with him anymore.

and if they do, he set a few traps behind him. not lethal, should they catch a civilian, but annoying and time consuming, as good traps should be. 

he’s still on fire, and yes, he’s noticed. it’s quite obvious he’s phoenix, from the white and black hair, the scar, his attire - not to mention his signature blue and red flames.

    > >   “oh, come on. i’m not weak.” she scoffed, crouching down on the track with her fingers grazing the pavement. irey was presenting her back to him, waiting for him to hop aboard the west express to get to the recovery girl’s office.

    a stumble wasn’t a big deal, but it was still worth making sure he hadn’t hurt anything too badly. plus, an excuse to get out of training was always welcome.

    “at least make sure you didn’t bonk your head too hard on the way down. you can’t lose any more brain cells,” she added, grinning.

Maeda was stubborn beyond all recognition when the need arose; and in his mind, putting a friend under undue stress by having them carry his frame counted as ‘a need’.

Completely ignoring the fact that Iris was magnitudes faster than he was. It was just simply how she was; her entire raison d'etre was speed. He still raised an eyebrow, after all.