@chuketsu
Hostility is what he should feel. Yet, what pervades in his chest is a ting of sadness. One that twists over and over the same memory, making him nauseous. The confrontation may have been scarce and whatnot, but the mere notion of what the villains had done to them was a painful reminder.
‘What am I supposed to do? Stop her? Fight her? She’s not doing anything but looking at stores. I can’t cause a ruckus here.’
She was probably around his age and girls used to intimidate him but her heavy presence is what keeps him at bay. His shaky legs prevent him from walking, the slightest step threatening a fall onto the pavement.
Stretching out his arm as she passes by, Izuku stumbles to stop and face her, his lips part open and something comes out next ---....
...his lunch.
