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Osamu eyes widened a bit at Izuku’s reaction, at first thinking that Izuku was going to straight out refuse the gift. But he eventually smiled as pulled the book out of the bag. It was a book that detailed the lives and troubles of some of the first heroes in Japan.  It was meant to be a university textbook and as such was expensive usually. But Osamu had quickly remembered that his sister had studied that exact book in her last year. She had given it to Osamu right away when he said he wanted to gift it to a friend, she had no use for it anymore and was just taking up room in her apartment.

He placed the book in Izuku’s outstretched hand.

“ It’s uh, not a new version and there’s a writing and highlighting in it from the previous owner. But totally readable still ” He confessed, hoping that Izuku wasn’t offended by the book’s condition.

Honestly, hearing that the gift is secondhand eliminates at least ninety percent of Izuku’s anxiety. Not that he appreciates the gesture any less, but it’s definitely less stressful somehow. He feels his hand dip beneath the weight of the... book? It has to be a book, considering Osamu just said ‘readable.’ Must be a pretty hefty one, too-

He peeks between his fingers and lets out a shrill gasp of delight at the sight of the iconic cover.

“Chaos And Order!? This is one of the most comprehensive Heroics History textbooks on the market! It covers everything from the first Quirk riots to the bartering for the current Hero commission pay system! Aaah, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Probably no one else would be this psyched to receive a university book, but Izuku can’t be bothered to feel self-conscious about that right now. He’s too busy cracking it open right then and there, quickly flipping through the pages just to savor the feeling of holding the actual book in his hands. He definitely notices the aforementioned writing and highlights, but depending on the quality of the note-taking, that could be a boon more than a downside.

He squints at the cramped writing down the margin of the page, then compares it to the paragraph beside. It seems to contain additional insights on the topic combining multiple concepts, including page numbers directing the owner to the related chapters for quick reference.

"Oh! You're stuck? I thought you had a pretty good handle on it!" Oof, that came out harsher than he had intended. But he could make up for it by helping out right?

"Okay. So I have an idea for how to get you down-but, uh. How much do you mind... Nudity? Because, as I said, I have never climed a fence that high before and I honestly don't think today's a great day to start."

         "so what kind of, uh--- work do you wanna do when you get out of ua high?"

Peer into my muse’s memories

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

It’s a chilly night. They’re in the balcony, and Chisaki just told him about his plan; golden eyes shining bright, voice going up in sheer excitement over the idea of being able to repay Pops. He talks and talks, words and dreams filling the air surrouding him. Hari isn’t sure if he finds that beautiful - hope looks good on him - or horrifying - he shouldn’t want to go along with such a plan, oh no.

But he knows Kai, enough to understand that he wants a response to break the silence that settled in once the explanation is over.

“She’s a child,” Hari says, voice wavering with doubt; still, he looks at Chisaki’s face, gaze meeting with his for what feels like an eternity. He sees hope in Kai’s golden irises, but there’s fire too, the kind of concentration found in predators before striking upon their prey.

Hari isn’t Kai’s prey, however.

“I know,” Chisaki’s voice is deep, but he’s not angry - at least not at him. It’s like being a lone bird flying above the ocean as a storm is brewing, standing in the rain while dark grey clouds are rumbling with thunder. “We were children too.”

Kai doesn’t need to say another word. Hari knows, understands, remembers - they don’t have to repeat it out loud, don’t need to release their demons. They’re siblings born of pain, raised by survival instinct, birds that wear matching scars under their feathers.

Hari nods in silence when he knows that he should have said something else instead. 

🏠 - What does their living space look like?

There’s a couple of ‘living spaces’ for Mirio! I’ll go through all three briefly.

Right now, as far as causes go they’re most passionate about rooting out the flaws of hero society, and how to trace them back to their roots so they can be eradicated and something better can take its place.