"I know New Jersey. I... memorized all the states because of my favorite Hero."
He dips his chin, slightly embarrassed, but that pales in comparison to everything else he's feeling.
"The one who worked in America for a while. All Might, my teacher. One of my teachers," he adds.
It's like listening to All Might talk about his school days. (All Might is also definitely an old man.) Midoriya misses his warm presence. He's sure he would have some kind words or wisdom to impart, though sometimes All Might flounders himself. Tears stand in his eyes. He can't think too hard about the people he's missing. There is one who is just on the other side of the city, one who refused to leave that house with the skeletons.
"We had a tournament in Trench not too long ago. It was fun..."
His voice trails off. It was fun. Kaworu watched in the audience. Paul was his first match. Midoriya kissed him afterwards, running on the heady post-match high, time flying away from them... Too many of his happy memories are now tinged, and it's too much right now to begin sponging away the stains. Midoriya curls up with a creak of his bracers where he's sitting, finally burying silent sobs into his arms over his knees.
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He dips his chin, slightly embarrassed, but that pales in comparison to everything else he's feeling.
"The one who worked in America for a while. All Might, my teacher. One of my teachers," he adds.
It's like listening to All Might talk about his school days. (All Might is also definitely an old man.) Midoriya misses his warm presence. He's sure he would have some kind words or wisdom to impart, though sometimes All Might flounders himself. Tears stand in his eyes. He can't think too hard about the people he's missing. There is one who is just on the other side of the city, one who refused to leave that house with the skeletons.
"We had a tournament in Trench not too long ago. It was fun..."
His voice trails off. It was fun. Kaworu watched in the audience. Paul was his first match. Midoriya kissed him afterwards, running on the heady post-match high, time flying away from them... Too many of his happy memories are now tinged, and it's too much right now to begin sponging away the stains. Midoriya curls up with a creak of his bracers where he's sitting, finally burying silent sobs into his arms over his knees.
"Sorry..."