He knows what adults mean when they say being young, and Midoriya's face blots bright as a ripe strawberry, eclipsing the fainter peach clinging to Paul's cheeks. Midoriya realizes his scarred fingers have encircled Paul's in highly embarrassed solidarity only when Leto relents. When he lets the breath in his lungs rush out, he actually hangs his head in relief and releases the coil of his body to curve limply.
"My mentor is an 'entertainer' too..." he sighs. Entertainer is in English. All Might uses it to reference waiting to reveal exciting things in a conversation, sometimes to the detriment of Midoriya's poor nerves. "Except instead of a story, it's something I really needed to know..."
Do you trust me? Paul asked him on a beach by a campfire much more forlorn than this one, and that was the only time Midoriya felt like Paul put him to the test on purpose.
Midoriya's eyes finally travel upward from the ground, and they catch a small glint of light. He stares at Leto's hands cooking his fish and at the House Atreides signet ring that isn't real. This small piece of insubstantial memory will dissolve into nothing as the physical one did when it was destroyed by Paul's fire.
Not having witnessed it, the Atreides's role in colony and dominion is more distant and abstract to Midoriya than the concept of family memory. It's important. It's my father's. At the moment, Paul's words are the only things Midoriya thinks of when he looks at it reflecting the firelight.
"I... haven't seen him for a while, so I forgot to look out for that..." A bittersweet sort of wistfulness and self-consciousness steal into his voice.
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"My mentor is an 'entertainer' too..." he sighs. Entertainer is in English. All Might uses it to reference waiting to reveal exciting things in a conversation, sometimes to the detriment of Midoriya's poor nerves. "Except instead of a story, it's something I really needed to know..."
Do you trust me? Paul asked him on a beach by a campfire much more forlorn than this one, and that was the only time Midoriya felt like Paul put him to the test on purpose.
Midoriya's eyes finally travel upward from the ground, and they catch a small glint of light. He stares at Leto's hands cooking his fish and at the House Atreides signet ring that isn't real. This small piece of insubstantial memory will dissolve into nothing as the physical one did when it was destroyed by Paul's fire.
Not having witnessed it, the Atreides's role in colony and dominion is more distant and abstract to Midoriya than the concept of family memory. It's important. It's my father's. At the moment, Paul's words are the only things Midoriya thinks of when he looks at it reflecting the firelight.
"I... haven't seen him for a while, so I forgot to look out for that..." A bittersweet sort of wistfulness and self-consciousness steal into his voice.