His training partner points at him, slack-jawed, and it's all over. Normally, the driven Midoriya keeps his composure in the face of any exercise. Right now, he turns beet red and wraps his arms completely around his own head.
"...snnjhta--ghgh--demsjfdj--"
These are not words. These are the desperate, dying sounds of his dignity muffled in the bracers of his costume. He lowers his arms and says in a wavery voice, a parody of the energetic attitude he otherwise would have had,
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His training partner points at him, slack-jawed, and it's all over. Normally, the driven Midoriya keeps his composure in the face of any exercise. Right now, he turns beet red and wraps his arms completely around his own head.
"...snnjhta--ghgh--demsjfdj--"
These are not words. These are the desperate, dying sounds of his dignity muffled in the bracers of his costume. He lowers his arms and says in a wavery voice, a parody of the energetic attitude he otherwise would have had,
"Let's... let's do our best..."