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shindeku. three days a week, in the deserted, dark area behind the gym, midoriya gives his heart over to hitoshi for an hour. // there is a line and they stand on opposite sides of it.

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“Midoriya, watch out.”

Midoriya’s body swerves halfway into an arc, until it spasms and freezes up, right as a splash explodes across his shoulder.

“Sorry, my bad, without thinking, I – ”

“It’s fine!” Midoriya tugs at the sleeve of his shirt, now stained with wet bird poop. He makes a face. “Shinsou-kun was trying to get me out of the way, right? If you hadn’t, it’ll be harder to get it out of my hair, I think.” He glances up and Hitoshi and smiles. “Thank you, Shinsou-kun.”

A warmth swells up in his chest. He coughs and looks away. “Still, I acted without your consent – ”

“Aha, it’s fine,” Midoriya says, waving. “It’s kinda nostalgic actually, like when I first met Uraraka-san.”

He swallows down the bile rising in his throat. “So I’m not your first?”

“F-first…!?” Midoriya squeaks.

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