SUMMARY: The aftermath of training sessions may leave Izuku a little worse for wear, but it’s nothing Todoroki and some purple band-aids can’t fix.
“You’ll just want to get this over with,” Todoroki says. Izuku doesn’t think his words are meant to be comforting, but that doesn’t stop him from finding comfort in them. He glances at Todoroki, tilts his head upwards, and closes his eyes, bracing for the sting.
It’s a bit ridiculous, because Izuku has dealt with—and will continue to deal with—far worse pain, but he still grimaces as Todoroki removes the remnants of rock, cleaning out the scrapes that join the dusting of freckles and acne scars already on his face.
Deep into the springtime of the city, the rain tapped against window while the dog snored on his pillow. It was a quiet kind of Tuesday in the history wing of the old Fisher building, and the professor graciously accepted the reprieve before the onslaught of finals commenced.
Where does it come from? This quest… this need to solve life’s mysteries for the simplest of questions can never be answered. Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we would be better off not looking at all. Not delving, not yearning. That’s not human nature, not the human heart. That is not why we are here