|Problem Child?!|
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《 Wednesday, 11:00 a.m. 》
2 days.
2 days have passed since Hitoshi snuck into Izuku's room and Izuku didn't even notice.
Izuku didn't send him angry or disappointing looks as he usually did when Hitoshi did something that Izuku wasn't good at.
Perhaps the green-haired one had noticed something, but it just didn't say anything. Who was Hitoshi kidding?
Of course, Izuku had noticed he was acting weird. Even if the younger tried as best he could to cover up his act, Izuku had to know.
Izuku was just too smart. In general, the way Izuku behaved was far from normal for him. It seemed like he was even more lost in his thoughts than on other days. He even let his absolute favorite dish - katsudon - get cold on the plate.
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《 Wednesday, 3:36 p.m. 》
You heard a small knock before the door opened and closed with a small click.
<< I don't want to bother you, but we have to talk. >> His eyelids got heavier and heavier. He just wanted to lie back in his bed and sleep for a few hours.
He missed the soft fabric underneath him that brought him into his dream world, but he kept having the same dream that robbed him of his peaceful sleep.
It was to be expected that his dark circles would darken and one wondered how so . . . but why was his brother now sitting next to him on his bed? <
< You distance yourself from me, from all of us. I- I'm sorry! >>
<< What? That you went to my drawer or that you saw my notes? >>
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.<< At least tell me what you think of them. >> Izuku let out a hiss. He would be lying if he said the opinions of others didn't interest him.
It did, very much. His mother hated her, or so he believed. His memories of her were slowly fading. Did she even know about the books . . ?
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<< Hah . . What is this? Your diary or something nh shit ?! >>
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She knew It was his mother's voice that echoed in his head. Zakima knew it too.
They are . . were best friends after all.
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<< Wow! That is so cool! Do you know what you could do with it? >>
<< What should I do with it? I made them to know the weaknesses of my opponents. >>
Izuku cleared his throat briefly before explaining the purpose of the notebooks to his friend.
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<< I have made these notes since I was a child. They have a very special use, but I'm not sure they can't be improved. >>
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.<< Please look at it a little, after all, you've already read it. Or am I wrong? >>
<< No. I've read them a little, but not all of them. There were too many. >>
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《 Wednesday, 3:48 p.m. 》
Hitoshi flipped through a blue notebook that said 'Number 4'.
It was rich in detail. On the top pages were the 'objects' as it was there and the names of the 'objects'.
Then came sketches of the 'object', which until now had always been women, men or small children.
They too were rich in detail and beautiful. On some pages people were even drawn from behind.
Hitoshi didn't want to think so much about the first books by Izuku and concentrate on this one, but he was wondering what was in them.
When Hitoshi rummaged through Izuku's closets, he only found the notebooks from number 4. The others were nowhere to be seen. Maybe he doesn't have it anymore.
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---Who would want a book with the ____________ of their best friend in it?
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