"You make everyone see what you want to see, Y/n."
"Their willpower makes them see what they want."
"I don't want to have to see our future if it's a mirage."
"You're the one making yourself see it."
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"Got a secret, Can you keep it?"
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"You never answered my question, Midoriya," I speak while setting up my bedding on his bedroom floor. "About your quirk." I puff the pillow and sit on the makeshift bed, looking up at him.
"Uhm.." he nervously looks around, not wanting to talk about it. "I uhm." He shyly puts his pointer fingers together and mutters to himself.
"It's not yours, is it?" I put the dots together, how he was bullied in middle school, how he hurt himself in the exam.
"What-" he squeaks, freezing up.
"Mine isn't mine either." I shrug. "Based on my parents, I should've had some kind of defensive quirk. But the one I have," I drag a finger across my hand lightly. "It's not mine." I nod at him to talk as his emerald eyes trace the scars on my skin.
"Well.. no. It isn't mine. I was born quirkless." He puts his hands together and timidly looks down.
"Himiko?" He asks in a small voice.
"Yeah?"
"Can you keep this a secret?" He looks at me expectantly.
"As long as you can keep mine, too." I nod.
"Do you-" he pauses, trying to put the words together right. "Do you think we'd ever.. you know.. be a thing?" His eyes stay glued to his bed, sure the answer is rejection.
"Uhm.." My eyes dart from the embarrassed greenette and to the oh so fascinating wall.
"I don't think so. At least, not right now? I mean, we can be friends and see how it goes?" I unsurely respond, knowing I was definitely one of said bullies.
"I can understand that." He smiles back and I look at my phone for the time.
"It's uhm-" I blink to adjust to the brightness.
"18:50. Didn't you say you had to go and meet with someone?" Yawning, I lay on the makeshift bed. A/n: (6:50 US Time)
"Oh my gosh! Yes, I have to go! I'll be back, okay? And if you want, you can have the bed." He offers while jumping out of it, scrambling around for various things.
"As comfy as that sounds, I appreciate it but uh. You're a guy. Guys do things." I shake my head as he gets flustered again, and he waves his hands in front of himself.
"I can definitely say my bed is clean!" He gulps and then sighs. "I'm just going to go. I'll be back." He sulks and walks out of the room resembling a puppy that's been scolded.
