daylight || mha

[ thirty-three ] irony has a bitter taste

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"can't shake the feeling that i'm just bad at healing, and maybe that's the reason every sentence sounds rehearsed"

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The two of them had been sitting across from each other for four minutes and thirty three seconds now, without either letting but a sound slip from their lips. Neither of them was exceptionally comfortable with this situation, but Midoriya definitely looked it. He was fidgeting with the hem of his uniform jacket and kept fixing his never really correctly tied tie. Kanashii sat quietly in front of him, waiting for him to speak. As much as he admired her quiet strength, Midoriya always thought she looked so unapproachable and yet, he knew, it was the right choice to approach her this time. Even if it had felt weird to come up to her after class and ask her to meet in All Might's vacant office room during their lunch break. Lucky for Midoriya's lack of being able to explain why he had decided to do something so strange, Kanashii wasn't one to question these things, at least not outwardly. He was sure, though, that she had a lot of questions on her mind, that she just wasn't voicing. She wasn't the type of person to just not notice things, Midoriya thought.

He couldn't help but remember how strangely she had acted during the Sports Festival. Especially compared to how calmly she was usually and now, too. Though he hadn't exactly spoken with her since then, he hadn't stopped wondering what exactly had happened to make her act so far outside her usual self. He had thought about asking her, but hadn't found the right moment to do so and truthfully, he didn't think it was his place. He had already meddled enough with Todoroki's situation, though that seemed a bit different to him. Even though he found himself wondering, more times than he would care to admit, whether she might need saving, as well. At least in that moment in the bathroom, for a split second he had caught a glimpse of it in her eyes. The glimpse of someone asking to be saved.

"D-do you want some tea maybe?" He asked, barely if at all, masking the tremble of his voice. "I find, that tea makes conversations like this easier. Don't you agree? Of course, that's assuming you even like tea. I've never seen you drink any. I for one love green tea. Sometimes I drink it iced, as well, especially in the summer."

He rambled along for another minute before noticing her eyes on his. She didn't appear particularly bored with his incessant muttering, neither did she look annoyed or exasperated, like he had expected it from the likes of Kacchan. And yet her blank stare was enough to silence him. After all, he hadn't brought her with him to talk her ear off about tea preferences.

"I guess, it doesn't matter." He chuckled nervously. "We're not here to talk about tea."

The girl didn't think that was worth mentioning, but she wouldn't comment on it either. He still poured them both a cup, to keep his hands occupied.

Looking at the lack of changes in her expression sometimes freaked Midoriya out. In his experience every person reacted to words one way or another, especially with their face. Even people that weren't that expressive or had a good pokerface would shift their expression at some point. Even if it was just flicking an eyebrow upward or the involuntary twitch of the corner of the mouth. Todoroki was a good example of that, he thought, because even he tended to show some semblance of a reaction sometimes. She didn't though. Waiting for her to have a visible reaction was about as conducive as watching a marble statue and waiting for it to move.

He cleared his throat. "Remember when I sent you that text after the Sports Festival?"

She thought for a second before nodding. Midoriya had expected that to be the extent of her response. He shook his head trying not to let his thoughts distract him from continuing this already difficult conversation.