10 Reasons

7 - He is the kindest

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Some say that there are people who are too kind for this world, that they get taken advantage of, that they become the worst because of that, they get labeled as villians, as scum.

To be honest, it was pretty surprising for her to see Izuku still like he was, especially after how he was treated before, and now.

After all, people change easily, be it after a few events or a thousand of those. And if she stopped to think about it, they had lived through quite the events. But Izuku had it especially bad, sure, they had fought against villians, saw them capture their own comrades, but this comrade was his, would it be correct to refer to Bakugo as childhood friend? Not to mention the unraveling of All might's secret, seeing his own skin getting cut open in front of his eyes, breaking his fingers, hands, arms, legs beyond normal conditions - not that breaking limbs on purpose was a normal condition but rather that it would have been impossible to heal if it weren't for the school nurse/doctor, recovery girl.

She could only wonder just how would it be like, to see, to feel your own skin being torn apart? She picked at her own skin in wonder, but realized her actions and stopped with a grimace of disgust

She decided to leave it at the fact that, probably, it wasn't pleasant

How didn't he hate his own quirk yet?

Because all might gave it to him? Because he felt the will to continue the legacy of the number one hero?

All the reasons to that revolved around the hero, not that it was a bad reason but...

She just shook her head, taking off the bandage that was wrapped around her knuckles.

She knelt before her sports bag, took out her water bottle, empty, how else, and hung the bag on her shoulder.

She looked at the shower room as she passed by the door. She could take a shower as soon as she was at their building, right? It wasn't as if she was all that sweaty anyway, after all, she had only practiced her punches and hadn't been at it for long.

So, feeling extremely lazy, she simply thought, "it should be okay if i don't cross paths with anyone."

Luckily - she didn't find anyone, due to the fact that she had chosen the longer, but less crowded, route. Quickly enough, she had already closed the door of her room behind her and let the sports bag slip from her shoulder. She was laying in bed in the blink of an eye, and she could only thank whatever could be thanked for the fact that she didn't have any assignments.

Her eyelids dropped and the only things she could bring herself to think about were how she had to shower as soon as she woke up, there was no way she was walking around with the annoying feeling of having sticky skin, and the reason of why soon after leaving her mind blank, his image was imprinted on her eyelids.