3RD POV
Deku rose from the grave and stared down at the concrete grave, that held both his mother and father. He bit his lip and walked away, leaving them behind.
He soon reached his car and got in. It didn't take a second until he started to break down and cry, tears welling up in his eyes; cheeks red and tense; his frow cramping. He held himself. Letting it all out until he left.
Left with nothing but a withered heart.
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Quiet Streets Of Musutafu - Waiter Deku x Reader
Fanfiction"Remember when we first met? At the coffee house?" --- (Y/n) lived in Musutafu, Tokyo and just recently turned 19, before she was gonna celebrate she made a quick stop at a coffee house called, Around The Corner. They greeted each other happily...
