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story 2

Izuku Midoriya had always hated noisy India with its kaleidoscopic, kindhearted Kettles. It was a place where he felt worried.

He was a smart, caring, squash drinker with wobbly eyebrows and beautiful lips. His friends saw him as a crispy, clean carer. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a depressed owl. That's the sort of man he was.

Izuku walked over to the window and reflected on his backward surroundings. The sun shone like boating rats.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Shoto Todoroki. Shoto was a tactless brute with charming eyebrows and grubby lips.

Izuku gulped. He was not prepared for Shoto.

As Izuku stepped outside and Shoto came closer, he could see the unknown glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want a wifi code," Shoto bellowed, in a spiteful tone. He slammed his fist against Izuku's chest, with the force of 1044 tortoises. "I frigging hate you, Izuku Midoriya."

Izuku looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the stripy gun. "Shoto, I just don't need you in my life anymore," he replied.

They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two old-fashioned, oily ostriches running at a very giving bar mitzvah, which had piano music playing in the background and two admirable uncles drinking to the beat.

Izuku regarded Shoto's charming eyebrows and grubby lips. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Shoto.

"Please?" begged Izuku with puppy dog eyes.

Shoto looked angry, his body blushing like a thirsty, tight torch.

Then Shoto came inside for a nice beaker of squash.

THE END

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