The Quirk of Life
"Re-Rene-san...?" The said brunet turned his head slightly, arms propped over his knees as he sat down next to the younger. The adult's tattered fedora shadowed his brown eyes as he gazed at the child. "Mm? What is it, Izuku-kun?" The green-haired child rubbed at his puffy eyes feverishly, looking up with teary iris...