fo·lie à deux

Izuku's vision blurs, filling his ears and smothering the piercing rings and aching of his chest and that's what this is, isn't it? This tender, swelling ache, tucked right under his heart, pressing against his lungs and cracking his ribs-the most disgusting form of love, one of selfish yearning, of greedy longing, but oh.
Oh.
It's the most beautiful bond two souls can share. One cannot be without the other-the greatest parts of them will always love them, even beyond death; their bones will remember, and they'll cry out, too.
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there's a theory
that says you don't exist unless
someone calls and you respond