[ dextera cries often, out of pain, but crying from happiness or relief is still a new one to him—he closes his eyes, forcing himself to inhale deeply as if that can dry his tears from the inside out. he’s fine. they’re both fine.
izuku is a good kid, and dextera nods in response to his statement. it will be useful—he can tell that already. ]
I hope I can repay you.
[ and then, he folds it closed, not wanting to waste the pages. the pen is slid onto the coil of the notebook, and he sighs, touching the cover. ]
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izuku is a good kid, and dextera nods in response to his statement. it will be useful—he can tell that already. ]
I hope I can repay you.
[ and then, he folds it closed, not wanting to waste the pages. the pen is slid onto the coil of the notebook, and he sighs, touching the cover. ]