[ how can he get it when he isn’t interacting with them at all? dextera won’t force him, though—it’s enough that he’s sitting here, that they’re together, and when he sits back again, he takes a deep breath of the crisp night air that guren dragged him out here to see.
leliel can wait a moment! dextera slides his hand in his jacket, seeking out the notebook that izuku gifted him. it’s been through a lot, and some of the pages are irreparably water damaged, but he can still write on other pieces.
he flips to something clean, and writes a message here even though his laptop is just inside. ]
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leliel can wait a moment! dextera slides his hand in his jacket, seeking out the notebook that izuku gifted him. it’s been through a lot, and some of the pages are irreparably water damaged, but he can still write on other pieces.
he flips to something clean, and writes a message here even though his laptop is just inside. ]
It’s my first time.
[ ...seeing tulips, that is. ]