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Remember what I said about giving you something with the training I was offering? I’ve got it now. The guy’s name is Fushimi, username #0000B2. He doesn’t technically live with me but he never goes home, either. Right now, he’s wounded and recovering, but I still gave him another teacher and a student to get him by on combat.
But I want you to take care of him, too. He’s an ass, so don’t take anything he says to heart, but I’ve got the feeling he has a lot more going on than he admits, too. I helped him out the first day we were here, but he didn’t seem used to it.
The point he’s missing is that connections with people are the key to everything. Life, power, progress. He’s not going to get anywhere if he’s keeping everything in and sulking in bed. I don’t care what you decide to do to help him with that, but he’ll probably fight it, either way. Try to get to know him, anyway. You’ve got a good way of handling people like him.
But tell me if he goes over a line and I’ll kick his ass.
[On this one, what he is not telling Dextera is that he convinced Fushimi into going along with this by saying that Dextera was just another teacher who had “a lot for him to learn”... so, have fun.]
But I want you to take care of him, too. He’s an ass, so don’t take anything he says to heart, but I’ve got the feeling he has a lot more going on than he admits, too. I helped him out the first day we were here, but he didn’t seem used to it.
The point he’s missing is that connections with people are the key to everything. Life, power, progress. He’s not going to get anywhere if he’s keeping everything in and sulking in bed. I don’t care what you decide to do to help him with that, but he’ll probably fight it, either way. Try to get to know him, anyway. You’ve got a good way of handling people like him.
But tell me if he goes over a line and I’ll kick his ass.
[On this one, what he is not telling Dextera is that he convinced Fushimi into going along with this by saying that Dextera was just another teacher who had “a lot for him to learn”... so, have fun.]
Dextera-san, this is Midoriya. I didn't manage to catch you outside the forest and it's already really late.
Please let me know if you got out okay or not.
Please let me know if you got out okay or not.
[ it takes dextera a little longer to respond—he was held back with the rest of his group, by whatever it is that happened to them, and then there are a thousand things he needs to sort through before he's in any shape to have a conversation.
eventually, almost two full days later, izuku gets his answer. ]
I made it.
eventually, almost two full days later, izuku gets his answer. ]
I made it.
Dextera, right? It's Akira. We went into the forest together.
How have you been?
[Aka have you felt fucking weird and do you still feel fucking weird?]
How have you been?
[Aka have you felt fucking weird and do you still feel fucking weird?]
I don't mind a little bit of quiet. Besides, you've still got a very peaceful presence, whether you talk or not.
[So there!]
But I'll start heading over then. Thank you, Dextera-san.
[...Presuming he like. Got directions, anyway, it won't actually take him long to get there, either! Thank goodness for being both lame blues.]
[So there!]
But I'll start heading over then. Thank you, Dextera-san.
[...Presuming he like. Got directions, anyway, it won't actually take him long to get there, either! Thank goodness for being both lame blues.]
[ it used to feel quite good, quite exciting, to have people coming and going from the house. but with his mood lately... he doesn’t really want to see minato, and the guilt he feels at that isn’t entirely welcome even after being guiltless for a few days. ]
...
[ on the upside, when minato reaches the door, dextera does let him in. ]
...
[ on the upside, when minato reaches the door, dextera does let him in. ]
...
[ another pause, and he nods as well. it’s good to see minato too, after all—minato said that dextera was peaceful to be around, but it must be the opposite.
he rubs his hand across his tired eyes, and steps out of the way to usher minato further in, closing the door behind him. ]
[ another pause, and he nods as well. it’s good to see minato too, after all—minato said that dextera was peaceful to be around, but it must be the opposite.
he rubs his hand across his tired eyes, and steps out of the way to usher minato further in, closing the door behind him. ]
[Thankfully, he'd heard back from Akira first, otherwise he might've gone looking for Dextera. As it is, he's worried that it took so long for Dex to reply.]
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
[ that’s... not what he expected to see. does minato sew? the quiet surprise is enough to make him forget he’s sad for a moment, as he glances from minato’s hands to his face.
hobbies? he lays one hand flat like a board, and carefully, like he’s thinking of the gesture as he goes, mimes moving pieces on the board.
chess. ]
hobbies? he lays one hand flat like a board, and carefully, like he’s thinking of the gesture as he goes, mimes moving pieces on the board.
chess. ]
[Minato does sew!! And while his plausible projects are narrowed down pretty immensely due to the fact that there are no sewing machines here, he can at least work on things still.
Such as, for instance, little tiny pouches, with little tiny buttons that he filched from random clothing items that were far too hideous to wear. Unfortunately he doesn't... know what color this pouch is... hopefully it's not hideous when it finally gets color back!!
Regardless? He tucks the sewing needle away via another piece of fabric in his pocket, and casually rests that on Dextera's flat hand. There. This is for you. (It has a few pieces of paper, blank, in it, folded up. It seemed like that would be useful for Dextera to have on him.)
He's not even going to bring it up properly. It's a gift, because he can give Dextera a gift. Because he hasn't forgotten the way he'd helped with those skeletons, and now seems as good a time as ever to show that appreciation, now that Dextera looks so sad. Instead:]
You play...chess? Is that right? Or checkers?
Such as, for instance, little tiny pouches, with little tiny buttons that he filched from random clothing items that were far too hideous to wear. Unfortunately he doesn't... know what color this pouch is... hopefully it's not hideous when it finally gets color back!!
Regardless? He tucks the sewing needle away via another piece of fabric in his pocket, and casually rests that on Dextera's flat hand. There. This is for you. (It has a few pieces of paper, blank, in it, folded up. It seemed like that would be useful for Dextera to have on him.)
He's not even going to bring it up properly. It's a gift, because he can give Dextera a gift. Because he hasn't forgotten the way he'd helped with those skeletons, and now seems as good a time as ever to show that appreciation, now that Dextera looks so sad. Instead:]
You play...chess? Is that right? Or checkers?
...
[ dextera is more grateful than minato probably realizes for even a small gift such as this, not to mention that there’s paper in there that he hasn’t yet discovered. his heart feels like it’s suddenly pounding behind his eyes, his emotions strong and unpredictable whenever someone does something so nice for him.
he might always look sad, but he feels that sadness immensely.
he nods rapidly, first in response to minato’s question—it’s chess! though he doesn’t know how to clarify that—and then he’s covering the little pocket in his hands and nodding a little harder, his eyes suddenly brimming with a gratefulness that seems a little wistful, too.
it’s so small, but... ]
[ dextera is more grateful than minato probably realizes for even a small gift such as this, not to mention that there’s paper in there that he hasn’t yet discovered. his heart feels like it’s suddenly pounding behind his eyes, his emotions strong and unpredictable whenever someone does something so nice for him.
he might always look sad, but he feels that sadness immensely.
he nods rapidly, first in response to minato’s question—it’s chess! though he doesn’t know how to clarify that—and then he’s covering the little pocket in his hands and nodding a little harder, his eyes suddenly brimming with a gratefulness that seems a little wistful, too.
it’s so small, but... ]
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