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11 Nov 2019
Izuku looks back to the window, even as small burning pins prick at the corners of his eyes.
“Kacchan,” he whispers as his fingers reach out toward the familiar figure at the other end of the bed, “it's getting dark. The sun’s going down. Do you want a candle or something?"
In the midst of disaster, all they can do is wait to be called-in.