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video | first week of january | un: zXzALLMIGHTJRzXz
[ Off-center on the screen is a small freckled child with an impressive green bedhead. His T-shirt, of a suitable size for a teenager, is now as long as a bedgown. He fitfully rubs the sleep from his eyes. ]
Please... Anyone we know who can watch us... and reach high things... and cook katsudon? Paul-kun and I are seven years old now. Kaworu-kun is two whole years younger than us. He’s so little...
[ Tears prick at the edges of his huge green eyes. He just woke up like this, he misses his mom, he barely remembers how to work the Omni, but he must make his case. He has to ask for help for the sake of his friends, one of whom is very tiny!
However, the tiny one seems unconvinced.] Someone always comes. They leave you alone for a bit and then come back when they need you.
[ The other seven year old in question stands behind Izuku with his arms crossed over his chest, an effect somewhat undercut by the fact the sleeves of his too big sweater flop over his hands and dangle towards the floor. He glares from underneath a fringe of messy curls that match Izuku’s except for their dark colour, and amends Izuku’s statement with a crisply pronounced: ]
Which doesn’t mean we can’t defend ourselves.
Oh! [ Izuku remembers, ] And I’m very sorry, but you can’t watch us unless you’re our friend. Mom taught me not to talk to strangers.
[ Paul nods emphatically, then turns away from the screen to disappear to the left. When he does, the end of a sheathed knife that’s almost comically large for his small frame is briefly visible under the hem of his sweater. He is not kidding around about self-defense. ]
[ Izuku glances offscreen after him. ] Paul-kun, what do you have there—
[ Cheerfully, without an ounce of hesitation, Paul answers: ] A knife!
[The pale haired boy tilts his head curiously.] What’s a stranger...?
[ ooc: Due to last year's recurring event, these are temporary AU versions of Deku![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wannasmash, Kaworu peripheries, and Paul terriblepurpose ]
Please... Anyone we know who can watch us... and reach high things... and cook katsudon? Paul-kun and I are seven years old now. Kaworu-kun is two whole years younger than us. He’s so little...
[ Tears prick at the edges of his huge green eyes. He just woke up like this, he misses his mom, he barely remembers how to work the Omni, but he must make his case. He has to ask for help for the sake of his friends, one of whom is very tiny!
However, the tiny one seems unconvinced.] Someone always comes. They leave you alone for a bit and then come back when they need you.
[ The other seven year old in question stands behind Izuku with his arms crossed over his chest, an effect somewhat undercut by the fact the sleeves of his too big sweater flop over his hands and dangle towards the floor. He glares from underneath a fringe of messy curls that match Izuku’s except for their dark colour, and amends Izuku’s statement with a crisply pronounced: ]
Which doesn’t mean we can’t defend ourselves.
Oh! [ Izuku remembers, ] And I’m very sorry, but you can’t watch us unless you’re our friend. Mom taught me not to talk to strangers.
[ Paul nods emphatically, then turns away from the screen to disappear to the left. When he does, the end of a sheathed knife that’s almost comically large for his small frame is briefly visible under the hem of his sweater. He is not kidding around about self-defense. ]
[ Izuku glances offscreen after him. ] Paul-kun, what do you have there—
[ Cheerfully, without an ounce of hesitation, Paul answers: ] A knife!
[The pale haired boy tilts his head curiously.] What’s a stranger...?
[ ooc: Due to last year's recurring event, these are temporary AU versions of Deku
wannasmash, Kaworu peripheries, and Paul terriblepurpose ]
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R-Really? This isn't a dream?
[ He clutches his little heart and starts crying in earnest. ]
No one... no one thought I could do it... So I just started taking notes and watching things on my own...
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The Midoriya-kun I know is a very reliable sort, so... they were pretty weird for thinking something like that.
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B-Because I'm Quirkless. Most people have a Quirk, and all the Heroes have one. I can't even stop another kid from being mean, so... how could I be a Hero?
But I remember being a Hero here, and having a Quirk, and even showing other students at the dojo how to kick...
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the world's an odd place.]
I don't know much about your world, but power doesn't make someone special. It's a trait, just like being good at math, or talking, or a fast runner.
The you I know seems really brave and kind. I think that's probably why he's a good hero. [a beat.] I'm not sure what happened though. My brother didn't get his powers until he was thirteen, maybe it took a while?
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It must have been something strange. [ He avoids his eyes. He remembers his older self brushing off the subject often. ] Everyone gets their Quirk by 4 years old, but bigger me was in middle school.
I know there's other things that make people special. My Mom loves me no matter what I can or can't do. It's just this specific job where someone without a Quirk doesn't stand much of a chance. I still want to try... It's always been my dream, and there's no harm in trying, right? It's not bad, is it?
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I think trying no matter what is what makes you impressive, Midoriya-kun. [pure sincerity there.] I guess because you did it worked out in the end.
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I just remembered. Someone I admire very much told me that I earned it. Being a Hero, going to UA, all of it. It wasn't just given to me.
Thank you.