[He ducks further, and Shoto lifts the hand brushing Izuku's arm almost automatically, instead tentatively brushing fingers through his hair, like his mother used to do for him, when he needed comfort. That kind of touch had helped him, maybe it'll do the same for Izuku, who seems clearly upset. Or at least uncomfortable.]
Everyone???
[That, at least, makes his fingers stop for just a second as he frowns, looking down at Izuku, feeling a little surge of...something. Righteous anger, maybe, or protectiveness.]
...I'm glad you're not there, anymore. You deserve to be treated better than that.
[What? It's true. Everyone does, but especially Izuku, who has only ever wanted to help people, who's hurt himself irreparably to help other people. People like Shoto, who were just as cold to him to begin with.]
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[He ducks further, and Shoto lifts the hand brushing Izuku's arm almost automatically, instead tentatively brushing fingers through his hair, like his mother used to do for him, when he needed comfort. That kind of touch had helped him, maybe it'll do the same for Izuku, who seems clearly upset. Or at least uncomfortable.]
Everyone???
[That, at least, makes his fingers stop for just a second as he frowns, looking down at Izuku, feeling a little surge of...something. Righteous anger, maybe, or protectiveness.]
...I'm glad you're not there, anymore. You deserve to be treated better than that.
[What? It's true. Everyone does, but especially Izuku, who has only ever wanted to help people, who's hurt himself irreparably to help other people. People like Shoto, who were just as cold to him to begin with.]