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It was late in the afternoon and Izuku was worried. He was standing outside of the playground and watched how Kacchan and the other kids played in the sandbox, building the coolest hero tower ever. Izuku sighed, then turned towards the gate of the park, waiting for his mom to arrive. When there was no sigh of her, Izuku turned his eyes towards the swings and his eyes widened.
On the middle swing sat a boy only a few years older than him. He had messy, blue hair, but Izuku couldn’t see his eyes, because he was glaring to the ground. Izuku gulped, contemplating whether to go to him or not. What persuade him to do it was the way how the other boy clenched his hands around the chains and the way he bit his lips. Izuku took a deep breath and walked up to him slowly.
”H-hi!” He greeted him timidly and the boy looked at him. Izuku gasped and stepped one step back seeing the shining, ruby eyes. The older boy tched, then looked back at the ground. ”Wow, your eyes are so pretty!” Izuku said, grabbing the others’ attention again.
”Very funny,” the other taunted, but looked at him again from under his hair.
”I’m not joking!” Izuku assured him, hopping up onto the swing next to his. The boy squinted at him, but then his lips quirked up in a small smile.
”Thanks,” he mumbled, then looked away once again. ”Most of the kids don’t want to play with me. They see I look creepy and my quirk would make me a great villain.”
”What’s your quirk?” Izuku asked, leaning forward with growing excitement.
”I can decay things with my hands,” the boy said, raising his hands up, ”thus the gloves.”
”So cool!” Izuku breathed, making the other blush. ”I’m quirkless, so I don’t have many friends either,” he mumbled, his excitement turning to bitterness. Suddenly, he saw a pinky finger in front of him. He looked at the stranger and saw that smile simile once again.
”Would you like to be my friend?”
Izuku sat up in his bed with a shuddering breath. He felt as sweat ran down on his spine and ran his fingers through his messy hair. After that, he climbed out of bed and went in the bathroom to wash his face. As he was staring into the mirror a thought popped up in his head: maybe he and Tomura Shigaraki had more common in themselves than he had thought.