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“I don’t regret it.”
The soft spoken words were almost drowned out by the heart monitor beeping. Shouta heard them nonetheless.
He looked up at the child he’d failed to protect and ached. “I know.”
Midoriya looked vulnerable as he was, with red-rimmed eyes and bruises clinging to his skin. “They didn’t want me to try and save him.”
The ‘who’ was clear; vestiges lost with the power they came with.
Shouta reached forward and squeezed Midoriya’s shoulder.
“It’s just, he was a kid once. He was somebody’s kid.”
“I know.” Shouta sometimes thinks it’d be easier if he didn’t.