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“I swear, this time it’s totally your fault,” Neito muttered, attempting to dislodge his arm from a particularly large chunk of drywall.
“I just-” Izuku started.
“I know, I know, your feet moved before you could think to grab someone who could conveniently rescue us,” Neito griped.
Izuku smiled guiltily. “I have you, though?”
Neito rolled his eyes. “The teammate with literal gravity-cancellation was right beside you.”
A contemplative pause. Neito sniffed.
“But I suppose I’ll do. Pull that pin on my suit, will you? I’m indisposed.”
Yank.
Boom.
Neito’s grin was downright feral as the now-exploded rubble settled.