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The coolness of rushing water,
the anticipation of a swing,
sparks of anger masking the warmth of fondness,
missed opportunities, begrudging connection.
Midoriya once held out a hand.
To a rowdy boy wet in river water.
Before everything. Before their fight. Before the war. Before the apology. When they were just two kids sharing the same dreams.
And again, in a burning forest with a broken body.
He screamed his name then.
“GIVE MY KACCHAN BACK TO ME.”
Sturdy emerald chasing glimmering gold.