“ Very considerate” but this was just how Midoirya was now, wasn’t it? Shinsou didn’t bother anymore to correct any of them. It was a bit odd still so, how they are so willing to see him as a friend without asking of him to return the favor.
Years of mistreatment to false affability Shinsou found it difficult to trust again. He doesn’t even know what real friendship is supposed to like as well as he gets along with old and new classmates.
Not even going into the matter of all the well-established friend circles.
“ Your really okay with being brainwashed” he would help, of course. it still surprised him on how okay Midoirya was with that all - trusting Shisnou enjoy to allowed to take control of his body even if it is just to shut his quirk off. Of course, Shinsou wouldn’t abuse his quirk - but it isn’t like others know that.
Shinsou eyes widen for a moment at the sudden contact, looking at the smaller. He wasn’t used to physical contact and still was very hesitant about it as he was starved so this was a very strange position to be in.
“ I don’t like it either” he was rather sensitive to cold - it got better but still. Uncomfortable nonetheless “Don’t think you will get much body heat from me”
“ stating the obvious. i was... raised this way, i guess? “ izuku smiled slightly to himself, knowing that shinsou probably couldn’t even see much of his face. while the green head hadn’t received a quirk, he had indeed been given an easy and lovely upbringing. his mother had always cared a lot about him, made anything and everything possible that was within her power. izuku supposed it couldn’t have been much better.
“ you make it sound as if you’re actively brainwashing me, because you enjoy that. “ izuku huffed quietly, gently kicking shinsou’s leg. “ you don’t enjoy doing it out of satisfaction, you’ve been doing it to help me and even at the tournament... it didn’t look to me as if you’ve made me want to do anything bad, anything embarrassing. you only wanted to do what was barely necessary... to make me give up. so i trust you, shinsou-kun. i think you’ve proven yourself. “ the purple haired boy probably trained harder than many others, so how couldn’t he slightly admire and trust him?
shinsou was rather comfortable, izuku quietly noted, arms wrapping tightly around shinsou’s. “ better than nothing, i suppose. it would work much better, if we were to take off our clothes and---i mean, theoretically... “ that was how it worked in movies, too, and... it made sense, but it wasn’t like izuku wanted to undress himself either.
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