midoriya’s voice registers in kirishima’s head as the other moves, shifting close enough to brush his nose against kirishima’s cheek. kirishima feels himself lean into the touch before nodding slowly as midoriya slips through the slightly opened door of his dorm. immediately, kirishima flexes his hand; lack of warmth and the weight of midoriya’s hand a distracting sensation after having it clutched with his own.
it’s a terse kind of silence that permeates midoriya’s room, kirishima’s ears listening intently for anything that could indicate what was happening outside. he thinks that it could be fine, midoriya was smart and definitely capable of handling things. faint memories of that time comes up, yet again, and kirishima makes a face as he tries to push them back down.
when midoriya slips back into the room, close to kirishima, he can feel himself visibly relax. at least no one saw midoriya and wanted to chit chat with him? kirishima’s eyes focus on the fingers that pinch midoriya’s lips in thought, clearly distracted by the way the other seems to get lost in his thoughts.
the plan, as midoriya explains it, sounds covert enough—plus the idea of bringing attention to their adventures sounds like something to avoid, really—and kirishima’s lips curve into a grin at the plan.
he wastes no time, mostly because the later they get going, the longer it’ll potentially take them to return--for a quick snack run.
the kitchen didn’t have good snacks anyway, it was all basic stuff, although that might’ve been more than he could ask for from other schools. izuku considers this as he leads kirishima away from the door, blocking it a little to buy them time should anyone notice they were gone. a few books, the chair from his desk. he considers maybe simulating his body in the bed, a few piles of clothes would do--except there’s the issue that kirishima was probably seen coming this way. if he was asleep, then the spotlight shined wholly on kirishima.
the last thing he wanted was kirishima taking the fall for something he decided, no matter how involved kirishima may have been in all of it.
pushing those thoughts aside, izuku leads kirishima toward the veranda by the hand, letting go only to pull the sliding door open. he goes out onto the small balcony on his own, leaning forward. a two story fall, nothing he shouldn’t be able to handle with Full Cowl, he figures, then factoring in kirishima’s weight.
he takes in a deep breath before stepping back and offering kirishima a crooked smile, “ not the most r-ridiculous thing we’ve ever done, r-right? “
izuku takes a second to steady his breathing, and there’s a brief moment of quiet before the quirk he inherited activates. it always feels this way too, steady, like a pulse as izuku feels it’s power--barely contained--course through his body. a moment from bursting, so close yet held within the confines of those brightly colored coils of light that surrounded his figure.
“ it t-takes one jump to r-reach a distance of 6 m-meters in less than a second, so i-it won’t be too much t-time, “ izuku says, more for himself than kirishima at this point, but that was fine wasn’t it?
he comes over, reaching for kirishima and doing his best to lift him up without hesitation. bridal style, for how easy it was, and how much more maneuverable it was past the sliding door. past the balcony rim. attainable with one jump, and a final one over the edge and toward the trees in one fell swoop. izuku bit his lip as he held kirishima close as they fell.
he only lets go once they land in the middle of the brush, surrounded on all sides by the thickness of the plant life on campus. izuku takes a second to properly set kirishima down before talking again, tone quiet.
“ we just have t-to follow this trail i-i know, and we’ll be out. “
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