#alldevilsking

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Cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

(This one made me snort imagining so 😂)

He was shivering, holding onto his arms and rubbing trying to warm himself up. It only took one sneeze for the man to respond by draping his jacket over Izuku’s shoulders. The small boy trips and falls over the jacket that’s currently engulfing him. Suffocating him.

“Thanks.”

It’s like a drowning man.

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17. What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

"Right back at you, little one."

“Well… I’d say I notice… my eyes first. I’m pretty plain looking so I guess people would more often then not notice my hair?”

The boy pondered the question for a moment longer. “Though I don’t really look in the mirror much anyway besides to give myself my daily pep talk.”

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cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

His chest tightened, trying to keep his crying as silent as he could. His body was trembling violently having woken up in a cold sweat because of a night terror. Pulling his night shirt over his face he sobbed into it, soaking it rocking slightly as he tried to calm himself down while the man next to him barely stirred.

The barest of skin brushed his and he flinched away. Too close. He was way too close. Izuku shifted to get out of bed. Something he knew he shouldn’t do. But he couldn’t be this close. Not right now. But before his feet could find their way to the edge of the bed he felt a shift and glanced back to see red eyes glowing in the dark.

Izuku felt his heart jump into his throat, as a shadow covered hand moved toward his face, and Izuku clenched his eyes closed. He didn’t want pain for something he almost did. But he quickly relaxed when it was just a gentle brush of the man’s thumb against his cheek. “Another bad dream?”

Izuku felt his mouth fill with bile, nodding his head. He couldn’t talk. Not now. “Poor thing.” The man’s voice was a groggy coo.

It took no effort at all for the man’s hands to move under his arms and pull Izuku on top of him onto his chest. Cuddly mood. The man positioned him so his legs straddled All for One’s hips, Izuku’s head right under his chin. One large hand rubbing Izuku’s back, while the other was rhythmically patting his bottom. Like an infant.

Despite the initial fear, listening the only human part of the man beating made him relax. The comfort draining him of the fear slowly. Finally, he could rest a bit easier…

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❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

A sense of looming dread overtook the boy at the question. Oh, how Izuku has tried to forget their first meeting. Izuku had tried to arrest All for One while being a trainee cop.

“How could I ever forget being shoved into a suitcase?”

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❛ are you happy here with me? ❜

Izuku hadn’t looked up from his letter the entirety of this conversation, but the question caused him to tense. “What? Huh?” His brain took a moment to catch up and register the question.

“Well, I… I’m not unhappy.” Admittedly. Painstakingly. Had he wanted to be here? No. Was he happy? Also no. But there was a sense of normal and familiarity. He had grown used to it. To tolerable levels.

But Izuku didn’t clarify or elaborate. He had to choose his words carefully with a question like that.

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❛ was that your first kiss? ❜

“Nn…” A soft, strained noise came from the back of Izuku’s throat as the question was posed. It was. But did the man need to know that? Well regardless he couldn’t tell him a lie.

The boy sucked in his lips, his tongue running across them for a moment betraying his discomfort. “Yes.” He was an adult, and yet…