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Deep crimson eyes glow fiercely as he gazes upon the face of the Symbol of Peace. He felt a mixture of things, feelings he couldn’t name but came in the form of envy, inadequacy and disgust. A part of him wishes he had been born lucky enough to have been bestowed a quirk like his. Something that didn’t make him look like a monster --- something that made people love him.
But nothing could change what he was. And so, he hides these feelings behind a blank stare --- he supposed he was lucky to be born without a face that could express emotion. Because if he had, it would be twisted into something ugly.
“---Ah, All Might.” jaws parted as he speaks, voice is calm and collected, “That is you, isn’t it? I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Gloved hand comes up to tap his own hollow nose.
“---You seem to be all the rage these days. But surely, someone as beloved as you would know that.”