[Izuku watches, his own fists balled against his knees. Bakugou isn't all scarred up the same way he is, but he can already feel the subtle differences in their bodies. His arms are built like cinderblocks, and the palms of his hands and fingertips are rough and calloused from repeated explosions dealt from them over his lifetime.]
We'll both just have to be careful, then. I don't know where we'll go to train though...we can't use the courtyard, someone might think we're trying to cause some kind of trouble again.
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We'll both just have to be careful, then. I don't know where we'll go to train though...we can't use the courtyard, someone might think we're trying to cause some kind of trouble again.