[Izuku is quiet as Bakugou speaks, looking at him out of the corner of his eye. He seems...very small, somehow. Small, fragile. Not at all like his usual self, yet completely like it in every way, somehow. The corners of his lips quiver before he presses his mouth to the crook of his arm, looking out across the room for a moment.
When he speaks, its nearly inaudible with the way his face is pressed into his arm.]
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When he speaks, its nearly inaudible with the way his face is pressed into his arm.]
I s-saw her. In there.