george with dental tools in his mouth and sunglasses on looking into the light while the dentist is like so george how are you your teeth are looking fabulous and george says through metal my bes frien ih infaooaed wih me
That’s life. You’re always making decisions, taking paths that lead you away from the rest before you can see where they end. Maybe that’s why we as a species love stories so much. All those chances for do-overs, opportunities to live the lives we’ll never have.
“Bakugou’s got a friend,” Kirishima says, meaningfully.
Izuku frowns absentmindedly, unzipping his suit. “Kacchan has a lot of friends,” he replies. His arm is aching today, he notes, distantly. Hatsume’s wraps are too tight.
But the redhead is laughing to himself now, shaking with it as he shucks off the shoulder-guards of his costume, the veins in his arms tightening as he holds them up, like pool rings. “No, Mido, dude—Bakugou has a friend.”
