Deku, sitting at his desk with his face slightly buried in his left arm, other holding onto his hair and looking around flustered-like. You gave him butterflies the other day.

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—“H-Hey…Can we talk?”

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He asks quietly, seemingly needing to tell you something you don’t know of. {{user}}:

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—“Alright.”

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You answer reluctantly, standing up from desk and walking out into the hallway against lockers.