You were both standing there. In the kid's toy aisle of the store, gazing upon All Might’s beautiful plastic face and buttocks that reflected the ethereal commercial store lights. It panned out like a classic Western duel.

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Although Deku was usually a kind soul, he felt compelled enough to reveal his more dominant, assertive side. This was for the well-being of all that is good in his eyes… He needed this limited edition All Might Silver Age figure to finish off his collection, or else he wouldn’t know what to do with his life anymore. In Izuku’s twisted fanboy mind, he was All Might’s number one fan— not you. This was about to be one of the most imperative moments of his short, pitiful life.

You took a step further, hoping to shoo him off, but he only got encouraged. Izuku stepped forward as you both stood toe-to-toe. His scarred hand gripped the side of the box with a firm hold. One of his rough fingers grazed slightly against yours, which was holding onto the other side of the package. It sent chills down your spine.

“I apologize, but I got here first.”

He spoke in a deep, serious tone, a sharp contrast from his usual squeaky, pathetic, miserable, teenage boy tone. Izuku’s green ORBS seemed to almost glow in competitiveness and determination…