But he waltzed in regardless – long, greasy, black hair, worn out eyes and boring outfits; a brilliant yellow sleeping bag slung around his shoulder as well as a white scarf about his neck. He Enable the sleeping bag drop to the floor, the tender thud filling the silence. “You'll

Midoriya hadn’t been listening or paying attention nevertheless. He had been too missing in his own thoughts. Now it looked like he’d wander off in this maze “You can’t just adhere your palms in there!” Sero hissed, backing far from the electronics that Sato experien