Todoroki: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.
Midoriya: Wow. They sound stupid.
Todoroki: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.
Midoriya: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”
Todoroki: I guess you’re right. Hey Midoriya, I love you.
Midoriya: See! Just say that!
Todoroki: Holy fucking shit.
Midoriya: If that flies over their head then, sorry Todoroki, but they’re too dumb for you.
Todoroki: Midoriya.
writing style: author from the 1800s with a severe love of commas whose sentences last half a page
I came out here, to this point, to this place, hoping against all hope and despite signs and portends suggesting otherwise that I might, somehow, find myself having a pleasant experience, and yet here I stand, alone against the world, feeling assaulted, attacked on all fronts, knowing not my enemy’s name nor his face nor whether our battle is done.