[ nooooo, curse his inability to think about or successfully gracefully change what comes out of his mouth... ]
--well - that's just it, nothing. I mean, not really, it was like--
[ he pauses a moment to gather his thoughts. he really doesn't like thinking about that moment - it leaves him with his stomach somewhere down in the region of the underworld - but Izuku knows about as much about the SQUIP now as Michael does himself. and maybe a second opinion might help? ]
He'd been acting like - like I didn't exist literally all day, right, and then all of a sudden out of the blue he comes up to me like he was suddenly seeing me for the first time all day, and-- I dunno, call me crazy if you want, but it didn't seem like it was fake? [ he'd... honestly like to think he knows Jeremy well enough to know when he's trying to fake something. he's a better liar than Michael is, but only because he's just as anxious when he's lying as he is at literally any other given time. Michael knows most of his tells. ] Then he suddenly just started - staring off into space like he was looking at something I couldn't see, and then he started blanking me again.
[ he looks away, feeling the urge to just... pull his hoodie up over his head and stay there. ] I dunno, it's silly and small. But at the same time it doesn't feel small?
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--well - that's just it, nothing. I mean, not really, it was like--
[ he pauses a moment to gather his thoughts. he really doesn't like thinking about that moment - it leaves him with his stomach somewhere down in the region of the underworld - but Izuku knows about as much about the SQUIP now as Michael does himself. and maybe a second opinion might help? ]
He'd been acting like - like I didn't exist literally all day, right, and then all of a sudden out of the blue he comes up to me like he was suddenly seeing me for the first time all day, and-- I dunno, call me crazy if you want, but it didn't seem like it was fake? [ he'd... honestly like to think he knows Jeremy well enough to know when he's trying to fake something. he's a better liar than Michael is, but only because he's just as anxious when he's lying as he is at literally any other given time. Michael knows most of his tells. ] Then he suddenly just started - staring off into space like he was looking at something I couldn't see, and then he started blanking me again.
[ he looks away, feeling the urge to just... pull his hoodie up over his head and stay there. ] I dunno, it's silly and small. But at the same time it doesn't feel small?