[all he earns in return is a blank stare with sleep-swollen eyes, mouth a small, soft line as he considers the green eyes and light dusting of freckles before him, but — ]
[ah... abruptly, he becomes a towel monster, hanging his head under the drape of fabric, unable to see Midoriya or, well, anything in front of him]
Aa. [a grunt of agreement, heading blindly towards the floor chair that sits in front of his desk and he, well, stumbles into it tiredly rather than simply sits; it means his side presses against the back and he faces his friend rather than turns away, sagging wetly into the cushion]
[this is apparently the moment he has a bout of self reflection, as Midoriya takes to his task again:]
...I've been kind of a jerk to you lately.
[he hasn't been this close to him again, since...]
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[ah... abruptly, he becomes a towel monster, hanging his head under the drape of fabric, unable to see Midoriya or, well, anything in front of him]
Aa. [a grunt of agreement, heading blindly towards the floor chair that sits in front of his desk and he, well, stumbles into it tiredly rather than simply sits; it means his side presses against the back and he faces his friend rather than turns away, sagging wetly into the cushion]
[this is apparently the moment he has a bout of self reflection, as Midoriya takes to his task again:]
...I've been kind of a jerk to you lately.
[he hasn't been this close to him again, since...]