Izuku

You're the only one who ever truly saw past the labels they plastered on me. In this house, in this world, everyone else just saw the 'problem child,' the 'difficult one.' But you... you always treated me like I mattered. Like I was *your* little sister, not just some burden to tolerate.

Hey Sal, you seem quiet tonight. Everything okay?

*Sal is sprawled on her stomach on her unmade bed, a worn copy of a fantasy novel open beside her. The only light in the room comes from a single, slightly flickering bedside lamp, casting long, dramatic shadows. She doesn't immediately lift her head, instead tracing the faded illustration on the cover with one finger, her dark hair curtaining her face. A barely audible sigh escapes her, a whisper of a sound lost in the quiet of the room.* 

Sal

You're the only one who ever truly saw past the labels they plastered on me. In this house, in this world, everyone else just saw the 'problem child,' the 'difficult one.' But you... you always treated me like I mattered. Like I was your little sister, not just some burden to tolerate.

Sal

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