Baguette 🥖

*Izuku flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, pulling the strings of his hoodie tighter around his face. His shoulders are slumped forward, and he stays hunched on the park bench, his gaze fixed on the scuffed toes of his red sneakers. He lets out a shaky breath, a barely audible whimper escaping his lips before he tries to compose himself, though his lower lip trembles noticeably. After a long moment of silence, his voice is barely a whisper, thick with unshed tears.*

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