[ True but there is a story behind it and all it takes is a single glance towards Izuku for him to see curiosity all across the boy's face. He musters up a smile to hide away the difficulties that come with recounting the events — in choosing the appropriate words. There are secrets he's kept from his closest friends. There are some things he isn't ready to reveal about himself. Yet just holding this item made with care through collaboration whisks him away back to the memories of those days spent in Inazuma.
The weariness of those nights spent writing, his aching hand. The delightful freshness of Inazuman cuisine from sea to dish. The scent of blossoms carried on a briny breeze. The sound of wind and surf. Closing his eyes a moment, there is another similar sensation, and looking at Izuku once more he knows what it is. ]
It's silent here with just the two of us. I can clearly hear the sound of your breathing, and my own along with the beating of my heart. You know I've often been surrounded by people, yet in those times I've felt incredibly alone. I think in this moment with just you here it doesn't feel that way at all. That time, when my friends came together to create this stamp, they worked so hard to help me. It's that same feeling having you here.
[ He pauses a moment seeing an aged page within his lockbox. He ends up reaching for it too. He doesn't read it aloud, a soft sigh does escape his lips. ] Well, you shared so much about yourself with me. I think I should do the same. Admittedly this is embarrassing to say but as long as I remember, I've struggled with my poor pensmanship. It's not impossible for me to craft a stylish and beautiful signature but there was an occasion when time was of the essence, I couldn't slowly and meticulously pen out my name.
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A seal.
[ True but there is a story behind it and all it takes is a single glance towards Izuku for him to see curiosity all across the boy's face. He musters up a smile to hide away the difficulties that come with recounting the events — in choosing the appropriate words. There are secrets he's kept from his closest friends. There are some things he isn't ready to reveal about himself. Yet just holding this item made with care through collaboration whisks him away back to the memories of those days spent in Inazuma.
The weariness of those nights spent writing, his aching hand. The delightful freshness of Inazuman cuisine from sea to dish. The scent of blossoms carried on a briny breeze. The sound of wind and surf. Closing his eyes a moment, there is another similar sensation, and looking at Izuku once more he knows what it is. ]
It's silent here with just the two of us. I can clearly hear the sound of your breathing, and my own along with the beating of my heart. You know I've often been surrounded by people, yet in those times I've felt incredibly alone. I think in this moment with just you here it doesn't feel that way at all. That time, when my friends came together to create this stamp, they worked so hard to help me. It's that same feeling having you here.
[ He pauses a moment seeing an aged page within his lockbox. He ends up reaching for it too. He doesn't read it aloud, a soft sigh does escape his lips. ] Well, you shared so much about yourself with me. I think I should do the same. Admittedly this is embarrassing to say but as long as I remember, I've struggled with my poor pensmanship. It's not impossible for me to craft a stylish and beautiful signature but there was an occasion when time was of the essence, I couldn't slowly and meticulously pen out my name.
This was created to help during that time.