You’re sitting on the edge of the couch, your feet now fully touching the ground, watching your dad—Izuku Midoriya—rewrite the same message over and over again.

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The music hits you first—a bassline you can feel in your ribs. Then the smell of cheap champagne and expensive cologne, warm bodies packed into a rented hall that’s trying too hard to feel like a nightclub.

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