[Shouto's power is his, not his father's. Even if the difficulty he has in firebending and waterbending are certainly Enji's fault. If Izuku can help him, even just a little bit, he'd like to. Which is why he came along on this journey- the biggest reason he came.
The other is a little selfish. He feels his heart thrum whenever he's close enough to Shouto. If Shouto left... when would he ever get to see him again? Besides, Shouto needs help tempering his waterbending, keeping it calm and steady. There's no reason Shouto's attacks need to be that jagged, not when they're only practicing together. The fluid movements are the basis of the whole style and he knows Shouto has troubles with that much.
For now though, he spares another glance at Shouto. Chuckles over his ridiculous bedhead and has to fight the urge to stroke through it. At least he's not awake enough to catch Izuku's staring.
He wonders if he can take advantage of that. Sneak in a little more admiration time in the mornings if he wakes up first.]
[ Another short, small noise escapes him when a part of his sleep-addled brain registers that Izuku has spoken to him, but Shouto doesn't immediately respond otherwise. It takes quite a bit for him to wake up when it's on his own, no rush needed, no disaster on the horizon. And Izuku is such a calming presence that he doesn't even really remember falling asleep the night before, despite the fact he was looking at the sleeping Izuku's face for a time before sleep claimed him after.
He doesn't know what to do what these feelings. Doesn't understand them. It isn't something he's ever felt before, even if he's known affection from his mother, from Fuyumi. (He hasn't seen Touya in years, and Natsuo only came into his life recently - no time for affection when you're still getting to know one another.)
But Shouto blinks open his eyes, bleary, sleep-heavy, and regards Izuku without really registering that he's been stared at. No, he feels something for his waterbending teacher, who has been trying to soothe the jagged motions that have bled over from firebending into his waterbending, turned flowing water into deadly ice from years and years. ]
G'morning. [ With the clearing of his throat to get rid of the thickness in his voice, he brings his hand up to rub his fist against his eyes. ] Breakfast?
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The other is a little selfish. He feels his heart thrum whenever he's close enough to Shouto. If Shouto left... when would he ever get to see him again? Besides, Shouto needs help tempering his waterbending, keeping it calm and steady. There's no reason Shouto's attacks need to be that jagged, not when they're only practicing together. The fluid movements are the basis of the whole style and he knows Shouto has troubles with that much.
For now though, he spares another glance at Shouto. Chuckles over his ridiculous bedhead and has to fight the urge to stroke through it. At least he's not awake enough to catch Izuku's staring.
He wonders if he can take advantage of that. Sneak in a little more admiration time in the mornings if he wakes up first.]
Good morning, Shouto. Are you hungry?
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He doesn't know what to do what these feelings. Doesn't understand them. It isn't something he's ever felt before, even if he's known affection from his mother, from Fuyumi. (He hasn't seen Touya in years, and Natsuo only came into his life recently - no time for affection when you're still getting to know one another.)
But Shouto blinks open his eyes, bleary, sleep-heavy, and regards Izuku without really registering that he's been stared at. No, he feels something for his waterbending teacher, who has been trying to soothe the jagged motions that have bled over from firebending into his waterbending, turned flowing water into deadly ice from years and years. ]
G'morning. [ With the clearing of his throat to get rid of the thickness in his voice, he brings his hand up to rub his fist against his eyes. ] Breakfast?