Disaster Wingman

“I keep thinking we’re friends, and then he does something like this and I doubt it all over again! It’s like—does he care about me?” he asked, pacing around Shouto’s room fast enough to make him feel a little dizzy. “Would you like to sit down?” he invited again, but Izuku didn’t seem to hear him.“Does he want me to be a great hero, worthy to fight by his side? Does he want me to literally die in a ditch? Who knows! It’s a toss-up! He does things that should be nice. I know I should just accept it and move on, but—”Shouto gasped. “You ‘like him’ like him,” he said, tapping a fist to his open hand in realization.