It's no problem! I know the supplies we can use are pretty limited...
[He leads Minato over to the room that he's claimed. It's mostly barren, except for the pile of cushions and blankets that he's spread out in one corner to serve as a makeshift bed.
He grabs an empty notebook and pen from his bag before offering them to Minato.] Here you go!
[Izuku just smiles in response.] You can keep a few extra pages if you want. I don't mind! Just in case you need to write another report.
I have a few more notebooks in my backpack--somehow it ended up here, too. Good thing it did, or I wouldn't have anything to really write with... ah, did you find anything of yours here, too?
[ and just as promised dave is punctual as hell!!! ...thanks for just rolling with his hot blond comments, izuku, i am so sorry for his everything. he's in his red magic pajamas still and lifts a hand in greeting. ]
Hey, dude. So, do you have any place in mind...? Edge of the forest or a roof is my best suggestion.
Hey! [Izuku greets him with a wave and a smile of his own.
Then promptly makes a face.]
The roofs are sturdy enough for traveling on, but I'm not so sure about sparring. That might just make them collapse under us. Next to the forest sounds like a technically safer option.
[A slight frown tugs at his lips.] Ummm... I can't think of anything off the top of my head. [The joys of being in a hero school where even class spars can get ridiculously violent.]
Ichinose-sensei did say that the main points we need to work on are my speed and your strength. Maybe I could work on trying to catch you while you try to throw harder hits?
You got it, Midoriya-kun. Maybe we should keep each other posted on our training and how it's going, too. I'd like to hear how yours ends up being too.
[A pause, before Izuku face brightens with a smile.]
I'd like that, too! Besides, maybe we could practice together... um, I know Ichinose-sensei's already assigned a lot of people, but the more we go over what we're learning, the faster we should pick it up, right?
Y-yeah, he ended up assigning himself to me, I guess. [Trying, and failing, to not look pleased, especially when he remembers what he'd said in that message.] Why?
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