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[Finally, he raises his head and sniffles loudly, wiping his runny nose on one sleeve and cleaning the fur that he got wet on Sumo's head with the other.

Being without Kacchan hurts and not knowing what its going to be like when they see each other again is scary but... he'll figure it out. The two of them somehow, no matter what, always seem to keep heading further up and closer together.

But for now, he's here and he has to think about how he's going to live here until he can get home. Until they all can.

He rubs at his face before he speaks.]

Mist- Hank. I know we come from different worlds. And I know that, as a kid, there's probably a lot of things adults deal with that I can't really understand. And so maybe, I can't understand everything that you're going through but... you've helped me twice now! And I know you'll say that I don't owe you anything, and I know that's true. But if there's something I can do for you then... please let me help!

[He gives a crooked little smile and then looks away, sucking at his teeth as he tries to think over how loud his brain's yelling about the one thing it really, really wants, a liquid way to kill off all the brain cells he spent that first horrible week on this ship growing back. If Izuku happened to have something to drink on him not asking for it might be a little harder. But he doesn't, so it's not.

The second thing Hank thinks of is a no-go, too; chances are pretty good, he thinks, that if he asked the kid to toss him over the edge of that big dumb hole in the ship, Izuku probably wouldn't laugh. If that kind of humor's secretly Izuku's thing, Hank would be really goddamn surprised.

God, okay, think of something normal. Something Izuku can do that'll make him feel like he's helping. He likes that, helping people, and it's not his fault there's not a single thing anyone but Hank can actually do for Hank.]

You can- uh, play with my dog? Or, he's been walking a lot, so- you can nap with him? I don't know, if I do try to get in those stupid spacepod beds he tries to get up with me and it's the saddest fucking thing. I think he misses hanging out with someone who's actually going to sleep once in a while and, you know, sleeping on something he can fit on. So. I mean there's that.

[Technically neither of those things is actually helping Hank. But helping Sumo is doing a favor for Hank, so that works. It totally works.]

[Izuku watches him closely.

He's a nosy kid by nature. He always wants to know the details, to go deeper, to find the truth. He couldn't mind his own business if his life depended on it. And he can feel like Hank is hiding something: he's not lying but he's not telling the whole truth.

But Izuku can't seem to figure what he should do to figure it out. His innocence walls him out from really understanding what's going on. So he frowns for a bit and then nods, petting Sumo thoughtfully.]

I can do that. I've been using my power a lot so I take a lot of naps in order to get my energy back.

...Will you be alright? You won't be lonely?

[The question surprises Hank, and he gives the kid an uncomfortable little smile. There's only one way to answer a question like that.]

Nah, I'm fine. Lots of shit to keep me busy around here, right?

[That was probably a little much. There's not a lot of shit to keep him busy. Lots of shit to stare at, not a lot to do with any of it. Not a lot to do but sit around and think.]

Maybe I'll hang out here and try to play some of these games, now that the power's back on. I mean, I don't have a notebook to write in or anything, but I do okay. What've you been using your whole power thing with? I thought you said that made you sick, right?

Right.

[He agrees but there's uncertainty in his voice. He wants to do more for Hank but he just has no idea what that is and it's frustrating. He feels like he should know what to do but he's clueless.

But now Hank is putting him on blast so he flushes and scratches behind his ear.]

It does, but... there's a lot of doors to take down! And if I use my power I can greatly reduce the amount of time it takes break through one.

Uh-huh.

[Hank says it in more or less the same tone Izuku used to agree with him a second ago, only more pointed. Now he’s out of the line of fire he’s noticeably more comfortable, and has no problem using a tone like that.]

So what’s behind all those doors? Anything important enough to make all that worth it?

Y-yeah! So it's like that! You know!

[Now it's Izuku's turn to look uncomfortable. He squirms in his seat, clearly feeling a little put on the spot, but also not really at all ashamed. More like dreading the potential embarrassment.]

Supplies, mostly. Some freeze dried food and medical stuff and things like that. But I did find this.

[He reaches into his pocket and pulls out something that looks like a pocket knife except when he flicks it, the blade is a laser instead of metal.]

Mostly I've been using it to weaken the locks on the doors before I break them down.

Huh.

[He leans forward, trying to get a good angle to take a look at it.]

Well. That's kind of neat.

[If he was really dedicated to teaching the kid a lesson here - progress isn't worth your health, all that crap - he might just ignore the lightsaber switchblade but he's not trying to be a drag, and it actually is pretty cool.]

How much damage can you do with that? It is for cutting right? Like, that slices through shit?

Yeah. It cuts through the locks pretty easily. Then I can kick down the door in one go after that.

[He turns it off and offers it up to Hank if he wants to examine it. He's also glad that he is not getting a lecture here!]

It might come in handy for other things too.

Cool.

[Hank turns it over, looking at it, then points it at the arm of the couch and flicks the laser out just to see what'll happen.]

Just make sure you warn people before you hand this out to anyone, people like shining lasers in each other's eyes cause they're not usually, you know, little swords.

S-shining lasers in people's eyes?

[CEARLY SOMEONE HAS NEVER THOUGHT OF DOING SOMETHING THAT MEAN.]

Well, yeah.

[He looks up from the slice he's leaving in the couch's arm.]

What, don't you ever just wanna mess with people?

[He remembers who he's talking to and corrects himself, giving the kid a crooked little smile as he does it to try and soften the comment.]

Or uh- don't people ever try and mess with you? That's what laser pointers are for.

Oh. Y-yeah. Back when I was in middle school, people would mess with me. Steal my notebooks, break my pens, trip me during gym, that sort of thing.

[He rubs the back of his neck. He doesn't really understand how that sort of thing is fun. Maybe because he's still so new to having friends where messing with him is actually a sign of affection.]

Never with a laser though.

Well yeah, that's because lasers are fun. All that other stuff's just kids being shitheads.

[He shuts the lightsaber knife off and holds it out toward Izuku.]

Here, take this back. Leave it in my hands and I'll have everything here cut up in like, ten minutes.

Maybe you should keep it.

[He doesn't move to take it back.]

I have my Hero training to fall back on and I don't really know how to use a knife. And I'm not sure I want to use it on anything but a door. Besides, you might need it to look after Sumo.

[At the sound of his name, Sumo raises his head and tries to lick Izuku's still slightly wet face. He sputters and leans away.

Like how? In case I need to cut some doors open for him? No, kid, you're not giving me the one thing you got on you to defend yourself. Besides, it's been helping you out. Also, didn't you just hear me say I'd just use it to break everything? Some men just shouldn't have this kinda power.

[Hank does not, for the record, help with the wet face thing. You try to get on his dog's good side, you deal with the consequences. Sometimes dogs slobber all over your face and no one raises a single hand to stop it. It's a hard world.]

I dunno! In case you need to protect yourself. From... whatever that noise is, incase it's something bad. I don't want you to get hurt or anything like th-

[He's interrupted by Sumo now deciding to just climb on him to better lick his snotty face and he sort of just topples over. Izuku is pretty well built but he's just on the smaller side so Sumo can just... take him down.

Ow, embarrassing when he's trying to be like.. a good model Hero!]

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[Hank snorts, almost laughing.]

Yeah, you seem like you're perfectly capable of defending yourself against big dangerous shit, this sure is convincing me. You gotta take care of yourself too, you know.

[He leans over, trying to see Izuku under all the dog.]

Need a little help there?

Hey! I can't exactly use any of my training on a dog! That would be completely inappropriate!

[Sumo makes a "woof" in agreement and settles happily on top of Izuku, who wriggles trying to get a little less pressure on his lungs. He could shove the dog off but... he's just trying to be friendly and comforting in his own way.]

And... maybe just a little.

You're damn right it would.

[Hank says it absently, inspecting the damage.]

I don't know, once this guy settles down there's not a lot anyone can do. Wanna try and get him onto me instead?

Sumo.

[Izuku whines as he pushes at the dog. He's able to bench Sumo easily but it's more the fact that the dog is just... flopped on top of him with no interest in moving. So he can lif tthe front of the dog but his backside is still on top of his legs. Eventually, Izuku gives up and flops back down]

I think I'm stuck here.

So, what do you wanna do with your new life as a dog bed? Want me to make sure you get an endless supply of notebooks or something? A pillow? Moral support? I could try to call him, but I don't know how much good that'd really do.

I wouldn't say no to any of the above.

This new life is gonna take some getting used to.

[Sumo wags his tail, clearly very proud of himself.]

Don't worry kid, Sumo's good company. As long as you don't need to move.

[Hank smiles. Yeah, he's laughing at Izuku a little, but he'll hang around until his dog decides to move.]

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sorry hank fate is never kind

this is his terrible and inevitable destiny

embrace your dark fate

he already has. what do you think the whiskey's for

touche

:P

drink responsibly mister lieutenant sir

he will not and you can't make him

he can try!!

the worst way to end a night of drinking

sorry not sorry

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