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Tags: Bakugou & Izuku, post-war, introspection, friendship/love, fluff (could be read as gen or slash)
Summary: Where Bakugou feels guilty about their childhood, Izuku doesn't know what to say, and they find that they don't need many words to communicate, after all.
Izuku lets his gaze drop to Kacchan’s fists, instead, and finds them clenched so tight he’s surely leaving half-moon impressions on his palms. There’s no smoke leaking out between his bone-white knuckles but, then again, Kacchan has always had impeccable control of his quirk. And they had always communicated better with their hands, hadn’t they?
1,690 words
https://archiveofourown.org/works/56130106
(i'm pretty proud of this one, guys)