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The morning sun filtered through the tall windows, casting a soft glow over the quiet hum of activity. You padded across the room in your socks, uniform already on, the hem of your skirt brushing over your thighs as you moved toward the kitchen. Katsuki stood at the counter, aggressively toasting bread like it had insulted his mother and barking something over his shoulder at Kaminari and Kirishima, who were fighting over a jar of jam.
Without a word, you stepped beside them, your hands moving fluidly- “ They’re gonna break the jar before breakfast starts.” Katsuki glanced at you, a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth, then rolled his eyes- swiping the jar away from them and popping open the lid with a sharp twist, slamming it down on the counter with a little more force than needed.
“ Fucking idiots.” He signed back. You laughed softly, shaking your head.
Across the room, Izuku sat cross-legged on the couch, hunched over his ever-expanding hero analysis notebook. His hair was already tousled and his pen scratched methodically as he recorded something. The moment he caught your gaze, he raised one hand in greeting, then quickly signed with the other. “ You ready?”
You gave a two-finger salute and tapped your arm once. “Yes.” then pointed toward Katsuki with a sly smile. “He’s already got his panties in a twist, better be on your best behaviour Zuku.”
He rolled his eyes. “I always am Y-chan.”
“I can see you nerds.” Katsuki scoffed as he walked past.
You stuck your tongue out at his back, flipping him off. “We weren’t trying to hide it from you Kat.”
The air buzzed with a slight excitement, despite the usual chaos. The first day of your third and final year. After two and a half years of grueling training, internships, and pushing to your breaking point, you had finally made it to the top. This year was the one that mattered, The one that would set the stage for the rest of your lives as pro heroes.
You perched yourself on the arm of the couch near Izuku, sipping from your mug and glancing around the room. Everyone was moving with purpose, even as Sero couldn’t find his back pack and was running around like a chicken with its head cut off. The dorms smelled like toast, oversteeped tea, and determination. This wasn’t just a school anymore-it was home . A battlefield, a sanctuary. And today marked the beginning of the end of this chapter.
Izuku shifted slightly on the couch, his notebook balanced on his knee, half-filled with scrawled strategies and observations from the summer. He watched you for a second longer than necessary, then resumed writing, his hand gliding across the page in a rhythm you’d grown up recognizing. You remembered that look from when you were kids, when the three of you would hide out in the park after school,pretending sticks were swords and the world was yours to have.
Katsuki was louder with his nerves-his excitement-his happiness. His everything really. He slammed the cabinet doors and practically growled as he shoved his breakfast on his plate, still yelling at Kaminari even though the poor guy hadn’t done anything. You caught his eye as he moved to sit by the two of you. “ Take a breath Kat, you’re gonna explode before homeroom.” He scowled at you, but the corner of his mouth twitched again.
“Shut up. I’m fine.” His gaze was sharp, but you were used to it by now. It never scared you. You were the only one besides Izuku who could call him out without flinching.
The three of you had been inseparable since before you had quirks. Since Izuku was the awkward, quirkless kid with too many dreams, and when Katsuki had something to prove and shoved down his feelings. Since you were bullied for having a villain's quirk. You were a mix of both, the middle ground, the one who either kept the peace or added fuel to the fire.
Three of you balanced each other like a mismatched puzzle, bonded not just by childhood, but by a loyalty that had survived years of change, pain, growth, and even the hell that was middle school.
You remembered the late-night talks, the hospital visits after brutal training sessions, the nights you crashed in each other's rooms when sleep wouldn’t come after the war. Now as third years, that bond was more than just a shared past- it was a foundation. You weren’t kids anymore. You were teammates, almost pros.
Izuku looked up from his notebook and signed again, “ No matter what happens, we’ve got each other, right?”
You nodded without hesitation. “ Always.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes from his chair across from the two of you, but tapped his fork on his plate once. “Yes.”
“Can you guys talk out loud like normal people?” Kaminari sighed from the dining room table.
“Are you jealous, Kami?” You teased, eying him from your seat.
“If the moron wanted to know what we’re saying he could just learn.” Katsuki scoffed, biting into his toast. “Dumbass extra.” he signed.
You snorted, Izuku shook his head packing up his bag. “ Be nice.” he signed.
“Guys stop talking about me like I’m not right here.”
“How would you know that’s what we’re even doing?” You questioned standing up and moving to grab your bag.
“I may not know what you're saying but I’m right here.” He mumbled.
“Oh so you do have some brains in there after all?” You laughed.
Katsuki smirked, zipping up his bag. “ Hurry up nerds. We’re gonna be late.” He signed, moving out the door. With you and Izuku trailing behind him.
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The air was thick with heat and movement at the training grounds. Dust and scorched grass hung low in the air, stirred up by the relentless pace of the training exercise. Mr. Aizawa’s voice barked through the field like a whip-sharp, precise, and impossible to ignore no matter how hard you tried.
“No wasted movement! Coordinate with your partners! You think villains are gonna wait for you to figure it out?” His capture scarf cracked in the wind as he paced the edge of the field, eyes scanning each trio with surgical scrutiny.
“I could focus if you’d stop yelling in my damn ears!” Katsuki yelled back.
Your blood pulsed loudly in your ears-not just from battle, but from the exertion of your quirk. Drawing a line across your palm with a swift flick of a blade, you pulled crimson ribbons from your skin, weaving them into a shimmering blade that gleamed like tempered glass in the morning sun. You lunged forward,slicing through two of Ectoplasm’s doubles in one clean arc. The blood-blade disintegrated mid-air, droplets floating for a split-second before you yanked them back, reconstituting the mass into a curved shield in time to absorb a sudden strike from behind.
To your left, Katsuki moved like a force of nature-aggressive and controlled in only the loosest sense. His palms detonated with explosive rhythm, a steady BOOM followed him yelling “Die!” another blast detonated as he cleared a path through the wave of doubles. His gauntlets remained unused today- Aizawa wanted you to focus on combo moves and unenhanced quirk use- but it didn’t matter. He didn’t need them. You caught him flinching after one particularly close blast, his head dipping just slightly as if to shield his right ear. You knew that twitch, you and Izuku both did. He’d never admit it, but you’d been friends too long to miss the signs.
The toll of all those explosions was starting to show.
Izuku stood at the center of the triangle you formed, always reading, calculating, adjusting. His notebook safely tucked away, replaced by instincts and danger sense. He ducked low beneath a sweep of an Ectoplasm clone’s leg, countering with a whip of Blackwhip that lashed it into the air. Without need to speak, he pointed- your cue. You leapt, blood solidifying into twin daggers in your hands, slicing through the airborne clone as it crumbled into mist. Katsuki blasted the next wave before they even touched the ground, his explosions forming a rhythm Izuku could count on. It was a dance you’d done hundreds of times, but today it felt sharper. Cleaner.
The combo moves came naturally now. Izuku surged forward with Full cowling sparking across his limbs, grabbing your shoulder mid-movement and tossing you towards the next target. You spun midair, forming a circular saw of blood in your palm and driving it into a clone’s chest, turning it into nothing but vapor and a puddle. Katsuki covered your landing with a scatter-blast that sent debris flying. You raised your shield again instinctively, catching shrapnel meant for Izuku’s flank. “ Thanks.” He signed quickly as he landed beside you, eyes already flicking to the next threat.
All around you, the rest of the class moved in their own chaotic patterns. Todorki was freezing half the field, Sero swung between the trees, and Uraka sent projectiles floating midair for others to launch. But Aizawa’s attention lingered on your trio, and not just because you were his problem children. He knew your dynamic was dangerous in the right ways- three childhood friends who had grown into three of U.A. 's strongest. You trusted each other to cover blind spots, to lead without egos clashing, and to act without hesitation.
You caught Katsuki rubbing his ear again after another close-range blast, just for a heartbeat before hiding it behind another blast. You signed quickly between attacks- “You okay?” He just grunted and rolled his shoulders.
You looked at Izuku and he noticed it too. His eyes’ narrowing slightly before shifting focus. He knew not to press in the middle of a fight. So instead, he changed tactics, subtly shifting his path to create more space between Katsuki and the clones. A silent nod of understanding passed between the three of you.
The last clone dissolved and you dropped your shield, flexing your fingers. You didn’t stop the blood flow, just slowed it to a small drip because you looked at Mr. Aizawa and just knew .
“Good. Again. This time, coordinated assaults only. If I see anyone freelancing, you’re doing laps until sundown.”
You, Katsuki, and Izuku exchanged a quick look. That was the signal to get serious.
Izuku spoke first, eyes already scanning the rapidly reforming doubles from Ectoplasm. “Formation four?” he asked aloud, even though you’d already started moving. You nodded, Katsuki gave a grunt of approval. It was a combo you’d developed over the last year- fast, vicious and practically seamless when executed right.
You sprinted forward first, slashing your palm again to draw blood. With a sharp flick of your wrist, a curved boomerang-shaped blade formed and launched toward the advancing doubles, slicing through the first three with a clean arc. The moment the blade returned, you split it mid-air into needles, scattering them around the battlefield like landmines-waiting for Izuku’s signal.
Izuku darted ahead next, kicking off a slab of concrete with full cowling, launching himself upward and flipping mid-air. He pointed toward the ground, activating Blackwhip with precision. The whip lashed out and struck one of your scattered blood-needles, detonating it like a remote mine, then another and another-controlled mini-explosions that funneled the clones into tight clusters. “Now.” he signed.
Katsuki came in from the rear, palms already glowing with volatile energy. He hurled himself forward using a twin burst, weaving between the stunned doubles with perfect control. At the center of the cluster, he twisted, and shouted. “Howitzer Impact!” and detonated a controlled explosion that blew the entire formation apart-dozens of clones evaporating in a massive concussive shockwave. You raised a blood shield in front of Izuku just in time to block the blast that followed. Through the smoke you saw Katsuki land with a heavy thud, teeth bared in a grin.
You didn’t stop there.
“Formation Eight!” You called.
Izuku nodded and dashed toward you. You pulled another thin stream of blood from your arm, shaping it into a whip and lashing it toward him. He caught it mid-spring and used the tension to sling himself around in a sharp arc, catching a clone in the jaw with a rising kick. As he landed, Katsuki hurled an explosion into the path ahead of him, and Izuku used the shockwave to launch himself higher, twisting in the air with blackwhip spiraling out behind him like a comet tail.
You followed, vaulting forward with another blood weapon forming in your hands-this time two long sabers. You moved in rhythm, flanking the enemy clones as Izuku dove from above. At the last second, Katsuki ignited a blast just beneath your leap, accelerating your strike. You came down in a crimson blur slicing through three clones as Izuku landed behind you, neutralizing two more with pinpoint blackwhip strike.
Katsuki landed last, breathing hard, smoke rising from his shoulders. You saw him blink a few times, disoriented by the sheer volume of sound from the last blast. His right ear twitched again. You moved closer without a word and passed him a blood-coated ear plug you’d formed from your own platelets-a technique you’d starting working on for him after the war. He glanced at it, then at you, and gave a tight nod before slipping it into place. He didn’t say thank you, but he didn’t have to.
As the last clone dissolved in a haze of smoke and light, the field finally fell quiet, save for the sound of heavy breathing and wind rustling through the treetops. Your shield melted into harmless droplets and returned to your bloodstream, leaving only thin crimson trails across your palms. Izuku stood to your right, already analyzing what went wrong, what went right. Katsuki cracked his neck and pretended he wasn’t half-deaf from his own power. You stood between them, covered in your own blood, calm, heart pounding, and completely at home. This wasn’t just training. You three didn’t survive battles- you owned them. But still-
You turned to Izuku, angling yourself away from Katsuki. “He’s getting worse.” You signed when you caught Izuku’s eye.
“I know,” he nodded. “He won’t accept our help if we try though, you know that.”
You nodded. You did know, you knew all too well. Now wasn’t the time to bring it up either, you’d have to wait till he told you himself.
Aizawa’s voice rang out again, this time quieter. “Better. That’s what real teamwork looks like.”
You stood between the boys again, your breathing a little heavy, sweat dripping down your temples. “He’s not talking about us right?” you signed, laughing.
“Of course not, we're the best.” Katsuki signed back with a scoff, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Yes I am talking about you.” Aizawa signed when he caught your eyes. The three of you stilled. “See me before lunch, problem children.” he said aloud. The class erupted with oohhh’s.
“Shit.” You muttered, throwing your head back.
“ Why do you guys always have to provoke him?” Izuku sighed, moving towards the changing rooms.
“We don’t! It’s not my fault I forgot he knows how to sign.” You threw your hands up as you followed behind him.
“That’s why we started using code at school dumbass.” Katsuki mumbled, hitting the back of your head.
“One- Ow motherfucker-” You replied, flipping him off. “And two I forgot alright! And you signed too!” You pointed at him, blood swirling around your hand and dropping on small droplets on his arm. “Who’s the dumbass now dumbass ?”
“Stop using your blood to piss me off shark week!” He snarled.
“Oh, would you look at that- the changing rooms.” You sang out, running into the girls room so he couldn’t get you. “See you later!” you called out over your shoulder.
“Coward!” He yelled after you.
“Kacchan really?” You heard Izuku mumble not too long after the door swung closed.
The rest of the girls filled the locker room slowly, the air filling with familiar sounds of post-training routine- showers running, locker doors creaking open and shut, the hum of conversation drifting lazily through the steamy air. You sat on a wooden bench near the back, towel draped over your shoulders, scrubbing carefully at the stubborn streak of dried blood trailing down your forearm. The red stain spread into the white fabric like ink in water. Even after all this time, you still had to be methodical about cleaning up after using your quirk. Hemokinesis wasn’t a quirk you used without consequence. Blood manipulation left residue-visible, tangible traces of every technique you’d performed while using it. Even if today wasn’t that taxing, the effort left your arms, legs, and even the side of your neck marked with clots and smears.
You winced scrubbing harder at the blood stuck on your neck, sometimes it felt like the blood clung to your skin like guilt. You let out a soft sigh and leaned back, letting your arm fall in your lap.
“You know, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to watching you peel your own blood off like its paint,” Mina said, leaning over the bench beside you. “It’s kinda gross, but like in a cool vampire ninja way.”
You smirked “Thanks, I guess?” you rubbed at a stubborn patch on your collarbone and winced. The skin underneath was raw, something you’d probably have to ice later. “Could be worse, at least it’s mine most of the time.”
“Still,” Jirou added from the other end of the bench, toweling off her hair, “It’s a little intense. You come out of training like a horror movie extra.”
“Or a really mental nurse.” Momo chimed in, fixing her skirt.
“And yet you still get more attention than the rest of us combined.” Hagakure mumbled from her locker.
“Well one, you're invisible,” You laughed. “And two I get attention because I look like I murdered a school full of children.”
“Um not true,” Mina said with a sly grin. “You have two boys who follow you everywhere- speaking of which- why aren’t you dating one of them yet?” She didn’t need to name them- everyone knew who she was talking about. “I mean, you’re practically always with them. Especially after the war, the three of you are attached at the soul.”
“Right?” Ochaco chimed in from across the room, slipping into her uniform shirt. “You all sign to each other across the room like some secret spy trio.”
“Aren’t you the one who has a crush on Izuku?” You teased.
She rolled her eyes ignoring you completely. “ Anyways - It’s kind of adorable. If you ask me,”
“I didn’t.” You mumbled, rubbing at that spot of blood on your neck again.
“I think they both have a crush on you, especially Deku. He gets all soft eyed whenever you walk in the room.” She continued.
“I don’t know…” Tsuyu croaked thoughtfully. “Bakugou gets real twitchy when anyone else stands too close to her. Remember the sports festival second year? He nearly exploded that second-year transfer student.”
“Or the time when he nearly bit Kaminari’s head off when he said you looked good in your new costume.” Mina laughed.
You rolled your eyes. “You’re all ridiculous. We’ve been friends since we were five. It’s not like that.”
“Mhmm, sure it didn’t used to be. But it is now, you’ve all been glued to each other since the war,” Jirou said. “And no one’s blaming you- I mean Bakugou literally almost died .”
You flinched a little at the memory. Him in the air jumping in front of Izuku, his body moving on his own as he got stabbed in the gut. You having to stop the bleeding so that he didn’t die. His cold body in your hands. You shook your head, getting rid of the memory.
“Maybe you’re not ready to admit it to yourself yet, but the rest of us see it.” Mina shrugged. “We’ve got a bet going on of who you’ll end up with by graduation.”
“You what ?” You turned to glare at them, horrified.
Laughter erupted through the room, even from Momo. “We’re just saying,” she added diplomatically, “you might be the only one who hasn’t noticed how obvious it is.”
You stood up, maybe a little too quickly to be casual, and tossed your used towel into the bin. You grabbed your uniform jacket, and slipped it on. “Alright, alright. Enough . Aizawa is expecting me- and those two idiots too.” You tightened the strap on your bag and headed for the door.
Your face felt a little flush, maybe from the steam of the shower, you didn’t know. All you did know was that the girls were ridiculous. You didn’t have a crush on either of them, and they didn’t have one on you. End of story.
Right?
You stepped into the hallway and spotted them. Izuku stood a little straighter when he saw you, flashing a smile that made his freckles bunch together. Katsuki leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, eyes scanning you like he was making sure you hadn’t pushed yourself too hard again.
You raised two fingers and tagged them twice against your thigh- “I’m fine.”
Izuku responded with a three-finger flick near his shoulder- “You sure?” You nodded in response.
“Took you long enough,” Katsuki grumbled aloud, pushing off the wall. “You’re slow even when you’re not bleeding.”
“I told him to be patient.” Izuku sighed, brushing a hand through his curls.
You shook your head, falling into step between the two of them as you headed down the corridor. The three of you walked in step, the rhythm easy and unspoken. You were shorter than both of them now, smaller too. It was strange, one moment you were kids on the play ground, taller than both of them and now you felt small. Sure you could put both of them in their places, but if it came down to it- just with raw strength you wouldn’t win.
They weren’t little boys anymore. Izuku didn’t cry when you ran too fast ahead of him anymore. Katsuki didn’t push you into the river when you were too scared to jump off the edge. And you didn’t go over to their houses for sleep overs anymore. You were almost an adult now. With two boys who you’d do anything for, bonded in childhood dreams and trauma that would never leave.
You tapped your arm twice as you neared Aizawa’s office. “Ready?”
Katsuki didn’t answer with words. He cracked his neck and clicked his tongue once against his teeth. “Ready.”
Izuku offered his answer in signs. “Always.”
You exhaled through your nose- shaking your head, Katsuki looked at you and smirked. “Nerd.” You both signed at the same time.
Aizawa’s door was already slightly ajar when you reached it, as if he’d been waiting. His gaze met yours first, unreadable but not cold. “Come in,” he said, voice low and direct. “Close the door behind you.”
You filed in. “You're not gonna kill us right?” You murmured, shutting the door behind you. The blinds were drawn, and the only light in the room came from the faint glow of his computer monitor and the warm afternoon sun trying to squeeze through through the slats. You took the middle seat between Izuku and Katsuki- out of habit.
Aizawa didn’t speak. He looked tired, but then again, he always did. He studied you all with a measured gaze, then folding his hands together on the desk. “You three have changed a lot since your first year. After the war I half expected you to burn out… or break.”
“Harsh” You muttered under your breath.
“ But,” he started, shooting you a look. “Intsead, you became the most stable unit we have in this school.”
Katsuki shifted slightly, frowning. “This isn’t about those damn provisional license audits again, is it?”
Aizawa ignored him. “I’ve watched the way you fight. The way you communicate. You’ve built something rare. You all protect each other in a way that goes beyond class.” His eyes flicked to yours, then Izuku’s, then Katsuki’s. “I’ve seen it first hand. You don’t need to be told what the other is thinking. You just know .”
He leaned back in his chair. “U.A. has always had the tradition of recognizing students who demonstrate exceptional promise. You know Mirio, Nejire, and Tamaki- the former big three.”
Your breath caught. Izuku blinked at Katsuki, whose brows furrowed. None of you said anything, but the air between you seemed to tighten. You didn’t want to assume but-
“It pains me to say this but-” Aizawa said slowly, “This year, you three are being named the next Big Three.”
The words hit like a sudden drop in gravity. For a few heartbeats, all you could hear was the quiet hum of the office. The war, the aftermath, the nights you couldn’t sleep. The mission you shouldn’t have survived. All of it… led to this?
“We didn’t make this decision lightly,” He continued. “It wasn’t just about strength. It was about your leadership. The influence the three of you have on your classmates. And how pro heroes watch you from the sidelines,waiting to see who you become.”
Izuku looked overwhelmed- eyes wide, muttering to himself softly. Katsuki didn’t move, but his jaw was tight, and his hands flexed once-just enough to betray the fact that this mattered to him. More than he’d probably admit.
You felt everything at once. Gratitude. Pressure. Pride- that the little girl who got told her quirk was made for a villain, had made it this far. Fear. This was a responsibility. A promise that you were no longer just students. You were leaders. Symbols .And if you were going to wear this title, you’d have to live up to it every single day.
Aizawa’s voice cut through your thoughts. “This comes with expectations. You’ll mentor younger students. And yes, you’ll be working directly with Hero Commission liaisons as well as completing your school work on time and working at your internships. But we wouldn’t have chosen you if we didn’t believe you could handle it.”
“You're serious?” You blinked.
“Yes.” His gaze flickered over to you, then the door. “You're dismissed. Any questions you can take up with me or Principal Nezu at a later time.”
The three of you shuffled out into the hallway. It was too quiet. Not in a bad way- just… quiet in the way things are when something shifts. No one wanted to be the first to say it out loud. So you walked in silence for a few minutes, side by side.
Izuku’s hand brushed against his jacket pocket, twitching like it always did when he was overthinking. Katsui had his hands shoved deep in his pockets, chin slightly lowered, but you could see the muscles in his jaw working. Your thoughts buzzed like static. The Big Three. You weren’t just students anymore- you were the faces of the next generation.
“So…” You finally said, voice quiet as the three of you rounded the corner toward the cafeteria. “We’re the Big Three now.”
Izuku let out a soft breath that was somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. “Yeah. I guess we are.” He glanced at you. “How do you feel about it?”
You shrugged, but it wasn’t careless. “Happy. Proud. Terrified. All at the same time.”
“Sounds about right for you.” Katsuki muttered.
The scent of food drifted out from the cafeteria entrance. It was midday now, and the lunch crowd was loud, scattered, and oblivious to the fact that three of U.A’s top students had just been handed a legacy. After the war, you were swarmed with attention- both from the media and from the students. Things calmed down after a couple months, you had to practically shove girls away from Katsuki and Izuku. Had to threaten to stab boys who came too close to you when they weren’t around too. What would things be like now? When everyone found out about you being the Big Three, would it be the same?
You grabbed a table near the back- your usual spot- and sat in your usual order: Izuku on one side, you and Katsuki on the other. Old habits die hard.
Izuku picked at his tray and quietly reviewed the nutritional chart taped to the wall like he always did, Katsuki’s hand drifted to the table surface. At first, you thought he was just fidgeting- but then you felt it, the soft taps of his fingers.
“Next spar?” he tapped.
You didn’t look directly at him. Instead, you dipped your spoon into your bowl and tapped the base of it twice, then once more with a pause between. “Tomorrow?”
Katsuki gave a faint nod, then went back to eating. Izuku, who’d caught the exchange, smiled and glanced between you. “Again?”
“Always.” you replied with a smirk. “It’s faster than whispering. And quieter than yelling, in class you know this better than anyone.”
He nodded with a small smile. “It’s not like we have much time left,” he murmured. He wasn’t wrong. Graduation was creeping closer. It felt surreal-like you were stuck between being kids with powers and adults with responsibilities.
“Do you ever think about what happens after all this? You asked, nudging your rice around the tray. “When we’re out there on our own? No dorms. No class schedules. Just… the real world.”
“Yeah,” Izuku said softly. “And now that we’ve been named the Big Three, it’s not just about what kind of heroes we want to be. It’s about what kind of legacy we leave behind. What kind of example we set.”
“Tch.” Katsuki didn’t look up but his tone lacked its usual bite. “It doesn’t change a damn thing. We were already carrying it. This just made it official.”
“He’s right,” You admitted. “We’ve been fighting like pros since the war ended. This just… puts a title to what we’ve already been doing.”
Izuku finally smiled. “I guess that’s true. But still- there’s pressure. I don’t want to mess this up. I don’t want us to mess this up.”
“We won’t, nerd.” Katsuki muttered, glancing at you.
“We’ve come too far to fall now.” You added. “Win to save. Save to win right?”
The boys tapped the table. “Always.”
A silence fell over us again- not heavy this time, but thoughtful. There was pride in it. Determination. And even though none of us said it aloud, you knew that whatever was coming next, you’d face it. Together .
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