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It’s far too late for Izuku to be awake when finals are tomorrow. His racing mind, however, doesn’t seem to get the memo.
Drearily, he trudges to the kitchen. Maybe some chai and a cookie will help.
…It’s far too late for Kacchan to be awake, too.
Green eyes meet crimson as Kacchan takes a bite of his biscotti. “Come help finish the tea.”
Izuku pours himself a cup.
Cinnamon and spice and a hint of that secret ingredient Auntie Mitsuki always refused to disclose. “You can have it when you come over again,” she’d say.
Some things never change.
