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Guren Ichinose | Red | #A5211F

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[swordfucker]

[HE'S NOT SAYING ANY MORE]

Well, you don't have to worry anymore. Seriously, we talk all the time. We're fine now. If you ask him, he'll probably tell you more.

[inheritance]

[Boo, Guren, you're no fun.]

If you say so! [He was already planning to check in on Dex anyway!] Actually, I had another reason to message you. I have some more plants for you, if it's okay to come over!

[He might have an ulterior motive in doing this...mostly just to see if Guren's looking better since he last saw him.]

[swordfucker]

[He feels like...that's an excuse... but plants are good.]

That's fine. Come on over, but hurry it up.

[inheritance]

[Don't be so suspicious of him, sensei! Even though there's good reason to be right now...]

Okay! I'll be right there.

[He's just lucky he managed to gather enough plants again to justify this trip, honestly. Hey, Guren, he's here!]

[swordfucker]

[Guren lets him in, of course, and immediately after he's had Izuku move the plants downstairs, he stands in the basement with him, hands on his hips.]

What did you really want?

[inheritance]

[Haha... he should've known Guren would see right through it.]

Just to see you in person. Is that so bad?

[You were looking pretty rough last time, sensei.]

[swordfucker]

It's suspicious.

[Bluntly... He knows when a brat is up to no good! Or...good. But good can be no good, too.]

If you're here to tell me to take a nap, I'm kicking you out.

[inheritance]

You're looking better now, so I don't have to. [Wow, where is this cheek even coming from? His grin softens ever so slightly.] I did want to just see how you were doing. You know, without the messages. [Because it's hard to tell through text alone.] I'm glad you're feeling better now, sensei.

[Just as he shifts on his feet, something else in the basement catches his eye.] Huh...what's that? [He's looking at a certain embroidery...]

[swordfucker]

[Uh oh. The rumored embroidery. It'll be the reason Guren brings it upstairs and puts it on a bookshelf after being embarrassed for ages.]

That thing? I got it from a quest or something.

[inheritance]

Really? [If Guren was hoping that would throw Izuku off the scent, it 100% doesn't work.

Izuku wanders closer and picks it up.]

Oh! It's an...embroidered heart? [HMMMM...]

[swordfucker]

Who said you could just pick it up? Don't touch things that aren't yours, brat.

[WHAT'S YOUR POINT, IZUKU!!!!]