[Izuku isn't sure what he expects. If Bakugo might still attack or something, especially given that he was on the ground like this. An easier target. But instead, Bakugo extends a hand, telling him off about getting stuck in his head and to trust him. Izuku's gloved hand reaches for the other, shifting to raise himself to his feet. He's not sure how well he is doing at explaining things. But he's trying. Even Izuku is still figuring this out. How does he feel about everything going on? That instinctive guilt. The worry.
About Bakugo, especially. They'd become closer over time as Bakugo had mellowed out more. Izuku feels that they can talk normally and can have a proper friendship now. He knows others might question things. Especially given the way that Bakugo used to treat him. But this is just how it was between them. Izuku accepts that. Doesn't expect Bakugo to really change that drastically. But somehow it has always seemed like Bakugo was an exception for him. He nods, thanking the blonde as he gets to his feet.]
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About Bakugo, especially. They'd become closer over time as Bakugo had mellowed out more. Izuku feels that they can talk normally and can have a proper friendship now. He knows others might question things. Especially given the way that Bakugo used to treat him. But this is just how it was between them. Izuku accepts that. Doesn't expect Bakugo to really change that drastically. But somehow it has always seemed like Bakugo was an exception for him. He nods, thanking the blonde as he gets to his feet.]