day one hundred and sixty nine

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[droplets of blood scatter the page. the needle of a syringe is embedded in the spine of the book.]

"Have you noticed that Midoriya's become quite pale? He looks like he's seen a ghost- he looks like he is the ghost! What's up with him?" asked Kirishima, shooting a worried look at the lonely greenette. "He's becoming quite thin, too. I wonder what happened."
     "You seem to forget that he was fucking dead a couple of fucking weeks ago, shitty hair." retorted Bakugou, sending off tiny explosions in the palm of his hands. "Just leave the little shit alone. He's fine."

i'm not fine, kacchan.

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