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Inbox of Minato Arisato, #3630FF.

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[DON'T... look at him that way...

Minato shuffles in place a little, and then dips his head in a fully sheepish gesture.]

I... might've messed up a little.

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[He'll continue looking at you until you explain, Minato!!]

Messed up...how?

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... You know the rewards for the Jorogumo quest...?

[This is going terribly already.]

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Oh yeah! I got a couple of those, too. No idea what's in the bottles, though.

[He pauses, then blanches as understanding hits him.]

Oh no. Did one of them make you sick?!

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[Ha...]

Yes, that's right. So please be careful with the ones you've gotten, Midoriya-kun. They can be pretty dangerous, I think.

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I'll...keep that in mind. I sort of got a warning from sensei already, anyway.

[If Dex and Guren's fight about the potions hadn't convinced him, then Minato's sickness definitely does.

Izuku leans in again, peering at Minato.]

How long ago did you take the potion?

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[Oh... yeah. Minato's pretty sure Guren's just pissed and tired of these potions by now.]

Mm... a couple of days ago. I was really sick at first, but I'm recovering now.

[SO IT'S...IT'S FINE. HE ALMOST DIED BUT IT'S FINE.]

Nothing to worry too much about, now.

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["Almost died" is not fine, Minato!!]

If this is what recovering look like, I'm afraid to ask how bad it was the first two days.

[He pushes his thumb into his bottom lip, worried.] I guess it makes sense that you can't keep much food down but... [ He's worried that you haven't really eaten in a few days.] Maybe I can make you something light that you can eat later, when you feel like it.

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[Haa... yeah.

Minato just looks a little uncertain at that, before he just nods quietly, shoulders slumping a little.]

...If you're sure...

Maybe that would be a good idea.

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I'm sure. [Izuku smiles at him now.] Maybe you'll get your appetite back before you even expect it!

If you let me use your kitchen, I can probably put something together while you rest some more.

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Mm... that's fine.

If you really don't mind, I mean, then--the kitchen is all yours.

[A beat, and more softly:]

... Thanks.

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I don't mind. [He says it again, firmly as ever.]

We're friends--and friends look out for each other.

[More softly, he adds--] Did you want to stay out here or move back to your room?

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[Oh...]

Um... this is okay.

[Right here... he's fine.]

I'll stay here, then.

[He's grateful--he really, really is.]