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Tsukauchi: I CAN'T DO IT!
Sansa, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!
Tsukauchi: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE
Nezu: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.
Tsukauchi:
Tsukauchi: I appreciate it,
Tsukauchi: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-
Shouta: Tsukauchi-
Tsukauchi: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!
Hizashi: Tsukauchi we gotta-
Tsukauchi: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.
Tsukauchi: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'
Tsukauchi, motioning to Vigilante Izuku: NOT FUCKING THIS
Tsukauchi: Dumbest scar stories, go!
Nezu: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.
Sansa: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it.
Shouta: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.
Hizashi: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn.
Vigilante Izuku:
Vigilante Izuku: I have emotional scars.
Shouta: How did none of you hear what I just said? Shoto: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Izuku: I got distracted about halfway through. Katsuki: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.
Tsukauchi: Dammit, Shouta! Shouta: What?! It wasn’t me! Tsukauchi: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Zashi! Zashi: Not me either. Tsukauchi: Oh...Then who set the house on fire? Vigilante Izuku: *whistles*
*the boys doing something stupid* Shoto: I think we're missing something. Katsuki: Teamwork? Cohesion? Izuku: A general sense of what we’re doing?
Shouta: Can you keep a secret? Vigilnate Izuku: Do you know anything about my life? Shouta: No I do not. Good point.
Katsuki: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things. *Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder* Izuku: *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.
Tsukauchi: Croissants: dropped Vigilante Izuku: Road: works ahead Nezu: BBQ sauce: on my titties Shouta: Shavacado: fre Hizashi: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead Sansa: Sansa, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.