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Izuku’s eyes roll up in his head, and his body crumples to the floor in a heap. Kirishima is the first to notice, spinning around. Class 1-A has gotten quite used to this happening by now, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t startled.
“C’mon, Midoriya, you’ve gotta stop doing that, buddy,” Kirishima says, shaking his head and looking up, probably where he imagines Izuku is. “You keep bruising yourself, you’re gonna end up breaking something—”
Kirishima stops suddenly. He feels something against his ear, something cold and not entirely there, and then, he hears a familiar voice, whispering:
“ Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor—”
“DANG IT MIDORIYA DID YOU REALLY DROP DEAD JUST TO MAKE A FREAKING JOKE—”
