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Nemuri had to bite her lip to keep from laughing when Izuku adorably waddled towards his clothes in a feeble attempt to recover them. When he fell on his padded butt, she quickly swooped down to comfort him. "It's alright," she cooed sweetly, nuzzling him as though he was her own son. "I'm here for you."
Momo observed this lovely scene unfold, finding herself just a little envious. Despite coming from a rich family, her parents had usually been too busy to afford her such loving care as she grew up. Thus, she got an idea. "Say, Sensei... is this 'special training' exclusive just to Izuku-san? Or are you accepting other disciples?"
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