An Unlikely Bond

He gasps and bows even lower. This time I can feel the distinctive sound of his forehead scratching the pebbles. My parents gape at the kid: he's even crazier than I am. "Thank you, (Y/N)-chan!" He exclaims. "Your confidence has given me more determination to fulfill my dream! That's exactly why I want you to call me Inasa! We're friends after all, aren't we?" I widen my eyes, a gasp exiting my lips as I involuntarily rear my head up. Yoarashi apparently has some kind of sensor because he seems to know he's won without seeing it. He gets up too, a red patch on his forehead from where he slammed it against the ground. "W-Well-" I stammer. "I mean-" I'm not much used to the idea of friendship anymore. In my new life the word friend has acquired a much deeper meaning than before, and I can 100% say only Izuku is my actual friend. Especially because, being mentally older than my peers, I found it very difficult to insert myself in the world of childish social cues. "I mean- yes," I lastly let out. "Yes. Of course. We are friends."