You taught me // open+sweaters // the courage of stars

[arcy]

Izuku was hardly in need of a sweater, honestly. His fur kept him plenty warm, with how much he had. If he needed anything, it was boots, because he may as well overheat with more warmth. They weren't even comfortable anymore? His wings had grown too big to fit into clothing comfortably. He'd actually torn his last sweater with his wings at some point, and that was ... uncomfortable. He could always tear some holes in the back to fit them through, but that wasn't ... great. However, all of this doesn't stop Izuku's ears from perking up when he hears Jacob's call, tail giving a few wags as he hears. He hoped he wouldn't accidentally tear them, once he managed to get it on.
"Oh, neat!" Comes Izuku's chirp as he stumbles over, impressed. He can't actually see how many sweaters have been made, but he's sure it's a lot. He's debating on whether to ask for one, though, for all the problems mentioned, and also -- he'd probably outgrow it in a few months? Izuku was growing at a pretty fast rate even now, "Could I get one, too? I, um, don't really mind what color, but could it be kind of big?" Izuku allows himself to chirp once more, and finds himself fidgeting nervously as he falls into a sitting position. He's not sure how the sweater will look, at least not for a while, but he trusts that it'll be nice.

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