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“c’mon, loud cloud! there are VILLAINS to be caught!” midnight strikes a pose in her costume before jumping across rooftop to rooftop. she’s cool like that. though, the outfit is left to be desire. . . alas. it’s a day where they’re teamed up! | @crueltells
erazawa:
“–––hm, no – i don’t think i will.”
“––unless,” a dramatic pause, “––you think you can convince me?”
“ -- -- i think i can convince you of ANYTHING, sho-kun.” and. . . she’s got the WHIP in her hands. she snaps it. “come here...”
erazawa:
“––––apologies, i didn’t catch that. i was too busy eating.”
“GIVE ME THAT STRAW! YOU BARBARIAN! WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS?”
erazawa:
LOOKS HER DIRECTLY in the eye as he slurps up another noodle. “–––technically, i could stop.”
“––but i don’t see a reason to.”
“you are trash, and you should feel bad.”
.......... “can you NOT do that, sho?” | the great spaghetti mess @erazawa
“have another pint, hizashi-kun,” nemuri says, offering the can of beer to him. she’s definitely drunk and giddy, leaning close to her friend. “let’s have fuuuuun! maybe after this, we can go to karaoke. mmm... i’m hungry.” oh, no. poor hizashi. | @bassboost
crueltells:
And while the sound of the door opening doesn’t reach him, the light that floods into the room startles the retired symbol, shoulders jumping as his grip tightens around the fabric bunched in his hands, wide eyes quick to flit to the source. Alarm brings pain to his torso as his heart leaps to his throat; he chokes on a few wet coughs before his body manages to calm down. In the silence of the room, he’s left to shrink beneath her attention. “… …”
“—— I – I will be … alright,” an attempt to brush off the state he was found in, as thin lips curl into a meek attempt at a smile, turning away from her in his effort to wipe away the wetness he can feel gathering at his eyes. How far he’s fallen, truly. Staggered breaths are taken. Once. Twice. He still doesn’t turn toward her, as he clumsily folds the suit up and places it atop his coffee table, though his voice lifts, frayed at the edges. “—— did … did you need something, Nemuri..?”
will he? be all right? nemuri closes the door behind her, not allowing anyone else to see him like this. she’s already ruined his privacy, and she will not risk someone else doing so. the guilt already is eating at her, but now her duty is to see if he IS okay...
something that’s never talked about enough is helping the trauma of heroes. a sizable amount of them feel like the pressure is too much sometimes. nemuri has her rituals to unwind, to try and relax. sometimes, it isn’t enough. she approaches him quietly, putting her hand against his arm. how does someone like the SYMBOL OF PEACE cope with not being that anymore?
she suddenly worries about him much more than she previously had. her eyes are on the costume. she frowns, giving his arm a squeeze. “i -- i was going to ask if you wanted to go shopping with me.” nemuri pauses, and then she exhales a soft sigh, looking up at him. “you don’t HAVE to be okay, toshinori... you’ve gone through a lot. i can only imagine the stress on your shoulders.”
erazawa:
“––––ah,” is his immediate response. Perhaps this had been a mistake of being too bold ––– not that it was exactly unlike him to be a little too blunt with things ––– but regardless, it seems like this was one of those times. He looks a little clueless on how to approach the situation; unsure how to remedy the problem he’d created.
“–––i didn’t hit my head,” he’s honest, at least, “––why?”
“––did i say something wrong?”
oh. oh. nemuri is suddenly SOFT -- he wants to date her. he really wants to date her. after all these years of friendship. . . she must have missed when it became something MORE. still, her heart suddenly is a-flutter. a blush forms on her cheeks, and she pokes her two index fingers together. “no, no -- of course not.” she says, waving her hands. “i just -- i didn’t realize you thought of me that way, sho.” and then a BIG smile forms on her face -- her eyes closing from how happy she is. “i’d love to go out on a date with you.”
erazawa:
AND PANIC IMMEDIATELY registers to his features –––– Ah. He figured this might have been a problem. However, he hadn’t thought of a backup plan; a means to ask her for just a night alone between the two of them without asking for just that. No excuses to be alone, no reasons that weren’t painfully truthful… Well, here it goes.
“––––that won’t be necessary,” he answers perhaps a little too quickly, “––i don’t care where we go, but i want something for just the two of us, tonight.”
“–––a date, nemuri.”
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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“a ... date?” now, now, she turns to face him. because. he said date. the two of us, he’d said. date. date. date date date date DATE DATE DATE DATE --- she’s frozen in place. nemuri blinks. “date?” aizawa shōta is asking her out on a date? date. a DATE !!!! when, what -- when did their relationship change? how long has it been since shōta saw them as friends? has he desired her for long? why didn’t she catch onto this? A DATE!!!
“A DATE? with -- with me? d-did you hit your head, sho?”
erazawa:
AND THE REPETITION OF HER QUESTION makes the nerves settle in deeper. Regarding anything else, he was able to keep his calm ––– able to be cool, be collected, and do what needed to be done. However, when it came to more intimate processes, naturally, his thoughts lack fluidity; everything malfunctions.
“…no occasion,” he responds, “––i just think,” another pause, “–it would be,” ANOTHER pause, “––it would be nice.”
Lips press to a thin line, before he gives a huff.
“–––i just think it would be nice, to do something tonight.”
“....................... okay.” he’s being SO weird! nemuri doesn’t know why he’s talking like that, but... oh well! “i just bought this dress that will be super cute! oh, it’s been a while since i’ve gone somewhere nice.” she loves getting all dressed up. so, she’s thankful for the excuse. things have just been so hectic lately. . . it’ll be nice to have some fun.
“where were you thinking? it’ll be nice to go out. we haven’t done that in a while. should we invite hizashi and toshi? ohh! ishiyama would love to come!” see. this is what happens when you’re not direct, aizawa.
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“ KNOCK KNOCK !! ”
sometimes, sometimes, nemuri doesn’t really know personal space. she’s planning to go shopping on her day off, and well -- she hasn’t seen ALL MIGHT much. the man deserves a nice day out! with boba and dango and taiyaki! so, nemuri sets it upon herself to drag---- ask him if he’d like to go galavanting with her.
what she doesn’t expect is the very GRIM sight before her upon opening his door. yagi toshinori stands with his back facing her, holding up his costume. she freezes in place, gripping the doorknob tightly. shit. oh, shit.
“ -- -- -- are you all right, toshinori?” | @crueltells
erazawa:
AND IT WAS HARD FOR HIM to keep focus –––– especially when he felt the comforting brush of nails on his facial hair. However, before he gives himself a chance to enjoy the sensation – with a blink of his eyes and an (awkward) clear of his throat, he elaborates.
“–––i mean,” he begins – this was harder than he anticipated, “––having dinner together. somewhere nice.”
A pause.
“––we don’t have to.”
“ -- -- somewhere nice?” she halts her scratching. she’s quite confused now. no, she didn’t miss his birthday. . . “you want to go somewhere nice?” the you don’t have to makes her frown. “of course i’ll go somewhere nice with you, sho! what’s the occasion?”
she’s.................. clueless, the poor girl.
@erazawa dreamt: and gently, he presses his shoulder against hers. turning his head, he leans in. “--hey,” he says, “--we should," a pause, "--eat together, later.”
nemuri lets out a low hum at his weight against her shoulder. she leans into him happily -- she loves the affection, the attention. “hey, yourself,” she greets with a soft little purr. his question makes her blink. what a strange question. it doesn’t dawn on her that he’s asking her on a date. because -- well, that’s not something shōta does! and while nemuri loves him, she would never ruin their friendship like that. . . “we eat together often, sho.” she mumbles, reacting to give his beard some scratches. he really is a cat.
galactiicsouls:
“Well don’t just sit there and say that! Have some!”
He’s ready to dish out a whole plate for her filled and stacked with takoyaki.
“thanks, gum! these are so YUMMY !! ” she’s cute.
erazawa:
AND EYES FINALLY CLOSE –––– forgetting about the constant need to be alert; ready for an attack at any given moment. No, he allows himself to let his defences down, at least for now – in Nemuri’s arms, he was safe. That’s how it’s always been, between the two of them.
He gives another sigh.
“…you don’t need to worry,” a mumble, with a tone similar to how a cat would purr, “––i can take care… of myself.”
It’s clear he’s beginning to doze off.
nemuri can feel him relaxing against her, muscles not as tense as they usually are. she feels soft -- it’s hard to describe the joy that he feels SAFE with her. “mhmm. i know you can, sho,” she murmurs. “but let me take care of you right now.” she smiles dreamily, and then she’s shifting with him, maneuvering him to the couch in the living room.
no doubt he’d hate any of the students seeing him like this. ah well. next time, she’ll hug him in his room. “rest now, sho-kun.” nemuri’s eyelids are also getting heavy. . .
she…………,,,,,,,