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Seiya Takehaya (竹早 静弥) - Tsurune - Episode 9

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Takehaya Seiya - EP03

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          the good thing about yuuei, that shouhei finds to his own liking, is definitely the training grounds on campus -- the many varieties within the confinements of the school gives way for everyone to train whenever they’d like before curfew. with that in mind, the boy finds himself making his way to the archery grounds, his newly upgraded arrows snug in his bag along with his bow in his hand, metal cold to touch. what he doesn’t expect is his friend running up to him from behind and then promptly jumping onto his back / like a koala. shouhei stumbles forward, arms flailing briefly before his free arm immediately reaches behind to support the boy. ‘ m - miya ! ’ he wheezes out, initial panic and surprise melting away into a quiet burst of wheezing laughter, head shaking the slightest bit. ‘ ugh, i really could’ve dropped my bow and arrows, you know. i just got them upgraded too ! ’

sc. | @lifewarper !

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          to say he didn’t know of the star of the first - years would be a blatant lie -- it is true that shouhei didn’t pay much attention to the other students that were with him but he pays great attention to class 1 - a in particular / all of the students in that classroom are extremely interesting to him. the boy finds himself bumping directly into the said star, his bow and arrow dropping, clattering to the ground. ‘ ah, ’ is the only thing he finds himself saying, bending down to pick it up only to bump heads. then he groans, irritation bubbling in the pit of his stomach, rubbing at his already mussed hair, striking blueish - violet hues flicking upwards to meet apologetic viridian ones. refrains the urge to tsk and so, he bites back the noise to sigh quietly. ‘ sorry - ’ he picks up his bow, the same hand picking up his arrow, lithe fingers gripping the metal. ‘ couldn’t see you there, midoriya - san. ’

sc. | @sxlflcss !

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        ‘ hey, yulseong - or should i say . . . future vice prez ? ’ the raven-haired male’s tone contains a hint of teasing, corners of his lips tilting upwards just the slightest before he leans against the teacher’s desk. in between classes, there’s a short break the students have / most talk amongst themselves, snack on food, but shouhei tends to typically keep to himself during these moments. however, he spots yulseong and realizes he has a question for him since he did overhear something -- on accident. ‘ why are you trying to run for vice ? ’ and he doesn’t necessarily mean to sound blunt and out-with-it, he genuinely is curious / has never seen the appeal in running for class president or vice at all ; if anything, he sees it as more and more work.

sc. | @mockerhe !

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          passing by class 1 - a on his way to the dormitories is something he’s normally used to at this point, way past the point of being bitter whenever he does pass by. his eye catches someone he’s never bothered to really pay attention to, nor has he ever seen ( not much of a surprise there - he never really focuses on others much ). however, rather than the person themselves, his violet - blue optics focus on something shiny in her hair, brought closer to her, calloused fingers outstretched to touch it / in a hazy daze, eyes nearly glassy. he snaps out of it when she turns to face him and he stills, hand dropping the moment his cheeks burn a barely visible reddish - pinkish color. ‘ . . . sorry, ’ he’s bowing, gaze averting - now, he’s much too embarrassed. ‘ there, um. there’s something in your hair. ’ 

sc. | @akcrui !

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          since his arrival in yuuei and in the third class for first-years ( general studies ), shouhei finds himself spending more and more time with two specific people / finds it easy to talk to them when he’s not really so great at talking. though, with one specific person, it’s always been hard ; their mutual . . . ‘ i-can’t-stand-this-guy ’ behavior always somehow lands them in trouble with their homeroom teacher. the taller of the two leans against his broom, picking up a piece of crumpled up paper and proceeds to use his quirk at its minimum to aim directly into the trashcan that’s in the furthest corner of the classroom. when it falls in cleanly, a smirk spreads across his visage. ‘ did you see that, chiaki ? ’ he isn’t expecting a response from the other, of course, but standing still in silence isn’t something he prefers -- especially when chiaki is doing the bare minimum.  

sc. | @dvnitie !

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          watching her techniques up close were surely something completely different from what he had heard or seen on the internet / the boy grabs onto the nearest object to keep him from falling over when she lands back down onto the ground, a noise of surprise leaving his lips. ‘ that -- was a really high jump. ’ he states with certainty in his voice ; it’s like nothing he’s ever seen before. he stares at the female hero before him, lips parted in a small ‘ o ’ shape. ‘ i don’t have to do that, right ? ’ and even if he wants to, he really can’t. his quirk is much more suited for throwing things that far up rather than jumping that far up. his leg power is nowhere near hers / he might as well just give up right now while he’s at it. 

sc. | @bunibop !

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            for him to have bumped into hawks, of all heroes, is an amazing feat for shouhei / never would he have thought, in his entire life, that he’d meet any of the pro-heroes that were so highly regarded. sure, there were his grandparents but -- he didn’t like to think of them, didn’t like to think that their presences were something to be thought of as ‘ highly regarded ’. the boy stares on ahead for a moment before he bows deeply, respectfully to the hero. ‘ h . . . hawks. ’ violet-spun eyes twinged with specks of blues widen the tiniest bit, admiration and awe visible on his features. they share the same love for speed, or so shouhei would always like to think. ‘ i - h - hello . . . ? ’ he really wants to ask : what is he even doing here ? though the words don’t seem to form at the tip of his tongue, the mere presence of someone he looks up to shaking him up.

sc. | @aviatorn ! 

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‘ i’m not your “boy” ‘

            ‘ but you are tiny. ’

@dvnitie

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ok ok ok ok so i’m gonna go practice making anime psds for a bit !! if you want a starter from your local nerd, go ‘head and hit the heart ! i’ll make a starter when i can ! <3

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ok ok ok ok so i’m gonna go practice making anime psds for a bit !! if you want a starter from your local nerd, go ‘head and hit the heart ! i’ll make a starter when i can ! <3

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MIYA :

     “    your height means nothing to me  …  except for the fact i have  easier  access to take you out by the knees.   ”

            ‘ the question is : would you actually do it, miya - chan ? you’d have to catch me first too -- ’

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              ‘ me and my tiny boys, @dvnitie and @lifewarper ! ’