and he is not really someone that you would want to partner with, for all his skill. he’s grumpy, and uncooperative, and sullen. he’s intimidating. shouto knows the whispers that curl behind his back, he knows what people say about him. he has a reputation for something or other, for being handsome, for being standoffish, for being rich, for being talented. he’s not any of those things.
a turn of the head, and he blinks, long and feline, somewhat confused. there is a flutter of eyelashes, and he presses his lips together. partners are inevitable, but he’d like someone from his class. maybe yaoyorozu, she’s capable. he’s not good with strangers.
still, he has no reason to be panicked, and no reason to fear this somewhat harmless one.
“sure.” it’s not much, but what else is there to say?
there’s something there, something under the surface, setting off shouto’s animal instincts like an alarm, but it’s not loud enough for him to notice. but he’ll keep an eye on it.
the whispers gallantly flow within the circle of void, such words slowly drawing the boy further BENEATH the equilibrium of his being. they pull upon the strings as if playing with a doll & deliberate jerks forces his soul into a wretched loss of light.
he speaks of the hated ( yet trusted ) words yet they can NEVER betray him because it continues to strengthen the flames of resolve, those very flames built upon a foundation of isolation. a peaceful solution in the chaotic sensations warped in the daily lives of masks for the horrendous voices belittle the mistakes he shows, yet what is there to blame him for ? certainly not for being quirkless amongst the crowd of heroes.
he’ll rip you apart just like everyone else.
ah yes, the knives always in grasp of the powerful, the mint haired boy can only anticipate the pain of ridicule. the superior will simply sneer are the inferior they call by the name IZUKU.
but no matter, he’ll only be here for one activity—escape is still here.
‘ sorry you had to be stuck with me, you could’ve gotten someone more familiar. ’
continue the facade, don’t draw attention.
he’ll forget about you soon enough.
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