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âIf I hear one more Mariah Carey song I will riotâ
Festive Prompt List / accepting / @cursedshoulderstab
    âYâknowâŚitâs not the quality of the song, but the quantity. Donât think Iâve heard anythinâ else walking around the city âcept this song. BUT ââ YER IN LUCK!â He flashes the UA student a wide grin as one of his hands shoves down into the pocket of his pants. There is the clink of coins falling on top of one another and then he removes a pair of headphones. âI usually forget these at home, but Iâve been tryna add a little more variety! Thereâs just so much holiday music out there waitinâ to be listened to! Kinda weird that some of the older classics arenât played as much, but maybe youâll like somethinâ like this!âÂ
   Inasa offers up the headphones, plugging one end into his phone. He made a playlist just for the holiday, and not just any playlist. If someone could pick the most obscure cover of a song, Inasa most likely had it. Yet there was a single song in mind that he enjoyed the most. Once he found it after searching for a moment, he pressed play and glanced over at Shinsou with anticipation.Â
    âTHIS SONG IS THE BEST ONE FOR THE HOLIDAYS, RIGHT?â
âwhat are you doing to that poor wrapping paper?â
Festive Prompt List / accepting / @redrioted
   Buying over twenty different rolls of holiday wrapping paper seemed like a good idea at the time. He could handle carrying them over to UAâs dorms with no problem as the roll of sheets had been confined by plastic wrap. Unraveling them, however, somehow caused a cascade of paper to overlap each other on the ground beneath and around him. He lost track of pieces already cut to fit the surface area of several gifts, rummaging around and ripping more paper in the process. Tape stuck to his hands and face as he continued to grab new pieces of the adhesive, only to realize that he had unintentionally abandoned his plan of using the strips (pre-cut for convenience) on his fingers. Gift wrapping became a process of mending holes made in already wrapped packages, cutting off shredded portions caused by his abrupt movements, and trying to free himself from piles of wrapping paper that had started to accumulate onto him, either piled on or glued there by free strips of tape.
   Inasa thought he would be safe from the embarrassment. After all, he had only been let in to UA dorms under the impression that he could wrap gifts quickly while everyone was in their rooms; it should have been enough time to clean up (with his quirk, everything was a clean up job), place the gifts underneath their tree, and go without being seen or heard. Yet he missed the sound of footsteps toward the living room and only noticed someone else was in the room once they spoke up. He fumbled with a few of the rolls in his hands, jostled back to reality. He barely realized he had been wrapping gifts for over an hour (maybe two?). He took one look down at himself, and then back at the redhead. Poor wrapping paper, indeed. Â
    âDo ya think I look ready enough to be placed underneath the tree or am I missinâ somethinâ? I wasnât planninâ on wrappinâ myself, but I think Iâve done one fine job so far, right!?â
âSecret Santa is bullshitâ
Festive Prompt List / accepting / @katsukashinu
   It was his idea! Secret Santa was organized to be a bonding experience, a way to get closer to his peers undergoing the rigorous training of the remedial courses. The small, white slips of paper had been passed around in a bucket; hands either delicately plucked the ones at the top or rummaged around the pile with expressions so focused that if they wished long and hard enough, they would get the exact person they were thinking of. Inasa was the last to go after Shouto and Bakugou. Unfurling the folded slip, the name revealed to him was in the BOLD, yet tiny, handwriting that he had spent time perfecting the night before.Â
         KATSUKI BAKUGOU.
   Inasa held an impenetrable poker face, folding up the slip of paper and tucking it within the pocket of his pants. He had high hopes of receiving Shoutoâs, yet disappointment had not registered; instead, an array of opportunities to learn about the other student remained ahead, as well as all the possible gifts he could consider getting. The point of gift-giving was less about an obligation to fulfill the role as âSanta,â but the final gift was supposed to be a decision made by the heart and intense consideration. It was only then that he had turned his attention to the explosive boyâs remark.Â
    âHM? Am I hearinâ a negative nancy? YâknowâŚeither yer not good at givinâ gifts OR maybe yer not used to gettinâ any? Thisâll be a great experience for ya! WAIT ââ I GOT IT! YER JUST THINKINâ ABOUT THIS ALL WRONG!â A single fist thrusts forward in the space between them, a fierce grin on his lips. âYer all about winning or being the best, yeah? So take that attitude and try to give whoeverâs on that slip the best presentâŚER, for them I mean! Sâno point tryna get them a gift you would like âcause yer not thinkinâ of the other person! CâMON! ITâLL BE FUN! IâLL EVEN HELP YA OUT!â
Festive Prompt List
âIs that mistletoe?â
âAre you- are you pulling down mistletoe?â
âI donât care about tradition, you try and get me to kiss you under the mistletoe and I will punch youâ
âIf I hear one more Mariah Carey song I will riotâ
âRemind me why I canât kill the carolers?â
âHum one more note of that carol and I will stab youâ
âMy house, my rules. The Christmas music stays onâÂ
âIf you throw that snowball youâre declaring warâ
âYouâre kidding, right? Iâm not going out in that snow storm!â
âI donât care what you say, The Nightmare Before Christmas works for Christmas and Halloweenâ
âI canât believe you did all this, for meâ
âYou donât have to go to all this trouble, you knowâ
âYou didnât really think Iâd let you spend Christmas alone, did you?â
âYouâd make a really terrible Santaâ
âItâs a time of good will, not whatever the hell youâre doingâ
âArenât you just Santaâs Little Helper?â
âYou call this decorated?â
âHow on earth did you get tinsel there?â
âWow, you really go overboard with decorations, donât you?â
âIt looks like Santa threw up hereâ
âWhat are you doing to that poor wrapping paper?â
âExactly how much more hinting do I have to do?âÂ
 âHave I told you how much I hate Christmas shopping?â
âSecret Santa is bullshitâ
âTell me what you want for Christmasâ
âWhy are you so impossible to shop for?â
âCanât I just give you $20 and you can buy something for yourself?â
âPlease tell me you arenât searching my room for where Iâve hidden the presentsâ
âI thought we werenât doing gifts!â
âI got you a Christmas sweater!â
âHow many Christmas sweaters do you own?â
âYouâre wearing the Santa hat, whether you like it or notâ
âOne normal Christmas, thatâs all I wantedâ
âIâm sure what ever threat is out there can wait until after Christmas dinnerâ
âYou invited how many people over for Christmas dinner??â
âYou really canât cook, can you?â
âWho the hell turned off the oven?!âÂ
âThis calls for eggnogâÂ
âI canât believe no one has spiked the eggnog yetâ
âJust how much eggnog have you had?â
âIâm starting to regret having taught you about gluhweinâ
âOi! Thatâs my hot chocolateâ
âSpam is not a suitable replacement for turkeyâ
âNo offence meant, but I do not trust you to carve the turkeyâ
âI donât care about anything else, the pudding is all that mattersâ
âHey, binge eating at Christmas is totally justified!â
âYou made gingerbread zombies?â
âStep away from the cookies.â
âWho ate all the advent calendar chocolates?!â
âNormally Iâd say no, but Iâm on my 14th candy cane, so why not?âÂ
@heromight: just in time 4 the new chapter
Iâm running purely on manga caps and spoilers since Iâm a bit behind, but Iâm for BONDING and LOVE and FRIENDSHIP...
redrioted: NICOLE!!!!!!!!!!!
ĂvĂ LEO!!!!!
katsukashinu: oh fuck
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herohalf: NICOLE
[/kicks down your door] IâVE MISSED YOU HIÂ
[/SLAMS IN HERE] HEWWO! IâM BACK
    am I  STUPID  or just Â Ę Ę á´ á´ á´ ?                               âââ  WELL ,  theyâre basically the same
đ - ( This seems silly, but -- )
BOOP HIS NOSE (GOOD) / accepting / @thehandcrusher
   A normal day. A day spent in between the pages of textbooks, some casual chit-chat, and finally some downtime on the couches of the UA dormitory. The first few remedial classes had felt like the rigorous training of their academies, but pile that onto their normal workload and training, and the typically energetic boy found himself running out of fuel. Perhaps it was the irregular sleep schedule he acquired when the structure of his academic life, but he was relieved when they were finally able to relax. He had become more accepting of the otherâs company; in fact, he requested it more often than not (regardless if said interactions were filled with awkward or not so awkward silences).Â
   When he fell upon the soft cushions of the dormitory couches, his body seemed to thank him. In the midst of a few episodes of a random comedy show they found on the television, Inasa had fallen asleep. The unexpected pressure on his nose slowly jostled him awake, his nose first wrinkling, legs stretching out, and eyes fluttering open. As his vision cleared to adjust to the brightness of the ( now muted ) television screen, his gaze first fell on the otherâs face waiting to wake up. Inasa stifled a yawn with the palm of his hand, trying to shake off the grogginess from his nap. Just how long had he been asleep?Â
    âMâsorry. Thatâs rude of me,â he said, his voice hoarse from its lack of use. He rubbed his nose, the feel of the poke that woke up up still lingering. For some reason, he felt like he owed him an explanation. âI donât want ya thinkinâ I was bored; I was havinâ a good time. Mâjust tired â- waitâŚwhat time is it? Did ya actually let me sleep?âÂ
   A boop on the nose? A muted television? The signs were minimal, yet telling. Time was well spent if it meant that there could be some understanding between the two without the exchanging of words. Inasa had the tendency to overwhelm those around him, something that he was constantly scolded for due to his lack of self-awareness. He wondered if he had forced himself onto the other, either because he wanted to learn more about the enigma that was Todoroki Shouto or because he wanted to compensate for their feud during the provisional license exams. Maybe it was a combination of both, but there was one thing that undeniable at this point: he wanted to be ( at least ) friends.Â
    âYerâŚreally somethinâ else. I donât know what yet, butâŚI dunno. Itâs not bad!â
đ !!
BOOP HIS NOSE / accepting / @redrioted
   Having friends from another school could be a bit difficult sometimes. There tended to be scheduling conflicts, a difference in workload, and with everyone training to be the best heroes they could possibly be, that meant little gaps of leisure time in the midst of training. He had failed to pop by UA on the redheadâs birthday, but he was insistent to make it up to him by making Kirishima one of the grandest cakes he could make ( with adequate baking skills ). He had busied himself in the studentsâ kitchen, splaying out all the ingredients and equipment across whatever surface he could. Though it was a belated birthday gift for one, he planned to feed the mouths of the rest of the students; it was only fair that everyone could partake in the late celebration!
   A soft pap on the nose was followed by a glob of red in the very center of his vision when he glanced down. The frosting that was meant for the cake had found its way to his nose, and there was only one person in the room, a solo finger stained with the red dye, to blame. There was laughter upon realization, and he quickly swiped the frosting off his nose with his thumb and placed it into his own mouth. It was sweet, but not overwhelmingly so, prompting a satisfied expression to fall across his face.Â
   âMMM, ITâS GOOD I TELL YA! BUT,â he grabs at the offset spatula smothered in the red frosting and points it in the otherâs direction, âWILL THERE BE ENOUGH FOR THE CAKE ONCE WEâRE DONE?âÂ
   Kirishima, prepare for battle.
Boop my museâs nose! Send đ!
Don't you have to always worry about your hat being blown away?
    âHA! NO WAY! Whatâs the point in me wearinâ a hat if Iâve gotta worry about it all the time!? It fits my hero aesthetic perfectly, but itâs gotta be convenient or else thereâd be no point in having it! See,â he says, gesturing toward the circumference of the hat. He probes it with a single finger, demonstrating that there was very little room to remove it that way. âITâS PERFECT! This hatâs got a nice grip and itâs really comfortable, so itâs a bit difficult to have it get swept up when Iâm using my quirk. Iâve got safety measures though like these goggles ââ they kinda help weigh it down so my cap doesnât just fly off my head. Thisâll sound strange, but think of it like a belt for my hat, yeah?âÂ
   He was proud of his hero costume more than anything, but if there was any consistency between his regular attire and his costume, it would be the Shiketsu cap that he proudly sat upon his head. He had argued to keep it on, regardless if it made more sense to rid himself of a cap with a wind quirk like his. Hero costumes were supposed to fit the style of an individualâs quirk, and he was insistent to make the hat ( or any hat he chose to decorate his costume with ) work, so the otherâs question had not been much of a surprise when he had been bombarded with that same question over and over again once he revealed his heroic attire.Â
    âTHOUGHâŚI canât keep the Shiketsu logo after I graduate, right? Whatâd you think would look better ââ some sorta tornado symbol orâŚHURRICANE!? THATâD BE FITTINâ I THINK!â
vinehair:
âFor us they are, just dressing up as something we arenât. Even if I accepted your assistance, my Halloweens are spent inside where nobody would even see it. This holiday just does me more harm than good, things that would result in a stomachache for you could hospitalize me, or even be a death sentence. Overall, itâs pointless.â
    âI dunno about you, but when I wear my hero costume, I am even more myself than I was before. Though no one should feel shame should they not be able to partake in the dressing up and sugary snacks of Halloween! Mâapologies if my own excitement placed a weight on your shoulders, but if you will allow me, I would still like to help! Maybe put together an assortment of movies to marathon and have your own festivities set up in between? Pumpkin carving is time-consuming, but very fun! As well as decoratinâ the indoors with Halloween assortments! There is food coloring to change dishes you can eat into WILD colors too, and thereâs always cookie cutters available to shape them into ghosts or pumpkins. Truly, the options are LIMITLESS! Ya just gotta get creative!â
vindiictum:
     Breath escaping her in a quiet, long-suffering sigh, she gestured towards a display conveniently placed in front of the door. A sign proclaimed â New Arrival ! â, gaudy arrow indicating a novel with a well-known name embossed on the front. The boyâs enthusiasm, as refreshing as it may be, was not contagious.
     â we recently began carrying a serialization of stephen kingâs works.       heâs an american author known for horror; i believe this is a sequel. â
   His gaze follows her gesture, gliding along the direction of the arrow and finally landing upon the book mentioned. He moves toward it, examining the cover without putting his fingers on the merchandise â at least not without permission. It seemed like something that suited Seijiâs taste as he considered the upperclassman to be a fan of horror, but perhaps it lacked the refined sentiment that he knew the other desired.Â
    âI dunno â-- maybe one of my friendsâll like this, but even if the arrows SCREAMINâ at me, the book isnât, yâknow? New arrivals are neat ând all, but what else do people usually get here?âÂ
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