人形遣い

Priv. Ind. Shinsō Hitoshi from bnha. written by jez. (formerly thelxinoem)

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I love him sm, it's about time I drew him properly.

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* sleep starters

‘ did you get any sleep last night? ’

‘ you need rest. ’

‘ you talk in your sleep. ’

‘ it’s four in the morning. why are you still up? ’

‘ i’ll be right here when you wake up. ’

‘ every time i close my eyes, i see it. over and over again. ’

‘ wake up! it’s only a dream! ’ 

‘ i have tea. will that help you sleep? ’ 

‘ i’m so tired… but i have to stay awake. ’

‘ it was just a dream? ’

‘ you need a nap. ’

‘ time for bed. no ifs, ands, or buts. ’

‘ it was just a dream. ’

‘ don’t worry. i’ll keep the monsters away tonight. ’

‘ if you don’t get some sleep soon, you’ll make yourself sick. ’

‘ you haven’t slept in days. do you want to talk about it? ’

‘ i had a bad dream. is it okay if i sleep in here? ’

‘ i’ll go to bed when i’m ready, so fuck off. ’

‘ i’m. not. sleepy. ’

‘ you’ll feel better after a good night’s sleep. ’

‘ could you stay with me – just until i fall asleep? ’

‘ there’s no one else here. it was all a bad dream. ’

‘ you’re spilling milk all over the table. ’ 

‘ c’mon, lazybones. you’ve slept enough. ’

[headtrick]

floralmancy‌:

@headtrick ; ♥

                  “ – so you want to transfer to the hero course?”

                                it’s disappointing, but not surprising.  heroic aspirations are what bring most people to UA, after all.  even so, he’d been proud to see someone from his own department get so far in the sports festival; he had, in fact, considered it something of a win for ‘regular people.’                                                                 apparently REGULAR was not a very alluring sentiment.

               “ Yeah. “

No point in beating around the bush. Shinsou’s wanted this since the start. Still, the barest seeds of camaraderie weigh in his chest like too much bread eaten too early in the day, and he flashes the barest frown.  

               “ It’s not like it’d be a different planet or anything. So like…”

He pauses not for effect but because the realization hits that it’s kinda a bummer. 

               “ I won’t lose touch I guess .”

[headtrick]

doltage‌:

          shinsou is a creature of immeasurable enigmatic expanse,  a vulture,  a vertically - gifted human pompom with the amicable approach of a cold toilet seat and a second chin as soft as the marble from which michelangelo birthed the barren thighs of david himself.

and oh,  how denki finds himself just a little more attracted to men because of it. 

           ❛  um.  ❜     THINK OF SOMETHING,  DENKI.  anything,    literally anything else that doesn’t allude to the fact that you’re currently mowing down on the shoddily - baked head of your seven - month - old bread baby,  anything at all,  oh god,  why is this so hard,  like,  physically,  why is this bread so hard,  and why is every word you’ve ever learned suddenly flooding the emergency exit door in a group effort to ensure you never land a date ever,  oh my god,  how long have you not been talking,  you gotta say something,  say ANY SINGLE THING that comes to mind right now,  this situation cannot get ANY worse,  all you gotta do is say something,  it doesn’t even have to be a real word,  just a SOUND,  WE WILL LITERALLY TAKE ANY VAGUE RESEMBLANCE TO HUMAN SPEECH RIGHT NOW, YOU’RE KILLING ME MAN,  OH MY GOD,  YOU’RE KILLING ME DEAD.

           ❛  …  safety  …  corn.  ❜     you will die alone and it’s all your fault.

Kaminari says nothing for a long while. That’s just fine, and Shinsou stares at him, unblinking, the whole while.  He recognizes Denki, the now stale, slightly moldy, bread infant. He recognizes that his head is missing a chunk.  He doesn’t flinch until the answer comes.

“ Safety…corn…, huh.”           He rests his chin in his hand, and nods in understanding. He does understand.  His turn to stay quiet, except he isn’t looking for anything to say, he’s just looking, at Denki, and at small Denki. He’s so hungry.  He takes a step closer, bumping against their once-child.  “ I guess we’ll take the ‘D’ on this one, huh  ?”

No sooner is the question out of his mouth that he accepts his own mediocrity, weakness, rips small-denki’s arm off and tears a massive bite, raining crumbs down over the deteriorating head of their once-child and on both of their uniforms. He reaches again for a leg.  “ You didn’t ask me to rename him .”  

[headtrick]

negatiiv‌:

❛❛ huh   ? ❜❜       emi   looks   to   the   chocolates   ,   brow   raising   in   question   .   oh           right   ,   valentine’s   day   .   and   wow   ,   she   really   hadn’t   expected   him   of   all   people   to   approach   her   with   this   kind   of   thing   .   it   didn’t   seem   his   style   .   granted   ,   they’d   only   talked   in   passing   ,   interesting   conversations   in   fleeting   moments   .   caught   off   guard   ,   she   reaches   for   the   chocolates   ,   blinking   in   quick   succession   while   her   own   cheeks   heat   up   .

❛❛ thank     …     you   …   chocolate   is   chocolate   .   besides   the   egg   shapes   are   cuter   than   hearts   anyway   . ❜❜       emi   leans   in   a   bit   ,   looking   underneath   bangs   and   forcing   him   to   meet   her   gaze   .   he   doesn’t   need   to   keep   his   head   down   .   true   ,   she’s   got   quite   the   reputation   for   being   a   rather   unforgiving   beauty   but   that’s   all   rumor   and   shit   talk           mostly   ,   anyway   .       ❛❛ didn’t   know   you   were   into   me   like   that   .   wanna   grab   a   bite   then   ?   who   knows   ,   even   though   it’s   valentine’s   ,   they   may   have   some   easter   themed   things           if   that’s   what   you’re   into   . ❜❜

So she doesn’t toss them in his face.  That’s a plus for anyone who’s counting.  She pulls the same move he uses; angles her face so he can’t avoid her eyes.  Granted, hers are probably a whole lot less off-putting than hi—never mind.  Still, despite the still-humiliated color in his face, he physically cannot turn down the challenge.  Direct eye contact is met with direct eye contact as Maeda-kun once again surprises him.  

He twists his lips in an obvious scowl—ugly—not for lack of will but for lack of preparation.  Still he won’t back down, can’t back down.  “ Yeah, sure .”  For the amount of tension in his voice, his words sure are nonchalant.  It’s the least he can do, and probably the most too. He immediately balks, however, when he thinks of the valentine’s day crowds.  

               “ I don’t want to go somewhere too busy, though . . . although I guess everywhere is today.  Guess I can’t convince you into takeout, can I? ”  

[headtrick]

inventeque‌:

@headtrick ; ♥

                  “ ASK ME SOMETHING! ”

                               she doesn’t get many opportunities to talk with students from general studies; they don’t often come by the workshop, and she is rarely ever anywhere else.  this is a special case.  she’s been curious ever since the sports festival – what does it feel like to be brainwashed?

               “ Huh? “

2 and 2 are not put together—no puzzle pieces connect—no revelation dawns on Shinsou at the strange request from a stranger girl.  A question, huh?  Nothing ulterior here.  

               “ Uhm—okay let’s see… “

It’s REALLY not clicking.  And coming up with icebreakers is neither a skill nor an interest of his. Still… “ Why did you throw your last match ?”

[headtrick]

doltage‌:

excuse you,  kaminari denki is a man of substance.    specifically yeast - riddled substance,  that of which nestles into the crook of its father’s arm with an all - too - unsettling likeness to a real baby,  if only because the dough is getting mushy between the constant exchange   —-   BUT A MAN OF SUBSTANCE NEVERTHELESS, and perhaps one who could stand to be a little more cognitively aware of when he’s being dicked with.

        ❛     me,  huh?     ❜        his free hand flips a thumbs - up to mirror the one aimed back at him,  absolutely tickled pink in the misconstruction that shinsou is indulging in his signature gesture.    

the road to any relationship involving denki is bound to be paved with moments like these.  

        even so,  he bravely soldiers on  :        ❛     sounds good to me,  dude!    OH,  wait,  i mean,  like   —-   y’know,  me me,  not me.    just me.     ❜        bad idea number one. 

       ❛     …    actually,  no,  redact that.    i’d say we’re both in congruence with that motion.    how’s this   :   all me’s currently present are hereby totally and absolutely down for an impromptu b - day bash at the park,  no objections,  no naysay,  no added preservatives.    the only damper on that sitch is that it’s pretty frigid out,  don’tcha think?    and if we’re cold,   he’s cold   …     ❜

bad idea number two is not only completely self - indulgent,  but it’s just weird enough to really showcase the exact kind of person denki is when you’ve gotten to know him for longer than three minutes    —-     someone who takes his goofing around very seriously.        ❛     so we should dress him up,  right?    so he doesn’t get a chill,   right?    ❜

Shinsou is instantly overwhelmed—puzzled enough that his brow wrinkles like a melting dough-baby.  He stares—dumbfounded and vacant throughout Kaminari’s entire monologue and blinks slowly:  ‘ me me ‘ blink ‘congruence’ blink ‘naysay’ ‘sitch’ blink blink blink.  It’s at least two full seconds of silence before Shinsou realizes that it’s his turn.  He blinks once more, frowns.  

                          “ yeah. ”

Whatever he said yes to, Kaminari fortunately fills in. He has a point, they’d probably fail the project if they brought a naked infant out into the cold.  Shit. 

                          “ right. ”

And so Shinsou does what’s only natural.  He disrobes.  Or rather, he de-ties and tenderly wraps his around baby’s neck.   He pats its head and smiles fondly, father-like.  It looks horrible--it dawns on him.  Once he realizes he’s scowling, he shakes he head, purses his lips, and pats Kaminari on the head as well before immediately regretting it.

Instinctively, Shinsou scratches the back of his neck.  “ Enough standing around.  This family isn’t going to build itself .”  

[headtrick]

I’m feeling it again.  Going to go through drafts in the next few days.  But hey.  I’m not dead.  

[headtrick]

@explodetonate

Shinsou uses his last ounce of energy, his last scintilla of ability, to jab Bakugo under his ribs. 

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soft caring sentence compilation

❛❛ I took your hoodie and I’m not giving it back. ❜❜ 

❛❛ Please just… just hold me. ❜❜ 

❛❛ C’mere. Lean on me. ❜❜

❛❛ You look like you need a hug. Come here. ❜❜ 

❛❛ I’m never leaving this blanket nest ever again. ❜❜

❛❛ I know you don’t like hugs, but… I could really use one right now… ❜❜

❛❛ Just stay a little longer. Please. ❜❜

❛❛ It’s so cold outside, but you’re so warm… ❜❜

❛❛ I’m sorry. I should have asked first, just… it reminded me of you. ❜❜

❛❛ Let me hold you for a while. ❜❜

❛❛ It’s okay. I’ve got you. ❜❜

❛❛ Everything hurts. Being with you is the only good thing in the world anymore. ❜❜

❛❛ Hey, hey, don’t cry. It’s okay. C’mon, come sit under the blanket with me. ❜❜

❛❛ All I want to do is sit and eat cookies and watch cheesy romcoms right now. But I’d love some company. ❜❜

❛❛ I brought blankets, takeout, and your favourite movie. I know it won’t fix everything, but it might help. ❜❜

❛❛ Please stay with me tonight. I don’t want to be alone. ❜❜

❛❛ I made some tea. Now, do you need to talk? Or should I just put on some music? ❜❜

❛❛ I’m not going to leave. I’ll stay as long as you need me to. ❜❜

❛❛ Your hair’s soft… I just want to pet it until I forget everything but how soft it is… ❜❜

❛❛ Shh, shh. It’s okay. You’re alright. You’re safe now. ❜❜

❛❛ I know you’re hurting right now, and I’m so sorry. Tell me what will help and I’ll do it. ❜❜

❛❛ I just want to see you smile again. ❜❜

❛❛ This is stupid but… could you sing to me? You have such a nice voice, and I think it might help calm me down… you don’t have to, but… ❜❜

❛❛ Lay your head in my lap and try to get some rest. ❜❜

❛❛ wait , did you just say you love me? ❜❜

❛❛ i’m so happy! ❜❜

❛❛ is this a gift for me? ❜❜

❛❛ hey! i’ve got something for you! wait right here! ❜❜

❛❛ i love you. ❜❜

❛❛ wow … your smile is breathtaking. ❜❜

❛❛ let me take you out on a date. ❜❜

❛❛ so what will it be tonight? ❜❜

❛❛ you know , you’re really cute. ❜❜

❛❛ shh … don’t cry. ❜❜

❛❛ so … do i get a goodnight kiss? ❜❜ 

❝  i’m here for you.  ❞

❝  let me help with that.  ❞

❝  i’m here.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna hurt you.  ❞

❝  if they do it again, you tell me.  ❞

❝  i’ll protect you. ❞

❝  i’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.  ❞

❝  let me take a look…  ❞

❝  i’m a phone call away.  ❞

❝  you should have called me.  ❞

❝  here, sleep.  ❞

❝  if you wanna talk, i’m here.  ❞

❝  hey, shh, it’s okay.  ❞

❝  i’ll never let you go.  ❞

❝  you’re with me now.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna take you from my side.  ❞

❝  i’ll do what i have to.  ❞

❝  i need you to stay here, okay? i got this.  ❞

❝  it’s safe here.  ❞

❝  i’m fine, let me see your face.  ❞

❝  we’re gonna have to keep ice on that.  ❞

❝  i like seeing you smile.  ❞

❝  you’re so beautiful.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ❞

❝  i miss/missed you.  ❞

❝  let me do this for you.  ❞

❝  i’m on your side  ❞

❝  i’ve got your back, okay?  ❞ 

[headtrick]

oneshockyboi‌:

he’s a little taken back by shinsou’s frustrated reaction to his hesitation. he doesn’t know why he’s been so in his head lately; it wasn’t him. but he can’t blame shinsou either; he’s not sure how he’d react if one of his friends acted so out of character out of nowhere.  ❛ i just thought maybe… ❜

he can’t help the way his heart flutters when shinsou says it’s his seat. they’ve gotten into a sort of routine together, and he’s thankful the other boy didn’t just shoo him away or let him go.   and it feels like his chest might explode when shinsou gives him a little smile. he’s already starting to feel better, at least less like shinsou might secretly hate him. he sinks into his seat after a moment.  ❛ you really like it ? i thought maybe i was annoying you. ❜

If Shinsou is UNCOMFORTABLE, (he is), it shows. He sits up straight, no slouch in sight, and presses his lips together as if they’re hiding the words somewhere.

Kaminari sits down and Shinsou tries his best to resume business as fucking usual, but it’s not right. It feels wrong. He knows from enough TV and common decency that this is the part where he comforts his friend. The words won’t come. So Shinsou uses his own instead.

              “You are.”

Oops. He’s too stubborn to apologize for being blunt or even to display an ounce of shame. He stares Kaminari right in the eyes and tells him he’s annoying.

              “You are annoying me.”

But a 4-word story leaves a lot unsaid, so Shinsou is sure to say that too as he unapologetically steals not one but two bites of Kaminari’s lunch.

               “You talk a lot. You ask a lot of questions. You tell a lot of stories. It should annoy me.”

His turn. An eye for an eye applies to lunch as well as Shinsou pushes what’s left over for the nibbling. He leaves the stressed ‘should’ unaddressed where they can both ignore it. 

               “But I like eating with you. Whatever that’s worth.”

[headtrick]

exposensei‌:

open ???

     it’s bad enough that she’s become a STOW AWAY – a title most unfitting of a princess, and believe you me, aizawa has vehemently scolded her already of this matter – and yet, still, she demands more; prowling across his desk, tail swishing, eyes flashing with purpose, and a deep, unsettling mewl brewing in her chest. hime has destroyed his array of paperwork, laid across his keyboard on multiple occasions already ( she’d sent in a half finished report to the principal, and aizawa is certain this was intentional ) and he knows what she wants, but… here? that ridiculous song. it’s the only thing that works.

    her paw wraps around his coffee mug and hime inches it closer to the edge, and aizawa knows: the battle is won, and the princess, as always, has reigned victorious. a gentle hand reaches out to stop her, and shouta begins a slow, calming motion through her fur before letting out the most defeated of sighs. he begins to sing – when she gets like this, there’s only one way… ❝ …hime, hime, suki suki, daisuki… ❞

     little to his knowledge, the door to his office is wide open.

It’s true that he’s early. It’s true that timeliness is a quality of a professional—of a hero. But Shinsou is neither, yet. And that’s why he’s here. And EARLY.

Aizawa-sensei’s office door is OPEN. So Shinsou doesn’t knock, a quality, he will later learn, which is as necessary as timeliness. He pushes it open further. Quietly. And Shinsou peaks inside nose-first.

               “Sen—"

The song is foreign, but sweet. The sight is familiar – man and beast, man’s best friend, the purest form of love to touch this earth gracing his poor, unworthy eyeballs. It’s overwhelming. And the only indicator of emotion on Shinsou’s terse face is a tear in the corner of his left eye and his lips forming the smallest “o” imaginable. The rush gives him away and his heart stops. His incomplete greeting escapes him like a whisper on a dead man’s lips; trails off like a forgotten wind.

               “ — Seiiiii...”  

And like a child on Christmas morning; like sweet Cindy Lou Who witnessing the Grinch whose life she would change perpetrate his crimes, so does Shinsou GASP at his instructor and his magnificent charge. 

[explodie]

IT FEELS LIKE A COMING OF AGE.  ♫.

     explodetonate  /  independent katsuki bakugou  / written by jay  /  promo by doltage

[headtrick]

" i'm sorry, shinsou-san. i'm afraid i just don't like you like that. "

“ W? ” 

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