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// gonna be real w yall...... forgot this existed
allmightjunior:
“You can call me by my name,” He says a little too quickly. He just wants to hear how it would sound, nothing weird about that. “And–uh, yeah, hero stuff. Like…internships, and agencies, and partnering up with people…” Partnering up with people. That was a childish way of putting it, but truthfully that was what Izuku was thinking about. Yeah, let’s pretend that’s what he was thinking about the whole time, that’s better than the excessively gay thoughts.
Shouto was amazing during our fight, but I wonder how he would measure up now that I can use Full Cowling? He’d probably still be stronger than me, but that mainly comes from experience. Fighting alongside him back in Hosu felt so natural–I felt like our quirks worked together well, what with me being able to do quick short-range attacks and his ability to do heavy long-range attacks, I bet us being together–in battle–would be great–a huge advantage–what?
…This wasn’t any less gay. Shit, was he muttering? He covers his mouth and glances at Shouto.
If Shouto were better at catching on to subtext, he might understand. He isn’t, though, and so he doesn’t. He just frowns but nods, looking very serious.
“Picking a partner is very important,” he agrees solemnly. If he realized the truth of the situation, he might get a laugh out of saying it, but he’s dead serious right now. “I’m not sure exactly who I would partner up with, to be honest. I think you’d be a good partner.”
He’s almost flattered by what he hears from Midoriya’s mumbling. It brings a tiny smile to his face. It did feel natural to fight with him, that part he definitely agrees with. They work well together in spite of the rather rocky start to their friendship.
“Would you want to, Izuku? Be my partner, I mean.”
allmightjunior:
Izuku actually has to take a moment to try and remember what he was thinking about (excessive concussions will do that to you), but when he finally recalls, his eyes go wide and he turns away just in case his face decides to betray him and go red. He’d been thinking about kissing Todoroki. Man, is he glad that no one in the Hero Academy had a mind-reading quirk… “Uuh, nothing too special. Just…um, hero stuff?” He said, y’know, like a liar.
The mixture of the long pause and the sudden turn just make Shouto even more worried than before. “Just hero stuff?” he echoes dubiously. It takes a conscious effort for him to keep his hands to himself- he wants to be close to Izuku, comfort him, casually lean against him, run a hand through his hair...
“... I’m not going to judge you, I- Midoriya.” Is he allowed to call Midoriya by his first name? He wants to, but now isn’t the right time to be pushing boundaries.
allmightjunior:
Izuku jumps at the contact, having been lost inside his head. “O-Oh!” He looks up at Shouto with an anxious smile. “I haven’t? Sorry, I was just thinking…I’m okay.” He waits a few moments before speaking again. “Are…you, Shouto? I mean, are you okay?”
Seeing the other boy jump, he quickly pulls his hand back. The last thing he wants to do is scare him away- or scare him at all. He bites his lip, not sure exactly how much he believes the insistence from Izuku that he’s fine.
“I’m okay,” he says with a careful now. “What... what were you thinking about?”
allmightjunior:
Izuku’s face progressively got redder the longer that Shouto held his hand–he didn’t think it was weird, though, he was just a little embarrassed.
“Yeah, I guess we could.” He says, joining Shouto on the rails. He watches Shouto as he looks out over the grounds, then looking out himself. He couldn’t really think of anything to say. The soft sound of the rain pitter-pattering on the roof, the green grass and grey-blue skies…it all seemed a little too romantic to ruin with words. Izuku idly thinks that if he were on a date right now, this is where he’d go and take the opportunity to kiss his date. The thought startles him, and he finds himself shaking his head to clear it.
Ever since the sports festival, Izuku had been struggling with thoughts like that. Not just about Todoroki, but about pretty much all of his male classmates. Okay, well, mainly Todoroki. It was just something he hadn’t really considered before, he supposed. It was something he would actually prefer to not consider, for fear of making things awkward.
Izuku’s silence is worrying. At first, he’s just calm, glad to be standing next to someone who cares about him and who he cares about, but then minutes pass and it’s quiet. If he were alone, or if it were anyone else, he wouldn’t mind. He’d enjoy the silence, even. But from Izuku it just leaves him feeling anxious.
He shifts his weight from foot to foot, drums his fingers against the railing, chews on his lip. Shouto is trying to wait it out, see if the other boy is going to talk, but he doesn’t. Eventually, anxiety leads him to reach out and put a hand on his arm.
“Are you okay?” he asks, brows furrowed. “You haven’t said anything in a while.”
icytxdoroki:
❈ —– “T’see you, what’s it look like?” He smiles, even though the thought of Shouto hating him was overtaking his mind. “I brought ‘ya some snacks! Mom said you’d like these.” He holds out the basket.
Looking dumbfounded, Shouto takes the basket, glancing over it. The fact that his brother brought him a gift is nice enough, but these are things he likes. Even after so long apart, his brother still knows his tastes, cares enough to ask what he’d appreciate most. “Thank you...” he mumbles, feeling awkward. He steps away from the door but holds it open, both so he can let Natsu into his room and so he can set the basket down.
As soon as it’s down, he steps in to hug him, if only briefly.
“You aren’t missing classes for this, are you? I heard you started college.”
winter-and-beauty:
ic ;; “Thank you,” Fuyumi says softly with a sigh, gently ruffling her youngest brother’s red and white hair. Perhaps she worries a bit too much about him. But after everything he’s been through, isn’t that warranted.
“And I know, I know, I’m sorry…But…just in case…”
When she musses up his hair, he tries to scowl at her and look intimidating. He loves her too much for it to really be effective, though, so in the end he just sighs and runs his own fingers through it in an attempt to fix it.
“You’re not sorry,” he says fondly. “You love babying the rest of us and you know it.”
allmightjunior:
Even as he says that, the clouds overhead begin to trickle lightly. They’re safe under the gazebo’s roof, but if they’re gonna make it back to the dorms without getting soaked, they’d probably have to leave now.
“Oh,” Izuku says. “I guess you were right.” He doesn’t make any move to get up. He doesn’t really want to. Todoroki’s presence is relaxing, when he’s not seething about something… but neither of them had an umbrella, so Izuku stands up and offers Todoroki his hand to pull him up, too. “I almost don’t wanna go back, haha. I was just getting relaxed.”
When Izuku stands up, Shouto stares blankly at that hand. His eyes dart between his fellow student’s hand and his face several times before he actually reaches out and takes his hand, standing up.
“I really don’t want to either,” he admits. He finds himself surprisingly reluctant to let go of Izuku’s hand, so he doesn’t, not for several long moments. When his hand does finally fall back to his side, he looks down at the ground. “We could just wait here a while and see if the rain passes.”
Crossing the gazebo, Shouto leans his forearms on the railing, looking out at the school grounds. They’re well kept, as one might expect of such a prestigious school. He just hasn’t had a chance to properly enjoy it until now.
[ from here with @winter-and-beauty ]
Shouto stand still, tolerating it as the jacket is put around him, before sighing heavily and slipping his arms in through the sleeves.
“Fine,” he says. “I still think it’s a waste of time, though. I’m as resistant as you are, and I can warm myself up, even if I do get cold.” More like a petulant child than the nearly-adult scion of an important family, he stuffs his hands into his pockets and scuffs his shoe against the ground.
Natsu was nervous. It’d been years since he’d last seen Shouto in person; he texted and called him a lot, sure, but he hadn’t actually been able to hug him again. Shouto also wasn’t aware that he’d been planning to visit UA for quite a while; Aizawa and the principal had cleared it months ago.
Holding a basket of snacks and fruit in one hand as a gift, he knocked on his little brother’s dorm room door.
@heterothermal
It’s not that he isn’t accustomed to people knocking on his door. He is, much to his own surprise. Midoriya and Iida visit him with a shocking frequency, and his other classmates tend to be pretty eager to include everyone in all their shenanigans. As such, his expression is bland and he expects absolutely nothing out of the ordinary when he opens his door. Certainly, he’s not expecting one of his older brothers.
“Natsu?” he says- or, more accurately, asks. He can barely believe his eyes. “I... wasn’t expecting you. Wow. What are you doing here?”
【cont.】
She couldn’t help the look of shock creeping its way onto her face as she heard his words. It wasn’t much that it hurt, but rather surprised that he didn’t even know his own classmate. “Do you pay attention to anyone that sits in the same classroom as you?”
Mori huffed out with both wings crossed. She’d assumed that at least he was observant, considering a certain spiky blonde had a much similar attitude when it came to memorizing who his own classmates were. Though that was such a big mistake on the harpy child’s fault for thinking of such a thing.
@heterothermal
“I know my homeroom class pretty well...” he mumbles, not confident at all in that answer. It would be more accurate to say that he knows maybe five members of his homeroom class in any capacity at all.
“I’ve seen you around school, I know. You look familiar. We’ve just never spoken, so I don’t know you.” Her indigence is confusing as hell to him. It’s like she was expecting him to know her, even though they’d never met. He’s almost, but not quite, become accustomed to people recognizing him from TV and because of his father, but as far as he can remember, this girl has never done anything newsworthy.
“I’m Todoroki. Shouto Todoroki. It’s nice to meet you...?”
allmightjunior:
Nodding his head, Izuku smiles as comfortingly as he could towards Shouto. He quietly replies “alright”. Now getting lost in thought, he remembers the first time they’d had a conversation, back in that tunnel at the sports festival, when Shouto practically spilled his guts explaining all the factors at play in their fight. It had been off-putting at first, but thinking back on it now, it was kind of endearing. Shouto really didn’t know how to interact with people normally. That’s fine, though–he’ll just try twice as hard to be Shouto’s friend. He’ll put in the effort for the both of them.
“Todoroki,” He says once he surfaces from his thoughts. “You like it when it storms? When I was little, I always hated thunder. Sounded…” Too much like explosions. No, don’t say that. “…loud. Why do you like storms?” He just wanted to get Shouto to talk, about something other than his tragic backstory or something equally traumatic.
Shouto is glad to hear no protest from the other boy. Being outside for a while just to relax is nice. Breathing fresh air, being in the open space... it’s still an unfamiliar luxury to him. He stretches his legs out in front of himself with the backs of his heels planted on the ground, still resting the upper half of his body over his forearms and lap.
The question draws his attention back to Izuku pretty quickly. His gaze remains focused forwards, and he hums thoughtfully as he tries to think about why it storms. “It always means a lot of rain,” he begins, “and I like when you can feel the thunder in your chest. It has to be pretty loud for that to happen, though, doesn’t it?” That’s unfortunate. He lifts his bicolored eyes from the ground and turns his head to look at Midoriya.
“... hopefully it doesn’t storm today. We’re probably going to get soaked on our way back anyways.”
[ from here with @greatestheroicfire ]
His hands ball up into fists, and he has to stop himself from shouting. That would be foolish of him. He doesn’t want to look childish in front of his old man, not any more than he’s already made to feel.
“No, I don’t. Without you, this family would be happy, not...” Broken? Miserable? Traumatized? Shouto trails off, unsure of what exactly to call them.
OLYMPIAN AESHTETICS
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APHRODITE. laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, FLOWER IN THEIR HAIR, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, STARING WISTFULLY FROM A BALCONY, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.
APOLLO. glitz and glamour, ART GALLERIES, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of Wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, SMILE MINGLED WITH WRATH, SHUNNING LIES, sporting shades, HANGING OUT AT MUSIC FESTIVALS WITH THEIR FRIENDS, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account.
ARES. ARMED FOR BATTLE, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, SOFT SPOT FOR CHILDREN, gives piggyback rides, SCARRED BODY, blood on their hands and face, WILLING TO FIGHT THE WORLD FOR THE ONES THEY LOVE, FIGHTS AGAINST INJUSTICE, WARM HUGS, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, BANDAGES WRAPPED AROUND BRUISED KNUCKLES, FIST RAISED IN PROTEST, IGNITES REVOLUTIONS, fear is a prison, MORE SENSITIVE THAN WHAT THEIR TOUGH SHELL WOULD HAVE YOU THINK, exhausted, DAMAGED GOODS, FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH, red roses, curses under their breath.
ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, PIERCING EYES, disheveled braid, MOONLIGHT PEEKING THROUGH THE SHADOWS, the calm of the forest at night, LYING ON THE GRASS AND STARING AT THE STARS, mother doe and her fawn, PROTECTING THEIR KIN, the moon shimmering on a lake at night, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, NOT BEING MUCH OF A PEOPLE PERSON, arrow hitting a target, POPPING EGOS, PATIENCE ON 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.
ATHENA. DISCERNING GAZE, UNREADABLE FACE, QUIET MUSEUMS, owl perched on their finger, ARMOR THAT INTIMIDATES, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, SWEATERS IN NEUTRALS AND COOL COLORS, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, STOIC STATUES, pottery classes.
DEMETER. soil-covered hands, SMILE THAT CAN BLOOM FLOWERS, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, SPEAKS TO THEIR PLANTS, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, HEART AS STRONG AS A MOUNTAIN, VALUES SIMPLICITY, DAISIES DOTTED ACROSS A COLLARBONE, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.
DIONYSUS. drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, BEING THE BABY OF THE BUNCH, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.
HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, FLAME BURNING IN THEIR EYES, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, STRIKING A MATCH, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, WRESTLES WITH BITTERNESS, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, grease-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, PAIN IS FUEL, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.
HERA. RESTING BITCH FACE, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, COOL RAIN, LOVING AND HATING FIERCELY, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, DARK EYE THAT PENETRATES YOUR SOUL, marble and gold.
HERMES. devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, WILL STEAL YOUR FRENCH FRIES, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, GOES JOGGING IN THE MORNING, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, HOODIES AND SNEAKERS.
POSEIDON. STORM WITH SKIN, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, STROKING THE SOFT FUR OF A CAT, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, FONDNESS FOR DIY PROJECTS, HANDWRITING THAT FLOWS ACROSS THE PAGE, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, VELVETY SINGING VOICE THAT HAUNTS YOUR DREAMS, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, COMPASS WITH A SPINNING ARROW.
ZEUS. THUNDER IN THEIR HEART, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, FORCE OF NATURE, lenny face, NIGHTMARE-FILLED NIGHTS, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, STRONG HANDSHAKE, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.
[ from here with @allmightjunior ]
Being with Izuku and his friends is an odd experience for Shouto. He’s been sheltered his entire life, implicitly forbidden from such frivolous things as friendship, and so to see people just laughing and joking around like it’s no big deal at all... to say the least, it gives him whiplash.
He’s more quiet than he’d like to be, just sitting and listening to them as he tries not to become overwhelmed. There doesn’t even seem to be any room for him to just jump in.
As it turns out, the problem isn’t a lack of space, but a lack of social skills. He fidgets quietly, rocking gently back and forth and looking around. The weather is a simple, easy conversation topic. Midoriya is a simple kind of boy, he’ll probably appreciate that. When his words are met with approval and happiness, he manages a tiny smile. He’s doing well.
“I like the rain too. Especially when it storms.” Again, he glances up at the sky. “I don’t think it will, though. I don’t mind staying out here for a bit longer. It’s nice, and we’ll probably stay dry under here.”
“I like to throw in 'I’m kidding' at the end of jokes now. Like, 'hey Todoroki, love you'. And then I said 'I'm kidding', you know, like a liar."
“… is it because you messed your hand up fighting me? :(” He says that frowny face out loud, somehow, with his real earth mouth.
“Yes.” Izuku says, very seriously, without smiling at all. “Your curse of handcrushing has driven me away and we are no longer friends.” Izuku kickflips on a rad skateboard but the skateboard just starts floating and he flies into the sun.
“... I understand. I’ll miss you, Dave Strider.”