CLASS REP.

STEADY  FEET ,  DON'T  FAIL  ME  NOW !

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i just really love bullying @inheirit / @symballic

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i really, really love your iida! every time you're on my dash is an ABSOLUTE delight -- between how much i love your writing style in and of itself and my separate attachment to your interpretation of iida, it's like, full package?! iida is so horribly underrated and it is SO SO SO refreshing to see someone put as much love and care into him as you do. KEEP IT UP!!! and lets write soon!

what’s your opinion on my portrayal?  

      cries  thank you…….  i know i’ve said it before, but your writing and unique grasp on aizawa are both so astounding to me.  i’m holding us to a thread in the near future bc i need it.

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shouto and tenya are ... close & whether it be of concern or a budding friendship with the other, he’s not quite sure ( tells himself it’s the former, isn’t very good with friendships but tenya and izuku make it easy ). they’re eating together when he notices that the class president isn’t eating much, isn’t talking much / shouto watches, observes. he breaks the silence, gaze downcast as he slurps at his noodles. “iida,” his voice is quiet and low. “it’s okay to cry ; we’re here for you.”

      we’re  here  for  you.   just  like  they  were  when  he  was  face  down  and  bleeding  out  in  an  alley,  heart  pounding  loudly  in  the  clutches  of  a  rage  so  overwhelming,  it  churns  his  stomach  to  recall  –  and  just  like  they  were  during  his  hospital  recovery,  and  his  return  to  school  to  brave  the  class  he’d  been  appointed  to  lead  and  now  faced  with  a  nauseating  shame  for  his  selfish  actions.  

      he’s  made  progress  over  the  last  several  weeks,  but  the  ache  that’s  settled  somewhere  in  his  ribcage  has  merely  lessened,  not  dispersed ;  like  an  angry  boil,  it  swells  to  the  point  of  bursting  every  time  he  lays  eyes  on  tensei  in  his  wheelchair,  disabled  but  still  smiling,  and  the  anger  gives  way  to  disappointment  and  guilt  that  only  fade  when  he’s  back  at  school,  giving  his  all  in  training.  but  no  amount  of  training  seems  to  quell  his  expectations,  and  only  serves  to  remind  him  that  he’s  not  yet  capable  enough  ( wasn’t  then,  isn’t  now )  and  the  anger  and  resentment  creep  up  on  him  again,  and  the  cycle  begins  anew.    

      he  fixes  his  gaze  on  the  untouched  food  before  him,  long  cooled  in  direct  opposition  to  the  heat  stoking  within  his  cheeks.  he’s  spoken  with  a  select  few  about  his  state  of  mind  –  rather  dismissively,  never  quite  fully  honest  –  but  it’s  todoroki’s  statement,  in  a  sea  of  never - ending  sympathy  and  suffocating  concern,  that  finally  breaks  him  down.  

     it  starts  as  a  breath  that  hitches  in  his  throat,  chest  uncomfortably  tight.  broad  shoulders  follow  with  a  shudder  that  leaks  out  in  an  almost  inaudible  exhale,  staccato  and  feeble,  and  he  lowers  his  head  as  his  vision  swims  with  hot  tears  welling  beneath  his  eyes  and  pricking  at  their  corners.  something  close  to  a  whimper  forces  its  way  up  his  throat  and  cracks  as  it  claws  its  way  out,  lips  parting  with  an  excuse  that  dies  long  before  it  reaches  his  tongue.  

     he’s  thankful  that  todoroki’s  chosen  such  a  secluded  spot  for  lunch.  uncaulked  cracks  in  the  dam  holding  his  sorrow  at  bay  finally  splinter  beneath  the  pressure.  his  tears  begin  to  flow  freely,  hands  rising  to  shelter  his  face  from  prying  eyes  that  he  knows  would  sooner  look  away  out  of  respect  than  stare  with  scrutiny.  this  isn’t  the  kind  of  leader  he  wants  to  be  —–  weak  and  irrational  and  prone  to  bouts  of  time  where  he  feels  so  goddamn  useless  —–  but  at  least,  he  supposes,  someone  knows  that  he  isn’t  quite  as  confident  as  he  likes  to  appear.  someone,  he  knows,  suffers  from  the  same  questionable  sense  of  self - identity  between  what  his  classmates  see  and  what  lurks,  gnaws,  deep  beneath  the  surface.  

     he  can’t  quite  speak,  not  just  yet,  but  he  slowly  lowers  his  hands  to  bare  himself,  red - faced  and  cheeks  wet  with  tears,  if  only  to  truly  allow  someone  to  see  him  at  his  worst  for  the  first  time.  i’m  not  that  strong,  he  wants  to  say.  but  please  tell  me  that’s  okay.  tell  me  that  you  know,  and  you’ll  stay  anyway.  

     he  continues  to  cry,  fingers  clutching,  white - knuckled,  at  his  knees.  

     his  friend  makes  no  move  to  leave.  

@handcrushed

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    it’s only been five minutes but let it be known that i’d already die for @veniaes 

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' book ' , maybe? 👀 let my boy be soft and quiet.

@legility —— IIDA TENYA / MEME. ( book / silently read a story with them. ) NO LONGER ACCEPTING.

        he hadn’t started out reading over iida’s shoulder. he’d come down to the common area to ask him something but, seeing him so invested in his book, he’d stopped short. then he’d caught a glimpse of the story over the back of the couch and, somehow, had wound up sitting next to him and enjoying the story alongside him. he can’t remember when it was he’d sat down or even what he’d come to ask the taller boy, but he doesn’t really care. it’s refreshing.

       they’re still students. he doesn’t allow himself the luxury of remembering that often. they all get excited when their schoolwork actually consists of schoolwork, but midoriya is more often than not going to push himself behind the scenes even harder because he feels as though he’ll slip behind everyone else when he isn’t looking. relaxation is something he doesn’t award himself lately.

       sitting against iida’s warmth, head against his arm as he reads, he can almost remember what it feels like.

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     it’s harder than you think. NO using google. every answer must start with the first letter of your muse’s name. / PLEASE REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

name.   tenya    animal.   triceratops    boy’s name.   thomas  girl’s name.   tiffany       color.   teal         movie.  the texas chainsaw massacre something you wear.   tennis shoes drink.  tequila food.   teriyaki chicken something found in a bathroom.   toothpaste   place.   tokyo  reason for being late.   traffic 

tagged by.   @urevity​  xoxo tagging.   whoever hasn’t done it yet.

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SHIPPING INFO MEME .  

01 .   WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER( S )?

    i’m a sucker for the Main Three ( midoriya / uraraka / iida ) and i know it has a ship name but i don’t remember what it is lmao.  also i’m Totally Not Biased just because @inheirit​, @urevity​ and i are actually the trio.  nah.  

02 .   WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO WRITE WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

   pretty much anything, i think?  i’m a sucker for au’s, especially.  

03 .   HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

     for iida, i’d probably keep it at a 1 - 2 year difference, since he’s still so young.  

04 .   ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

      not necessarily, but i’m selective with the muns i ship with, if that makes sense.  i’d prefer for us to have established a connection both ic and ooc, and talk somewhat regularly, just because it’s easier for me to stay invested in something if i have someone to speak with about it.  i’ve also had too many instances where i’ve gotten really invested in a ship / partner and been cut off / ignored cold turkey, so i try to avoid that now. 

05 .   HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

   like.. a soft second base, maybe?  i dunno.  iida’s still pretty young, so i don’t intend to write anything too steamy with him.  das nasty.  in short, for all you fellow horror fanatics out there  --  ‘ would you settle for a pg-13 relationship? ’ 

06 .   WHO ARE OTHER THE CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

      uhh i’ve seen cute art of todoroki and iida, which i could get into, and hatsume and iida...  really, as long as they’re supportive of this socially inept and low-key insecure boy, i can probably ship it. 

07 .   DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?   

     i should hope so, lol.  don’t ever be afraid to approach me if you think our characters could have good chemistry.  i’m shy and a little awkward, but if you can get past that, i dive real deep into ships.

08 .   HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?

    i love to ship, but i also really like other dynamics as well.  give me rivals, childhood friends / enemies, whatever you’re feeling.

09 .   ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

   somewhere in the middle.

10 .   ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

    i am, but if i’m really close to certain writers, i might be ship exclusive with their portrayals, as i am with @inheirit​ and @urevity​.  

11 .   WHAT IS / ARE YOUR FAVORITE SHIP(S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

     see question 1 lmao.  

12 .   FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

     as long as we’ve talked / written / meme’d before, just hit me up.  we’ll talk.

TAGGED BY :  @doltage  i’m luv u  TAGGING :  uhh  @inheirit ,  @urevity  and whoever else wants to do it i’m too tired to @ a bunch of folks

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        fifth period never stood a chance against a raw lack of ambition.   any class that dares follow lunchtime is flawed by design,  first off,  so it’s really only fair that instructors should expect nothing of kaminari once his belly is full,  mentally spent as he cradles his head in his arms and continues to promptly conk the fuck out twelve minutes in.   this is a daily occurrence,  afterall  —  much like the sun rising or kirishima getting his finger stuck in the little hole he keeps absently re - discovering in the boy’s locker room. 

class carries itself out like a funeral,  the final piece of chalk that collides with kaminari’s forehead being the prince to wake him from of his food coma  ;  rormantic,  he’d think,  if he were more cognitively present than shooting up in a panic would leave him,  various worksheets stuck to his face via the adhesive of torrential downpour his mouth had cast.

        amongst the scramble to gather his things,  a CERTAIN DOODLE of a CERTAIN CLASS PRESIDENT frees itself from the loose papers stuffed messily into kaminari’s notebook,  and  —  in some sort of breeze that manifests in a room where open windows haven’t been ventured since the air turned cold and air conditioning isn’t much better off  —  it slips,  naturally,  to the foot of that class president himself.

@legility   /   valentine’s  ♡ .

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      meanwhile,  iida  is  --  of  course  --  diligent  as  ever,  eyes  focused  intently  on  the  blackboard.  his  is  one  of  the  few  hands  that  raises  ( and  the  only  one  that  does  so  multiple  times )  during  the  lecture,  seeking  permission  to  ask  a  question  or  gain  clarification  on  what  he  considers  an  instruction  that’s  too  vague  for  his  understanding.  he  knows  his  classmates  grow  weary  of  his  antics,  his  perpetually  serious  demeanor,  the  way  he  can’t  seem  to  let  the  teacher  move  on  unless  he  grasps  a  concept  to  his  liking  -----  but  he  requires  that  extra  little  bit  to  ensure  that  he’ll  perform  to  the  best  of  his  ability,  and  not  for  lack  of  information.  

       once  the  bell’s  rung  and  he’s  gathered  his  things  and  arranged  them  neatly  into  his  bag,  he  notices  a  slip  of  paper  glide  from  kaminari’s  desk  and  land  neatly  at  his  foot.  he’s  long  since  given  up  on  trying  to  make  denki  pay  more  attention  in  class,  knowing  full  well  his  words  fall  on  unwilling  ears,  so  he  simply  shakes  his  head  and  bends  to  scoop  up  the  paper,  mouth  set  in  a  faint  smile.  

      ‘  i  think  you  dropped-----  this ?  ’   only  now  does  he  notice  what’s  on  the  paper,  the  childlike  drawing  of  what’s  clearly  meant  to  be  him.  the  smile  fades  and  makes  way  for  a  look  of  confusion,  pointed  brows  furrowing  as  he  pulls  the  paper  back  to  study  it  closely.  

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bnha + friendships

☆ uraraka & iida ☆

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     honestly i’m so thankful for the hero killer arc bc if iida hadn’t been given that development and had, instead, continued to be nothing but comic relief, i would’ve tracked down horikoshi myself and held him at gunpoint until he made some changes 

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    basic info.

name.   cole pronouns.  he / him. zodiac:  libra, moon in gemini. taken or single.  single.  platonic boyfriend to @inheirit and @urevity tho i guess.

    three facts.

one.     i actually lean towards writing villains / morally gray characters.  two.     i was selected to compete in an overwatch tournament this march!  i’m the team’s main dps / hitscan. three.   i work at starbucks, and yes, you can get that drink as a frappuccino.  

    experience.

platforms used.  oh god uuh... aim, yim, chatzy, msn / windows live, gaia online, skype, discord, even texting. 

    muse preference.

female or male.  i write both, but lean towards males. least favorite face(s).   there are a lot of actors / actresses that i’m weary of seeing, but mostly, i just hate when people use models, band members or youtubers.  that’s weird. multi or single.   i enjoy the ease and convenience of multis, but they don’t get the attention they deserve.  when you’re like me and tend to write obscure / minor muses, it’s even worse. fluff / angst / smut.   angst, mostly.  fucked up shit.  i can occasionally get into fluff, and smut only happens when i’m really feeling a pairing. plotting / memes.   both, tho i’m better with plotting.  i get burnt out on memes really fast.

tagged by.   @erasicate

tagging.  @blushkill,  @doltage,  @exposensei,  @herbtress,  @negatiiv,  @oneshockyboi,  @pyrhiic  and uuhh whoever else wants to do it that i forgot

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      i  cannot  stand  to  wait  much  longer.    /    ind.  iida  tenya  of  boku  no  hero  academia.  written  by  cole.

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make room in your inbox, uraraka deserves a kiss

     it  isn’t  in  his  nature  to  get  so…  carried  away.  what  should’ve  been  an  uneventful  trip  to  the  city  quickly  got  out  of  hand  when  kaminari  and  mineta  weaseled  their  way  into  having  alcohol  served  at  the  group’s  restaurant  of  choice.  returning  to  campus  with  inebriated  classmates  seemed  like  a  bad  idea  –  the  worst  he  could  think  of,  really!  –  and  as  their  ( second )  choice  for  a  representative,  he  took  it  upon  himself  to  ensure  they  wouldn’t  consume  a  single  drop—–  

    by  drinking  it  all  himself.  

      now  he  finds  himself  swaying  with  each  step,  slurred  voice  raising  even  higher  than  usual  until  one  of  his  peers  inevitably  shushes  him  and  he  apologizes  in  a  fervent  whisper.  it’s  uraraka  that’s  unlucky  enough  to  escort  iida  back  to  his  room,  the  junior  hero’s  bulky  frame  dragging  their  combined  weight  in  a  zig - zag  pattern  back  and  forth  down  the  hallways  and  deterring  their  progress.  

      once  they  reach  his  room,  he  slouches  against  the  wall  to  give  uraraka  a  long  enough  reprieve  that  she  can  unlock  the  door.  the  two  haven’t  spoken  much  since  arriving  back  on  campus,  and  iida  takes  it  upon  himself  to  break  the  silence  that’s  settled  in.  

     ‘ you  know,  uraraka, ’  he  begins,  gradually  dropping  his  voice  to  a  more  appropriate  volume.   ‘ i  truly  believe…  you  don’t  receive  near  enough  credit.  who  else–  ’  he  pauses  to  wildly  swing  one  arm  out  to  the  side  in  a  dramatic,  sweeping  gesture.  ‘ –  offered  to  accompany  me  tonight?  no  one,  that’s  who.  ’  there’s  a  beat  as  he  composes  himself,  tries  to  sound  more  serious  than  he  can  currently  manage.  ‘  and  i–  consider  you  a  fine  friend.  ’

     before  he  realizes  what’s  happening,  he’s  pressed  his  lips  to  hers,  and  it’s  not  great  and  even  rather  sloppy,  but  in  the  moment,  it  feels  right.  after  a  second,  however,  he  pulls  away,  looking  thoroughly  embarrassed  and  mutters  a  faint   ‘ p - please  excuse  me,  ’  as  he  clumsily  bolts  into  his  room  and  slams  the  door  shut.  

      oh,  he’ll  be  feeling  embarrassed  for  a  number  of  things  in  the  morning.

inbox kisses.  ( one / three four )    /    @urevity

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     iida’s the type that isn’t up to date on any trendy #dank memes, so when someone takes the time to explain one to him, he’ll try to implement it into a conversation... and usually fails miserably.

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legility replied to your post: #hewwo… fowwow me hewe too pwease #>:3c i can’t…

chawews pwease

cowe i hate yew pwease weave

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#(( me earlier: i miss cole ))

     SO WHAT IS THE TWUFF, MIDOWIYA??  WYING IS NOT BECOMING OF A FUTUWE PWO HEWO

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                               CHOOSE    YOUR    FIGHTER. 

                                            written  by  charles,  jude  and  cole.

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`    accepting    to    defeat    ,    iida    ?    how    sad    .    .    .    i    thought    you    were    stronger    than    this    .    i    mean    -    -    have    you    seen    your    body    ?    ?    you    could’ve    pinned    me    down    ,    or    pushed    me    away    !    but    you’re    too    polite    ,    aren’t    you    ?    this    is    just       like    the    time    with    mr    .    stainy    ,    right    ?    you    couldn’t    even    save    your    friends    .    is    there    something    you    can    do    ?    other       than    run    fast    ?    iida    ,    do    people    even    care    for    you    ?    tell    me    .    ‘    she    leans    in    ,    her    face    holds    no    remorse    .    she    furrows    her    brows    ,    gripping    her    knife    .

@legility   ♡   !

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        it’s  true  --  he  knows  his  quirk  is  nothing  special,  not  well - rounded  like  that  of  midoriya  or  todoroki, and  offers  little  more  than  brief  mobility  in  combat.  even  in  their  first  real  villain  encounter,  what  had  he  truly  done?  run  away.   even  the  rate  at  which  he  brought  reinforcements  meant  little  to  him  now,  the  regret  of  not  fighting  alongside  his  classmates  in  their  time  of  need  weighing  heavy  on  already  weary  shoulders.  

      he  wonders,  quite  often,  whether  people  think  less  of  him  after  his  near - defeat  at  stain’s  hands,  the  thirst  for  vengeance  that  consumed  him,  subdued  every  rational  thought  and  nearly  dragged  him  down  to  the  very  morals  he  sought  to  oppose.  in  the  classroom,  on  the  streets,  even  at  home  --  lingering  stares  elicit  anxiety,  a  thin  veneer  of  sweat  forming  just  beneath  the  collar  of  his  shirt.  do  they  know?  do  they  think  him  any  less  of  a  hero?  does  he  even  deserve  to  call  himself  one?

     he’s  aimed  to  prove  himself  since  his  acceptance  at  U.A.,  but  time  and  time  again,  he’s  proven  very  little,  save  the  fact  that  he’s  still  miles  behind  many  of  his  peers  --  and  still  he  tries,  pushes  himself  to  his  limit,  aims  to  improve  himself  because  he  needs  to,  he  has  to  (  it’s  just  not  working  but  please  tensei,  someone,  see  that  i’m  trying-----  ) 

    one  hand  clutches  at  his  midriff,  where  she’s  made  a  sizable  gash  across  an  exposed  portion  of  his  armor  and  opened  the  unguarded  skin.  blood  pours  forth  from  the  incision,  spilling  over  gloved  fingers  and  staining  the  fabric  beneath.  his  footing  is  unstable,  and  the  world  shifts  dangerously  around  him  as  he  takes  a  wary  step  forward,  trying  to  establish  a  steadier  stance.  

     ‘  of  course--  of  course  they  care  for  me,  ’   he  replies,  tone  dripping  with  uncertainty. 

     if  it  ever  gets  to  be  too  much  and  you  need  to  talk...  just  say  something.

      ‘  we’re  friends.  ’

     but  does  he  truly  deserve  them?