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after thinking long and hard about this, i finally came to the conclusion that i’m going to ARCHIVE this blog and make a new one ! i feel i’ve been away from shiori for far too long & i honestly don’t know where to pick up from where i left off. so if you’d like to follow me there or keep interacting with me, please like this post or send me an IM and i’ll give you the link to my new bloggo ♡ i love you all and i hope you’re having a fantastic weekend ~
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of hella dope followers that’ve followed me through thick and thin and about a million ooc posts. they’ve made this blog bizarrely worthwhile and i really can’t think of a better blog i could be running (and i’ve run a lot).
so. thank you. sincerely. this blog and the rp community got my through a really rough time in my life, and this isn’t going to be a blogroll or anything. just letting those who’ve been there for me/interacted with me know that they’re amazing and i love them.
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touch starved. // hug my muse from behind. // not accepting.
“Don’t touch me.”
His tone was low and seemingly calm, but echoed across the alley with surprising strength, heavy like a threat. But Deku remained still, green-tinted eyes narrowing at the unmoving body at his feet while drops of blood stained the front of his shirt and once-pristine gloves. The smell of death wasn’t strong enough to mask the sweet perfume coming off the body pressed against his back however, and suddenly Izuku was highly aware of the arms wrapped around his middle, amiable and extremely uncomfortable.
Clicking his tongue in a momentary fit of rage, Izuku stepped out of the hug harshly, walking around the corpse on the ground to put some distance between him and Shiori. He could still feel her warmth against him though, and he shook his head in a failed attempt of pushing the thought away, brushing a hand down his chest as if by doing so he could get rid of the leftover sensation, just managing to leave behind a trail of blood on his waistcoat instead.
It had been just a coincidence. That newbie of a pro hero, arrogant to the boot and overconfident in his abilities, had long been on Deku’s hit-list. He despised his type the most, the ones to look down on their enemies and own peers alike, while gloating about their own skills and whatnot. A nuisance, someone the world did not need. Finding him on the brink of defeating Shiori had not been on Izuku’s plans, and saving her — No. He did not save her.
It was just a coincidence.
( Then why didn’t you kill her too?, a voice whispered in his ear. )
“I didn't— It was not for you. Don’t get ahead of yourself.” He spoke again, voice higher than before, and the glare he sent the woman from above his shoulder was real and with intent. “And don’t ever touch me like that again. Or I will kill you too.”
( What a fucking liar. )
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◇┊ ❝ I don’t know if I ever told you, but thanks for patching me up. I’d probably be dead or hurt way worse if you weren’t there. ❞
The older student would sigh quietly, his body still sore from the previous fight they had. Two broken ribs, an almost cut open stomach and a bleeding arm where all healed within the first day, though the pain still lingered. Still, it could’ve been way worse than the mild pain he felt. Bowing to her, Daichi would straighten up shortly afterwards to avoid hurting his stomach anymore.
her small hands immediately flew forward, urging him to straighten up. while his gratitude brought her infinite amounts of happiness, she couldn’t have him hurting anymore than he already had to suffer. a tiny smile appeared at the edges of her lips, timidly, as she lightly shakes her head and shrugs a shoulder. “ there’s no need to thank me. “ she mumbled slowly as warm embarrassment nipped at the apples of her cheeks. “ i want to be a hero someday.. a-and heroes would do anything to help, yeah ? “ shiori scratches her cheek and laughs gently. “ i’m just happy you’re okay a-and that i got there on time... i-i wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if you did.. you know. “ die.
‘ eh ? i don’t GET it at all , ‘ttebayo .. what d’ya want ? ’
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“ d... directions ? “ she responded softly as she quietly held a small map of the village out for him to see. her bright eyes wandered around before settling back on the whiskered blond. it was painfully obvious the medic nin was a foreigner to the land of fire, the markings on the headband placed neatly atop of her head was proof enough of that. “ i w-was wondering if you knew some place good to eat. i’ll be on my way soon enough. “
He wasn’t what they thought he was. A delinquent, a yankee, or whatever- they’d cornered him out of the blue and Michio had strong enough morals not to raise a single hand in retaliation. But now he was on his back in some alley, wallet gone, contemplating the very life decisions that landed him in a place like Musutafu. The sky was a muggy grey, threatening rain, but his energy had been depleted to a point where even the bruises on his sides had dulled to a throb and he didn’t want to move.
Maybe the rain would calm him down; make him less inclined to chase those assholes down and beat them to grit and bone.
Deep breaths, Michio.
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she really shouldn’t be catering to the needs of bloodied strangers in dirty back alleys. her mother, a prim and proper woman, would have scolded her senseless for her brashness had she seen the teen rush to the aid of someone who looked as troublesome and mean as the battered male did. regardless of those niggling thoughts, shiori wanted to be a hero, and heroism knew no stereotypes or boundaries. her small footsteps were quick as she stepped over a few darkened puddles of water, her lavender orbs focused solely on the body that was in obvious need of aid. “h-hey..” she softly called out, voice gentle and careful as she quietly kneeled down and peered at him closely once she stood in front of him. “ a-are you okay ? “ while her hands were rigidly stuck on her knees, she felt the very need to take away his hurt with the tips of her fingers. to melt it all away. “ i, um.. i-i s-saw you through the window when i was coming down the, uh.. elevator..“ her eyes wandered across the tainted canvas he called his skin as she awkwardly held her hand out. “ please let me help you. “
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Oh, dear diary, I met a boy. He made my dull heart Light up with joy.
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If Shiori had said that outloud, Izuku would have agreed with her; she’s foolish.
Ever since he was just a child, Izuku had been very observant. And standing this close to each other, in the middle of a dim and quiet alley, there was no mistaking the distressed hitching of her breath, the way Shiori’s eyes glossed over with insecurity, or the slightest sound of pain that unwillingly escaped through her lips. At the face of such an opponent, however, Izuku couldn’t help but wonder what could have dragged her down that kind of path in life.
Not like he had much right to say, considering his own… Situation. But Izuku had faced many people so far — villains and heroes alike — and Shiori didn’t really seem to fit in either category.
It was the woman’s voice that brought Izuku back from his reverie, and he arched an eyebrow at her almost childish comeback. The lack of conviction in Shiori’s tone just made emerald eyes roll in growing annoyance, at the words that sounded almost empty. Boring, boring boring. “You sound like a kid throwing a tantrum,” Izuku pointed out, sounding as unimpressed as he looked, “It almost makes me not want to kill you, actually— Are you sure you are supposed to be a villain?”
That was obviously supposed to be a jab at her apparently very fragile pride, but Izuku’s attention soon focused on something else entirely. His eyes blinked in understanding as she explained ( and truth to be told, he was a little surprised that she even did ) before they shifted back to Shiori’s fingers, no glow or marks on them to indicate the activation of a quirk of any sort. If it was an ability that worked through direct contact, then the tingling sensation left on his skin wherever Shiori touched made sense. The question about his own quirk sounded distant.
“Hm, we could say it’s something like that,” Izuku replied, vague and dismissive, and then a sudden, heavy silence followed. For a moment there, Izuku’s mind seemed to go to another place, a thoughtful curl of the corner of his mouth and a light frown settling down between his eyebrows. A draining quirk… Unwanted, the smiling face of his mentor came to mind, reminding Izuku of an era where becoming a hero like him was all that mattered. And then he was gone, and left Izuku with a great burden on his shoulders and an even bigger sorrow.
Absently, the antihero wondered if his current life and choices would change, if only he didn’t have One For All anymore. The thought brought in mixed feelings, and Izuku pushed them away with a shake of his head. No. No, they wouldn’t.
Wordlessly, the grip around Shiori’s wrist losened, not enough for her to able to easily pull away, but at least her bones wouldn’t be on the brink of snapping anymore. And then Izuku reached for the other one as well, green, intense eyes finding lavender ones as he pressed both of her palms against the sides of his own face. There was a humourless smile on his face, and his voice sounded heavy, strange, when he spoke again, “But you can’t drain it out, can you?”
Life is such a volatile yet fragile thing.. it was ever-changing and merciless to the bone. It simply held no promises to anyone or stayed true to one thing for too long. Shiori learned that much when she had fallen from her righteous grace at just seventeen years old. Confidence made her stray from her dreams, it made her into someone else, but losing those who held great importance in her life was the push needed to abandon all idealistic morals. Bitterness gracefully filled the void in her heart like black tar, anger fueled her wanton need to hurt others. While she eventually grew morbidly aware of how bad a person she’d become in such a short time’s notice, the young woman couldn’t help but ponder why the male standing with her, the one who lit such a fervid ache in her bones, was the way that he was.
Everyone had a reason for their actions (no matter how awful or morally ambiguous) but were they truly justifiable in the end?
Shiori’s eyes, glazed over with a mixture of false confidence and alarm, immediately avoided the scorching intensity that was his gaze. Her dry lips quietly curled downwards in a silent scowl, her mind working on overdrive. She wasn’t a kid, the bright eyed child in her perished so long ago. But with the way she was acting, in retrospect, the brunette couldn’t help but silently reprimand herself for letting her emotions get the best of her. She wanted to prove him wrong, but how could she when all she wanted to do was hurt, hurt, hurt.
“Shut up!” She’d cut him off before he could utter yet another word. Another word that would subsequently get the best of her. The beat of her heart was practically racing away out of the sudden spite that was beginning to blossom once again. It bubbled like a kettle would with boiling water, ready to burst and burn whoever handled it. “Shut your goddamn mouth.” She’d reiterate sharply, voice rigid as she tightened her small fists and loomed forward. How she desperately wanted to corner him, to scare him just as badly. But alas, it was painfully obvious how different he was compared to all her other victims. He just wouldn’t roll over and die as easily. She needed to put in work.
“Kill me or not,” Shiori huffs, her movements suddenly becoming ragged. “You do not get to question me, you hear? You’re just...” Her attention trails upwards to get a better look at him, thoughtfully scrutinizing each and every inch that made him.. him. Scrutinizing the very essence that rattled her in the cage he’d effortlessly cornered her into. A hero. A disgusting, stupid hero. A person she could wholly and passionately hate with all of her blackened heart. Silence swallows them whole for a moment longer, lavender gaze meets green before finally, she exhaled and pulled back. Frustration was a word that didn’t begin to cover the generous whirlwind he was unintentionally stirring.
Then suddenly, everything surrounding her comes to a complete stop. The anger, the ache, her thoughts, the world. Shiori simply stares blankly, a twinge of uncertainty crawls up her skin like a bad omen waiting to strike. “What are you..” She begins before a tiny gasp escapes her mouth, expression melting into one of complete horror. What the hell was he doing? What was going on inside that twisted little head of his? Much to her shock, Izuku’s skin felt relatively warm in contrast to her cold hands. You can’t drain it out, can you? —- That question alone only served to bring up a niggling thought... was his quirk that much of a BURDEN?
“Who knows..” Shiori finally responded after mulling over her thoughts, without as much breaking eye contact. Her voice sounded low and detached from the situation at hand. Both palms slowly pressed into his emotionally devoid face, nails digging gently into the very skin she wished to taint and rip apart. The pads of her thumbs ghosted dangerously close to the edges of his mouth until finally, she began to frown. Just what in the world did he want from her? Why couldn’t she drain answers out of him instead? She chews onto her lips and quietly blinks away, brows furrowing once more in newly found annoyance. “Shall I give it a try?”
