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mckeitbeautiful replied to your post
… isn’t viktor supposed to be the dramatic one? xD
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kyoya under duress is probably similar xD
❝ let me guess, i'm not supposed to be here ? ❞ a simple walk took him wherever the wind led him, guess the wind was out to get him into trouble again. ❝ figures-- you might want to lock doors if you don't want people getting in here. ❞
he did not even look up from his seat, eyes intently staring at the advanced physics book he was perusing. he gestured around the room dully with a quick wave of his hand before using it to turn a page. the study room, while well furnished, was barren of life besides kyoya. ‘ decidedly, no one showed up to my attempt at making a study group for physics so feel free to do whatever you please. ‘
“It’s tea. I thought you needed something to drink..” // Viktor
‘ tea ? ‘ he lay flat on the floor, ice skates still on his feet, eyes angrily staring up into the ceiling of the ice rink. his BPM is through the roof and sweat pours from him like a fountain. even while incredibly tired and frustrated, he manages to huff out a response. ‘ i appreciate -- that but i -- think i am just going to -- die ? ‘
It wasn’t unexpected for All Might to slip between homerooms to offer words of encouragement to aspiring students. Sure, it had startled Shion within the first weeks of their high school journey ( being simply overwhelmed by not only his repetition but his height as well ) but for the most part, they’d grown fairly used to it. When Monday morning came, it wasn’t a shock to see him standing at the front of the class, hands clasped together and an air of wisdom simply continuing to slip through the smile across his face.
After a few moments, Shion’s attention drew elsewhere, towards the window, until they took notice of the individual in front of them turning themselves around. “Hm?” An inquisitive gaze followed such words, for it took them a moment to register that this was a brand new face talking to them. Where did he come from? Had Shion blanked out during the whole announcement of a transfer student? Surely not.
“Ah–” Shion whispers, after realizing they must look incredibly foolish. After all, they’d just fixated their stare on him and had done nothing else. “Yes, he’s always like this. You do get used to it after a while, don’t worry.” They pause for a moment, before nodding their head, keeping their voice low. “I’m Kajitani Shion by the way. It’s nice to meet you, Ootori-kun. You can call me Shion if you’d like.”
◌ ◌ ◌ Kyoya gave the other student a few moments before cocking his brow, eyeing the other down from the end of his own glasses. Was he.. staring? Or zoning out? Either way, he waited patiently with perplexed features before the other jostled into recognition and responded. Zoning, he confirmed silently.
“Nice to meet you, Shion,” he returns with a soft smile, only slightly taken aback by their easily gifted informality. Coming from a family where respect was not earned or deserved by inherited, Kyoya was not used to friendly or casual claims. Although weird, he felt warmed by the permission. “I am supposed to be in hero courses but there was a bit of a mix up with my schedule. I was a bit nervous that All Might would be all ‘might’ all the time,” he chuckles softly. “But if you say that I will grow accustomed to it, I shall take your word.”
In fact, Kyoya was mostly nervous because his father demanded that he get close to All Might for no other reason than clout. The head of the Ootori clan was a ruthless business man that did not give Kyoya any form of slack or empathy, not with his brothers being heroes themselves. And with a Quirk as volatile as his father’s, Kyoya knew better than to argue.
◌ ◌ OOC henlo friends, i’ve had a terrible day but am home for the night and about to get started on replies. leave me a like if you’d like a starter, or feel free to shoot me an IM if you wanna plot. c:
obliterus started following you !
he turns around in his seat, completely ignoring All Might at the head of the class. tilting his head as if to reference to the loud and large teacher, he blinks. ‘ ootori kyoya, new transfer. is he always like this .. ?? ‘
richard the terrible:
𝔒𝔯, 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔄𝔳𝔯𝔦𝔩 𝔏𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔢,
“𝒞𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅, 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅, 𝒸𝓊𝓏 𝐼'𝓂 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒻𝓊𝓃.”
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You are quite literally a devil. My poor eyes. First harassing poor Haru-kun, and now this.
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It keeps getting worse.
#Richard you need to stop.
ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔫𝔬 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤! ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔲𝔰, “𝐼𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓁𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜, 𝒶𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅.“
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How about in the words of Ootori Kyoya,
“ S T O P. “
dualcursed started following you
‘ good morning, sorry to bother you but uh -- ‘ he’s a little more than defeated. embarrased even. ‘ this school is so small and i still can’t find my homeroom.. ‘
skyhunted started following you
he stares in disbelief, now empty coffee cup shaking in hand. ‘ ohno -- i am SO sorry ! ‘
blondescout started following you !!
‘ good morning, ‘ he lets out a low grumble of a greeting, walking up to the other in his freshly pressed U.A. uniform. he rubs the back of his neck lightly, slightly embarrased to have to ask this. ‘ my name is ootori kyoya, and i’m a bit lost. i’ve transferred in to the hero class a bit late, and i’m still not sure where the room is. ‘
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It keeps getting worse.
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rnazushi replied to your post:
oh! good evening, kyoya-kun. when a person’s passion for their art manifests, it’s hard to ignore. i’m not sure it’s any special eye of mine.
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Good evening! I’m sure it is though. You’ve got an eye for beauty.