02tajima:
@quiirki continued from [ here ]
His fingers had just clasped over what could’ve been the notebook tucked neatly within Midoriya’s bag when a voice cut from behind, triggering an involuntary reaction to let go of whatever it was and knock the bag over ( honest mistake !! ).
Tajima spun around so fast that his quirk should’ve been LIGHTNING SPEED. Out of all of Class 1-A, it was Midoriya himself to catch him red-handed. And even though Deku didn’t appear to be very confrontational at the moment, Tajima couldn’t help but feel beside himself with instant remorse; were this reported ( stealing another student’s property ), he’d definitely be reprimanded harshly. ( DETENTION ! SUSPENSION ?! …. EXPULSION?!?! )
His response was several awkward seconds late, “ Y-Yep! That’s me! M-Midoriya, right? You really kicked ass during the Sports Festival! M-Me? Didn’t even get past the obstacle race! “ Cue the nervous laughter as he thinks up an excuse. Tajima’s eyes fall to the bag and some of the contents that spilled out – including a cellphone.
“ I was… just passing by, and I heard some strange beeps so… uh.. I decided to see where it was coming from.. “ Tajima nervously motioned towards the bag as he knelt down to help put the stuff back in. “ Must’ve been this phone right here.. Yep!! Must’ve been– Whoa.. Are these All Might?? “
Oh, there went all his stuff.... all over the floor. But at least his phone was located —— MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. Judging by Tajima’s demeanor, he hadn’t been planning on a confrontation, or to better put it, on being CAUGHT. “Hehe, t-thanks! We all really worked hard...” Green eyes WANDERED, not really knowing where to settle in such a situation. So he kept his gaze on the floor, ATTEMPTING to hide his own awkward aura but ended up giving himself a mini HEART ATTACK instead.
His doodles, lose papers he’d originally stored in one of his notebooks, had also scattered about. Usually that wouldn’t call for CONCERN but in this case, all the papers had VARIOUS drawings of the number one hero all over them; front&& back. it wasn’t SUBTLE. Izuku could practically hear All Might’s voice in that BRILLIANT baritone of his: I AM HERE (but in a more mocking way because there was NOTHING honorable about this scene).
“YEAH the phone! I was looking for that! Thanks for finding it!” Panic rendered control over his own tone obsolete; he was FREAKING out but part of him wouldn’t mind if the ERRATIC behavior kept Tajima’s attention away from the pile of FAN BOY content on the ground. “Don’t worry about cleaning up! I can get it; I don’t mind! I —— ” The RAMBLING paused as soon as the drawings were noticed. Maybe he could just use ONE FOR ALL and shoot himself up into the stratosphere right then and there? Anything to ease the suffering.
A BEAT of silence passed and Izuku realized that the ball was still in his court; maybe he could SALVAGE this. After all, a true hero never gave up! “ —— Uh!” Body moving on its own, he ZOOMED over to his bag; curving downward to snatch up his phone and a WAD of drawings (he didn’t have enough hands for this). Would it be weird if he stuffed as many drawings as he could into his mouth? “These are —— !” Emerald eyes flickered between the first series of sketches he held in his hand and Tajima, SEARCHING for an out. Izuku deflated, feeling DEFEATED.
“Y-Yeah... They’re all All Might.”
