Hezekiel

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Hezekiel Nishiyama, Hero student in UA's class 1-B, m' quirk is called homin' an' works best wi'h heavy thin's I throw like axes an' stones

I wan' be a hero so I can help people an' such not much else t' say

AU of my snipe rp blog @homing-bullet25 when he was in UA :D

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[SADDLE] from that prompt list we tossed around. (sors It took so long lmao)

Hezekiel glares, his bottom lip slipping into its pout, upper lip stiff and shining with sweat. There's a hint of stubble there, peeking through.

"It's- it's part o' the task, Yaoyorozu! Git on the darn mare!" He flings his arm out and the mare behind him- warm brown with a deep black mane braided tight to her neck- whinnies and flicks her ears back, Hezekiel starts in turn, turning to her with a click of his tongue, sucking air through his molars, running a skinny hand soothingly down her neck. He sidesteps to stand in her eyeline, left hand slack on the reins. He rubs his hand over her muzzle, she butts her head into his shoulder, bending her neck down to scratch her jaw against him.

His red plaid shirt slips down his left shoulder, the vest underneath white and sticking to his skin, going near see-through at his shoulderblades. Watching him interact with horses, as though there's something simple to understand, it beomes all the more apparent how horrendously he interacts with humans. The barrier of, what, language? Socialisation? Culture? Has all disappeared.

He presses his face into the horse's head, nose to where her mane begins to sprout between her ears. He breathes for a few beats before she draws her head up and shakes her neack out, turning away from Hezekiel. He spins on the heel of his boot- no spurs, today, to look at Hikiro, more relaxed than he's ever seemed before.

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God Hikiro was so creeped out. Horses were so...unnerving. But Hezekiel liked them, and GOD did Hikiro like Hezekiel, so he could do it. He could man up and get on the horse. Besides, the creature seemed to interact with Hezekiel well, surely it wasn't rocket science!

He inched closer to the horse, glancing between it and Hezekiel for any sign that he was doing something wrong. Everytime the mare moved, Hikiro would jump back a step and stand like a statue before continuing his slow crawl.

"You're sure it's not gonna like...bite me, right? I've heard that horses bite people." Hikiro asked, his a voice a hushed whisper.

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"If ya ain't got ya hand near her mouth she can't bite. C'mon, if ya sit on 'er I can jus' lead her, she's real sweet- aren't'cha darlin'? Ain't ya so lovely? Could'a had ya edges left out a little cleaner but we can take tha' up wi'h ya braider back at the ol' stable, can't we?" He scratches behind her ear, speaking soft and quiet with a little smile on his face, the mare sniffs at him before butting her head into his chest, he chuckles and brings his empty hand up and flaps it, clenching his eyes shut and vigorously shaking his head, his twists whirling out in arcs through the air.

He slows to a stop, petting at the mare's head. He stiffens, looking at Hikiro as though he's spooked himself. He flushes, turning away.

"Jus'- do ya, uh, know how t' mount?" He mumbles, squeezing his hand tight into a fist, nails biting into his palms.

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Hikiro's face was red-hot, struggling to contain his excitement at how adorable Hezekiel was. "Oh- uhm- no. This is my first time seeing a horse in person." He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt so ridiculous, but at the same time he was more than happy to be the idiot and let Hezekiel take the spotlight on this one.

"Actually! Y'know! It might be better if I don't mount it! I've heard that Horses can- yknow- sense fear." He shrugged, trying to find any excuse to not get close to that Beast

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Hezekiel stares, blank faced and very clearly judgemental. He sighs, glancing at the mare as she bends her head down to take a large bite of shrubbery, macking at it.

"Horses- they ain't psychics, they's jus' lived by humans f'r so long, they know what we's like when we's scared." Hezekiel shrugs his shoulder, slipping arounf the mare's shoulder to stand at her side, "it freaks 'em all out too, so jus' breathe, an'- an' we can ride 'er together. Jus' hold on an' don't- don't do anythin' 'cause if she spooks I don't know if I can trust ya t' keep on."

He lifts his right foot, slotting it into the stirrup, he grips the horn of the saddle, using his left leg to push off the ground, swinging over to slot his other boot into the stirrup over the mare's other side. He shuffles forward in the saddle, making room for Hikiro between his back and the cantle, he's placed himself almost entirely on the seat rise, he pushes down on the stirrups and folds himself almost in half, kicking his feet free, he lifts the skirt and fender to bring the stirrups lower, two holes on his left, one on his right. His hat falls forward, tipping over to near land on his head.

He straightens and tugs his hat properly onto his head, resting his hand on the horn, he fusses with the reins, from the bit they go through his pinkies, pressed in against his palms and out the top of his fists, thumbs tucked over, relaxed. He fixes up his posture, bending down briefly to pat at the mare's neck.

He looks at Hikiro and frowns. "Grip the far side o' the saddle, then jump up on her back, I'll help ya get ya legs on either side."

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It was like watching a baby giraffe learn to walk. He kept false-starting the jump, bracing himself and then backing out over and over again as his body shook. Finally, he managed to jump up and land on the saddle with a thud, almost over-shooting it and completely falling off the other side.

Immediately, Hikiro's arms came up to wrap around Hezekiel, holding him like a lifeline. Hikiro felt so small next to Hezekiel, he felt like a bumbling idiot being led by someone much cooler and smarter and hotter than him. He stared at the boy in front of him with pure awe, squirming in the saddle as he tried not to embarrass himself any further.

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Hezekiel presses his lips together. He drops the reins with one hand to reach back, he adjusts Hikiro's leg placement with small pushes.

"Let 'em drop, it'll hurt bu' if I hit ya legs I won't be steerin' correctly." He says firm but not unkind, he peers over his shoulder, hand on Hikiro's knee. He pats his hand absently before ripping it away. Turning his head so fast his twists nealy hit Hikiro in the face. He bites at his lip, his shoulders steadily getting tenser, nerves building through him.

"Hold on tigh', alrigh'?" He mumbles before squeezing his heels in, the horse begins to slowly walk forward, Hezekiel gently tugs the reins in his left hand, she turns her head and follows as he gives slack again.

"Good girl.." he mumbles.

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Hikiro was a live wire, every touch making him dizzy and lightheaded. The world was entirely narrowed down, nothing existed outside of Hikiro and Hezekiel. And the horse, but gods Hikiro did not like the horse.

Hikiro watched as Hezekiel lead the horse, completely mesmerized by his confidence. He wondered why Hezekiel wasn't like this more often, gods Hikiro was gonna fill up a notebook just with rambling about how good confidence looked on him.

"So you uhm- you're good with horses?" He asked, feeling utterly stupid

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Hezekiel hums, nodding. His hips shift slightly with each step the mare takes, rising ever so slightly, thighs tensing against her strides.

"Grew up wi'h one. Marzipan, she uh, died. A li'l before I moved 'ere. An' I would help muck out some o' the stables 'round m' home town. Horses jus' make sense t' me. Ya can tell wha' they want or what they's thinkin' jus' from how they move an' such... Most o' the time they's thinkin' 'bout food. Or- or tha' their ear is itchy, or tha' they wanna run." He gets a little faster toward the end, excited, a small, giddy smile on his face, he reaches down and forward, scratching the horse's neck.

"They get scared easy, it's- humans can be loud and touch ya places ya don't much like, or they can be loud or angry. Horses can do all the same bu' its all 'bout how they been reared. They all 'ave different personalities, bu' tha' don't change their instincts or nothin', it jus'- they make sense. I- I feel like i can understand 'em."

Hezekiel shrugs, guiding the mare around a bend in the trail, she follows a single gentle pull, her baleful eyes blinking slow.

"See- uh, this lady, she's real calm. Didn't worry or nothin' when you were strugglin' t' mount. She were tense bu' she didn't panic or bolt, she turns good too. Some, uh- I drove cattle on a white mare one summer, Jabberwocky, ya'd hafta anticipate ya turn a good long span beforehand, she knew where she wanted t' go an it were never where ya wanted her t' go. Bu' she were strong, and the cattle didn't bother her none. Mr Deverra's sons ain't liked ridin' her an' he'd broken his leg so- ah, I'm a'ramblin'..." he hums, clearing his throat. He rolls his shoulders and sighs.

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"it's okay, I wanna hear more about the horses and cattle driving and all that stuff." Hikiro insisted, his grip on Hezekiel becoming less desperate as he started to calm down. Make no mistake, he still did not trust horses, but he trusted Hezekiel.

"Horses are hard to draw. With people it's easy, just map out the shapes and throw details over it. But horses...the shapes just don't match up. Their anatomy is odd." He sighed, looking down to watch the mare's legs move. "The turn radius you're talking about kinda reminds me of when I first started rollerblading. I had to start marking my turns halfway down the rink or i'd just slam into the wall." Hikiro chuckled, testing the waters by slightly laying against Hezekiel's back

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Hezekiel pouts.

"Don't be bodyshamin' her." He mutters, "Rollerbladin'? wi'h the funny lookin' boots?"

He leans his head back to look at Hikiro over his shoulder, he glares "Don't be makin' fun o' me. I could make her gallop if I wanted." Hez seems to think this is a grave threat.

"I- I ain't some kinda, flanderisation o' a yank ya can jus'... ask t' say a line." He mutters, almost too quiet to hear. His confidence only going so far, He forgets, sometimes. Hikiro is the only person who willingly seeks him out, follows him from class to the lunch line to the roof where he eats, or out to the quad where he eats, or into the bathroom where he tries to hide from Hikiro when he eats. Hikiro sometimes says these, inane, kind things. Makes Hezekiel think he might care about him, it's cruel and awkward. Sometimes he talks to Hezekiel as though he thinks Hezekiel is a personal punching bag. Someone to mock without recompense.

It's better than the slurs their other classmates call him. To an extent. Hezekiel would give anyhting for Hikiro to be consistent with him, though.

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[SADDLE] from that prompt list we tossed around. (sors It took so long lmao)

Hezekiel glares, his bottom lip slipping into its pout, upper lip stiff and shining with sweat. There's a hint of stubble there, peeking through.

"It's- it's part o' the task, Yaoyorozu! Git on the darn mare!" He flings his arm out and the mare behind him- warm brown with a deep black mane braided tight to her neck- whinnies and flicks her ears back, Hezekiel starts in turn, turning to her with a click of his tongue, sucking air through his molars, running a skinny hand soothingly down her neck. He sidesteps to stand in her eyeline, left hand slack on the reins. He rubs his hand over her muzzle, she butts her head into his shoulder, bending her neck down to scratch her jaw against him.

His red plaid shirt slips down his left shoulder, the vest underneath white and sticking to his skin, going near see-through at his shoulderblades. Watching him interact with horses, as though there's something simple to understand, it beomes all the more apparent how horrendously he interacts with humans. The barrier of, what, language? Socialisation? Culture? Has all disappeared.

He presses his face into the horse's head, nose to where her mane begins to sprout between her ears. He breathes for a few beats before she draws her head up and shakes her neack out, turning away from Hezekiel. He spins on the heel of his boot- no spurs, today, to look at Hikiro, more relaxed than he's ever seemed before.

[meepmoopmaap]

God Hikiro was so creeped out. Horses were so...unnerving. But Hezekiel liked them, and GOD did Hikiro like Hezekiel, so he could do it. He could man up and get on the horse. Besides, the creature seemed to interact with Hezekiel well, surely it wasn't rocket science!

He inched closer to the horse, glancing between it and Hezekiel for any sign that he was doing something wrong. Everytime the mare moved, Hikiro would jump back a step and stand like a statue before continuing his slow crawl.

"You're sure it's not gonna like...bite me, right? I've heard that horses bite people." Hikiro asked, his a voice a hushed whisper.

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"If ya ain't got ya hand near her mouth she can't bite. C'mon, if ya sit on 'er I can jus' lead her, she's real sweet- aren't'cha darlin'? Ain't ya so lovely? Could'a had ya edges left out a little cleaner but we can take tha' up wi'h ya braider back at the ol' stable, can't we?" He scratches behind her ear, speaking soft and quiet with a little smile on his face, the mare sniffs at him before butting her head into his chest, he chuckles and brings his empty hand up and flaps it, clenching his eyes shut and vigorously shaking his head, his twists whirling out in arcs through the air.

He slows to a stop, petting at the mare's head. He stiffens, looking at Hikiro as though he's spooked himself. He flushes, turning away.

"Jus'- do ya, uh, know how t' mount?" He mumbles, squeezing his hand tight into a fist, nails biting into his palms.

[meepmoopmaap]

Hikiro's face was red-hot, struggling to contain his excitement at how adorable Hezekiel was. "Oh- uhm- no. This is my first time seeing a horse in person." He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt so ridiculous, but at the same time he was more than happy to be the idiot and let Hezekiel take the spotlight on this one.

"Actually! Y'know! It might be better if I don't mount it! I've heard that Horses can- yknow- sense fear." He shrugged, trying to find any excuse to not get close to that Beast

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Hezekiel stares, blank faced and very clearly judgemental. He sighs, glancing at the mare as she bends her head down to take a large bite of shrubbery, macking at it.

"Horses- they ain't psychics, they's jus' lived by humans f'r so long, they know what we's like when we's scared." Hezekiel shrugs his shoulder, slipping arounf the mare's shoulder to stand at her side, "it freaks 'em all out too, so jus' breathe, an'- an' we can ride 'er together. Jus' hold on an' don't- don't do anythin' 'cause if she spooks I don't know if I can trust ya t' keep on."

He lifts his right foot, slotting it into the stirrup, he grips the horn of the saddle, using his left leg to push off the ground, swinging over to slot his other boot into the stirrup over the mare's other side. He shuffles forward in the saddle, making room for Hikiro between his back and the cantle, he's placed himself almost entirely on the seat rise, he pushes down on the stirrups and folds himself almost in half, kicking his feet free, he lifts the skirt and fender to bring the stirrups lower, two holes on his left, one on his right. His hat falls forward, tipping over to near land on his head.

He straightens and tugs his hat properly onto his head, resting his hand on the horn, he fusses with the reins, from the bit they go through his pinkies, pressed in against his palms and out the top of his fists, thumbs tucked over, relaxed. He fixes up his posture, bending down briefly to pat at the mare's neck.

He looks at Hikiro and frowns. "Grip the far side o' the saddle, then jump up on her back, I'll help ya get ya legs on either side."

[meepmoopmaap]

It was like watching a baby giraffe learn to walk. He kept false-starting the jump, bracing himself and then backing out over and over again as his body shook. Finally, he managed to jump up and land on the saddle with a thud, almost over-shooting it and completely falling off the other side.

Immediately, Hikiro's arms came up to wrap around Hezekiel, holding him like a lifeline. Hikiro felt so small next to Hezekiel, he felt like a bumbling idiot being led by someone much cooler and smarter and hotter than him. He stared at the boy in front of him with pure awe, squirming in the saddle as he tried not to embarrass himself any further.

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Hezekiel presses his lips together. He drops the reins with one hand to reach back, he adjusts Hikiro's leg placement with small pushes.

"Let 'em drop, it'll hurt bu' if I hit ya legs I won't be steerin' correctly." He says firm but not unkind, he peers over his shoulder, hand on Hikiro's knee. He pats his hand absently before ripping it away. Turning his head so fast his twists nealy hit Hikiro in the face. He bites at his lip, his shoulders steadily getting tenser, nerves building through him.

"Hold on tigh', alrigh'?" He mumbles before squeezing his heels in, the horse begins to slowly walk forward, Hezekiel gently tugs the reins in his left hand, she turns her head and follows as he gives slack again.

"Good girl.." he mumbles.

[meepmoopmaap]

Hikiro was a live wire, every touch making him dizzy and lightheaded. The world was entirely narrowed down, nothing existed outside of Hikiro and Hezekiel. And the horse, but gods Hikiro did not like the horse.

Hikiro watched as Hezekiel lead the horse, completely mesmerized by his confidence. He wondered why Hezekiel wasn't like this more often, gods Hikiro was gonna fill up a notebook just with rambling about how good confidence looked on him.

"So you uhm- you're good with horses?" He asked, feeling utterly stupid

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Hezekiel hums, nodding. His hips shift slightly with each step the mare takes, rising ever so slightly, thighs tensing against her strides.

"Grew up wi'h one. Marzipan, she uh, died. A li'l before I moved 'ere. An' I would help muck out some o' the stables 'round m' home town. Horses jus' make sense t' me. Ya can tell wha' they want or what they's thinkin' jus' from how they move an' such... Most o' the time they's thinkin' 'bout food. Or- or tha' their ear is itchy, or tha' they wanna run." He gets a little faster toward the end, excited, a small, giddy smile on his face, he reaches down and forward, scratching the horse's neck.

"They get scared easy, it's- humans can be loud and touch ya places ya don't much like, or they can be loud or angry. Horses can do all the same bu' its all 'bout how they been reared. They all 'ave different personalities, bu' tha' don't change their instincts or nothin', it jus'- they make sense. I- I feel like i can understand 'em."

Hezekiel shrugs, guiding the mare around a bend in the trail, she follows a single gentle pull, her baleful eyes blinking slow.

"See- uh, this lady, she's real calm. Didn't worry or nothin' when you were strugglin' t' mount. She were tense bu' she didn't panic or bolt, she turns good too. Some, uh- I drove cattle on a white mare one summer, Jabberwocky, ya'd hafta anticipate ya turn a good long span beforehand, she knew where she wanted t' go an it were never where ya wanted her t' go. Bu' she were strong, and the cattle didn't bother her none. Mr Deverra's sons ain't liked ridin' her an' he'd broken his leg so- ah, I'm a'ramblin'..." he hums, clearing his throat. He rolls his shoulders and sighs.

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[SADDLE] from that prompt list we tossed around. (sors It took so long lmao)

Hezekiel glares, his bottom lip slipping into its pout, upper lip stiff and shining with sweat. There's a hint of stubble there, peeking through.

"It's- it's part o' the task, Yaoyorozu! Git on the darn mare!" He flings his arm out and the mare behind him- warm brown with a deep black mane braided tight to her neck- whinnies and flicks her ears back, Hezekiel starts in turn, turning to her with a click of his tongue, sucking air through his molars, running a skinny hand soothingly down her neck. He sidesteps to stand in her eyeline, left hand slack on the reins. He rubs his hand over her muzzle, she butts her head into his shoulder, bending her neck down to scratch her jaw against him.

His red plaid shirt slips down his left shoulder, the vest underneath white and sticking to his skin, going near see-through at his shoulderblades. Watching him interact with horses, as though there's something simple to understand, it beomes all the more apparent how horrendously he interacts with humans. The barrier of, what, language? Socialisation? Culture? Has all disappeared.

He presses his face into the horse's head, nose to where her mane begins to sprout between her ears. He breathes for a few beats before she draws her head up and shakes her neack out, turning away from Hezekiel. He spins on the heel of his boot- no spurs, today, to look at Hikiro, more relaxed than he's ever seemed before.

[meepmoopmaap]

God Hikiro was so creeped out. Horses were so...unnerving. But Hezekiel liked them, and GOD did Hikiro like Hezekiel, so he could do it. He could man up and get on the horse. Besides, the creature seemed to interact with Hezekiel well, surely it wasn't rocket science!

He inched closer to the horse, glancing between it and Hezekiel for any sign that he was doing something wrong. Everytime the mare moved, Hikiro would jump back a step and stand like a statue before continuing his slow crawl.

"You're sure it's not gonna like...bite me, right? I've heard that horses bite people." Hikiro asked, his a voice a hushed whisper.

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"If ya ain't got ya hand near her mouth she can't bite. C'mon, if ya sit on 'er I can jus' lead her, she's real sweet- aren't'cha darlin'? Ain't ya so lovely? Could'a had ya edges left out a little cleaner but we can take tha' up wi'h ya braider back at the ol' stable, can't we?" He scratches behind her ear, speaking soft and quiet with a little smile on his face, the mare sniffs at him before butting her head into his chest, he chuckles and brings his empty hand up and flaps it, clenching his eyes shut and vigorously shaking his head, his twists whirling out in arcs through the air.

He slows to a stop, petting at the mare's head. He stiffens, looking at Hikiro as though he's spooked himself. He flushes, turning away.

"Jus'- do ya, uh, know how t' mount?" He mumbles, squeezing his hand tight into a fist, nails biting into his palms.

[meepmoopmaap]

Hikiro's face was red-hot, struggling to contain his excitement at how adorable Hezekiel was. "Oh- uhm- no. This is my first time seeing a horse in person." He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt so ridiculous, but at the same time he was more than happy to be the idiot and let Hezekiel take the spotlight on this one.

"Actually! Y'know! It might be better if I don't mount it! I've heard that Horses can- yknow- sense fear." He shrugged, trying to find any excuse to not get close to that Beast

[rubberbullet25]

Hezekiel stares, blank faced and very clearly judgemental. He sighs, glancing at the mare as she bends her head down to take a large bite of shrubbery, macking at it.

"Horses- they ain't psychics, they's jus' lived by humans f'r so long, they know what we's like when we's scared." Hezekiel shrugs his shoulder, slipping arounf the mare's shoulder to stand at her side, "it freaks 'em all out too, so jus' breathe, an'- an' we can ride 'er together. Jus' hold on an' don't- don't do anythin' 'cause if she spooks I don't know if I can trust ya t' keep on."

He lifts his right foot, slotting it into the stirrup, he grips the horn of the saddle, using his left leg to push off the ground, swinging over to slot his other boot into the stirrup over the mare's other side. He shuffles forward in the saddle, making room for Hikiro between his back and the cantle, he's placed himself almost entirely on the seat rise, he pushes down on the stirrups and folds himself almost in half, kicking his feet free, he lifts the skirt and fender to bring the stirrups lower, two holes on his left, one on his right. His hat falls forward, tipping over to near land on his head.

He straightens and tugs his hat properly onto his head, resting his hand on the horn, he fusses with the reins, from the bit they go through his pinkies, pressed in against his palms and out the top of his fists, thumbs tucked over, relaxed. He fixes up his posture, bending down briefly to pat at the mare's neck.

He looks at Hikiro and frowns. "Grip the far side o' the saddle, then jump up on her back, I'll help ya get ya legs on either side."

[meepmoopmaap]

It was like watching a baby giraffe learn to walk. He kept false-starting the jump, bracing himself and then backing out over and over again as his body shook. Finally, he managed to jump up and land on the saddle with a thud, almost over-shooting it and completely falling off the other side.

Immediately, Hikiro's arms came up to wrap around Hezekiel, holding him like a lifeline. Hikiro felt so small next to Hezekiel, he felt like a bumbling idiot being led by someone much cooler and smarter and hotter than him. He stared at the boy in front of him with pure awe, squirming in the saddle as he tried not to embarrass himself any further.

[rubberbullet25]

Hezekiel presses his lips together. He drops the reins with one hand to reach back, he adjusts Hikiro's leg placement with small pushes.

"Let 'em drop, it'll hurt bu' if I hit ya legs I won't be steerin' correctly." He says firm but not unkind, he peers over his shoulder, hand on Hikiro's knee. He pats his hand absently before ripping it away. Turning his head so fast his twists nealy hit Hikiro in the face. He bites at his lip, his shoulders steadily getting tenser, nerves building through him.

"Hold on tigh', alrigh'?" He mumbles before squeezing his heels in, the horse begins to slowly walk forward, Hezekiel gently tugs the reins in his left hand, she turns her head and follows as he gives slack again.

"Good girl.." he mumbles.

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[SADDLE] from that prompt list we tossed around. (sors It took so long lmao)

Hezekiel glares, his bottom lip slipping into its pout, upper lip stiff and shining with sweat. There's a hint of stubble there, peeking through.

"It's- it's part o' the task, Yaoyorozu! Git on the darn mare!" He flings his arm out and the mare behind him- warm brown with a deep black mane braided tight to her neck- whinnies and flicks her ears back, Hezekiel starts in turn, turning to her with a click of his tongue, sucking air through his molars, running a skinny hand soothingly down her neck. He sidesteps to stand in her eyeline, left hand slack on the reins. He rubs his hand over her muzzle, she butts her head into his shoulder, bending her neck down to scratch her jaw against him.

His red plaid shirt slips down his left shoulder, the vest underneath white and sticking to his skin, going near see-through at his shoulderblades. Watching him interact with horses, as though there's something simple to understand, it beomes all the more apparent how horrendously he interacts with humans. The barrier of, what, language? Socialisation? Culture? Has all disappeared.

He presses his face into the horse's head, nose to where her mane begins to sprout between her ears. He breathes for a few beats before she draws her head up and shakes her neack out, turning away from Hezekiel. He spins on the heel of his boot- no spurs, today, to look at Hikiro, more relaxed than he's ever seemed before.

[meepmoopmaap]

God Hikiro was so creeped out. Horses were so...unnerving. But Hezekiel liked them, and GOD did Hikiro like Hezekiel, so he could do it. He could man up and get on the horse. Besides, the creature seemed to interact with Hezekiel well, surely it wasn't rocket science!

He inched closer to the horse, glancing between it and Hezekiel for any sign that he was doing something wrong. Everytime the mare moved, Hikiro would jump back a step and stand like a statue before continuing his slow crawl.

"You're sure it's not gonna like...bite me, right? I've heard that horses bite people." Hikiro asked, his a voice a hushed whisper.

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"If ya ain't got ya hand near her mouth she can't bite. C'mon, if ya sit on 'er I can jus' lead her, she's real sweet- aren't'cha darlin'? Ain't ya so lovely? Could'a had ya edges left out a little cleaner but we can take tha' up wi'h ya braider back at the ol' stable, can't we?" He scratches behind her ear, speaking soft and quiet with a little smile on his face, the mare sniffs at him before butting her head into his chest, he chuckles and brings his empty hand up and flaps it, clenching his eyes shut and vigorously shaking his head, his twists whirling out in arcs through the air.

He slows to a stop, petting at the mare's head. He stiffens, looking at Hikiro as though he's spooked himself. He flushes, turning away.

"Jus'- do ya, uh, know how t' mount?" He mumbles, squeezing his hand tight into a fist, nails biting into his palms.

[meepmoopmaap]

Hikiro's face was red-hot, struggling to contain his excitement at how adorable Hezekiel was. "Oh- uhm- no. This is my first time seeing a horse in person." He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt so ridiculous, but at the same time he was more than happy to be the idiot and let Hezekiel take the spotlight on this one.

"Actually! Y'know! It might be better if I don't mount it! I've heard that Horses can- yknow- sense fear." He shrugged, trying to find any excuse to not get close to that Beast

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Hezekiel stares, blank faced and very clearly judgemental. He sighs, glancing at the mare as she bends her head down to take a large bite of shrubbery, macking at it.

"Horses- they ain't psychics, they's jus' lived by humans f'r so long, they know what we's like when we's scared." Hezekiel shrugs his shoulder, slipping arounf the mare's shoulder to stand at her side, "it freaks 'em all out too, so jus' breathe, an'- an' we can ride 'er together. Jus' hold on an' don't- don't do anythin' 'cause if she spooks I don't know if I can trust ya t' keep on."

He lifts his right foot, slotting it into the stirrup, he grips the horn of the saddle, using his left leg to push off the ground, swinging over to slot his other boot into the stirrup over the mare's other side. He shuffles forward in the saddle, making room for Hikiro between his back and the cantle, he's placed himself almost entirely on the seat rise, he pushes down on the stirrups and folds himself almost in half, kicking his feet free, he lifts the skirt and fender to bring the stirrups lower, two holes on his left, one on his right. His hat falls forward, tipping over to near land on his head.

He straightens and tugs his hat properly onto his head, resting his hand on the horn, he fusses with the reins, from the bit they go through his pinkies, pressed in against his palms and out the top of his fists, thumbs tucked over, relaxed. He fixes up his posture, bending down briefly to pat at the mare's neck.

He looks at Hikiro and frowns. "Grip the far side o' the saddle, then jump up on her back, I'll help ya get ya legs on either side."

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[SADDLE] from that prompt list we tossed around. (sors It took so long lmao)

Hezekiel glares, his bottom lip slipping into its pout, upper lip stiff and shining with sweat. There's a hint of stubble there, peeking through.

"It's- it's part o' the task, Yaoyorozu! Git on the darn mare!" He flings his arm out and the mare behind him- warm brown with a deep black mane braided tight to her neck- whinnies and flicks her ears back, Hezekiel starts in turn, turning to her with a click of his tongue, sucking air through his molars, running a skinny hand soothingly down her neck. He sidesteps to stand in her eyeline, left hand slack on the reins. He rubs his hand over her muzzle, she butts her head into his shoulder, bending her neck down to scratch her jaw against him.

His red plaid shirt slips down his left shoulder, the vest underneath white and sticking to his skin, going near see-through at his shoulderblades. Watching him interact with horses, as though there's something simple to understand, it beomes all the more apparent how horrendously he interacts with humans. The barrier of, what, language? Socialisation? Culture? Has all disappeared.

He presses his face into the horse's head, nose to where her mane begins to sprout between her ears. He breathes for a few beats before she draws her head up and shakes her neack out, turning away from Hezekiel. He spins on the heel of his boot- no spurs, today, to look at Hikiro, more relaxed than he's ever seemed before.

[meepmoopmaap]

God Hikiro was so creeped out. Horses were so...unnerving. But Hezekiel liked them, and GOD did Hikiro like Hezekiel, so he could do it. He could man up and get on the horse. Besides, the creature seemed to interact with Hezekiel well, surely it wasn't rocket science!

He inched closer to the horse, glancing between it and Hezekiel for any sign that he was doing something wrong. Everytime the mare moved, Hikiro would jump back a step and stand like a statue before continuing his slow crawl.

"You're sure it's not gonna like...bite me, right? I've heard that horses bite people." Hikiro asked, his a voice a hushed whisper.

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"If ya ain't got ya hand near her mouth she can't bite. C'mon, if ya sit on 'er I can jus' lead her, she's real sweet- aren't'cha darlin'? Ain't ya so lovely? Could'a had ya edges left out a little cleaner but we can take tha' up wi'h ya braider back at the ol' stable, can't we?" He scratches behind her ear, speaking soft and quiet with a little smile on his face, the mare sniffs at him before butting her head into his chest, he chuckles and brings his empty hand up and flaps it, clenching his eyes shut and vigorously shaking his head, his twists whirling out in arcs through the air.

He slows to a stop, petting at the mare's head. He stiffens, looking at Hikiro as though he's spooked himself. He flushes, turning away.

"Jus'- do ya, uh, know how t' mount?" He mumbles, squeezing his hand tight into a fist, nails biting into his palms.

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[SADDLE] from that prompt list we tossed around. (sors It took so long lmao)

Hezekiel glares, his bottom lip slipping into its pout, upper lip stiff and shining with sweat. There's a hint of stubble there, peeking through.

"It's- it's part o' the task, Yaoyorozu! Git on the darn mare!" He flings his arm out and the mare behind him- warm brown with a deep black mane braided tight to her neck- whinnies and flicks her ears back, Hezekiel starts in turn, turning to her with a click of his tongue, sucking air through his molars, running a skinny hand soothingly down her neck. He sidesteps to stand in her eyeline, left hand slack on the reins. He rubs his hand over her muzzle, she butts her head into his shoulder, bending her neck down to scratch her jaw against him.

His red plaid shirt slips down his left shoulder, the vest underneath white and sticking to his skin, going near see-through at his shoulderblades. Watching him interact with horses, as though there's something simple to understand, it beomes all the more apparent how horrendously he interacts with humans. The barrier of, what, language? Socialisation? Culture? Has all disappeared.

He presses his face into the horse's head, nose to where her mane begins to sprout between her ears. He breathes for a few beats before she draws her head up and shakes her neack out, turning away from Hezekiel. He spins on the heel of his boot- no spurs, today, to look at Hikiro, more relaxed than he's ever seemed before.

[melamemea]

This blog is accepting development anons!

Bug my character about their past! Ask them about the things you wonder about! Give them scenarios to get their brain going! Today is all about bringing out the growth hiding within my character.

[joniiverse]

Check out the johnny anime's server community on Discord – hang out with 3 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.

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[spookiesmausoleum]

Send me an au and I'll write a blurb about how my muse would be in it!

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Hikiro Yaoyorozu, a pretty popular kid in UA, had developed a HUGE crush on his classmate: Hezekial Nishiyama. And Hikiro showed that in the best way he knew how: picking on Hezekial in a way he thought was obviously friendly and sarcastic.

"Hezzy! How goes it, dude?" Hiriko asked in English locking his arm around Hezekiel's neck, pulling the taller boy down to Hikiro's level, and using his free hand to give him a noogie. He spoke with...mediocre English. It was clear that he wasn't fluent in English, but it was no surprise that he was top of the class in that subject.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to grab some food with me after school, but since I don't eat watery dough slop, I figured we wouldn't be able to agree on a place to eat" he teased, in a ton he was certain was OBVIOUSLY sarcasm, as he completely misrepresented what chicken and dumplings were.

Hezekiel tugs at a red bandana around his neck, he hums sadly. His hair is in brand new two strand twists, which are currently falling into his face as he keeps his head ducked, like he's hiding his eyes from view

"Yeah... Funny, I uh, I should be gettin' to, uh... ya know," Hezekiel starts off speaking, albeit quietly, but trails off into a mumble, his voice is soft and just on the edge of deep, as though it's not quite done dropping yet. His shoulders tense beneath Hikiro's arm, he's clearly uncomfortable. "Please, don't call me tha'..."

[meepmoopmaap]

"To do wait? I know you go skulking off to some corner to hide in every 5th period, which means it's your free period. Meaning that, unless hiding in some sad corner is really that important to you, you don't have anything to do." He pointed out, letting go of Hezekiel. "Cmon BFG, let's hang out!"

BFG, Big Friendly Giant. An American film the students were shown in English class to help them learn the language, a nuke on Hezekiel's already tanked reputation among his peers.

Hikiro might not be taller than Hezekiel, but he was tougher. The boy was on the school's competitive weightlifting team, competing even with students endowed with strength quirks. Oftentimes, he'd wind up shoving people around without realizing it. "I was actually gonna go get tatted up, need some throwing stars to add to my little bag of tricks. Wanna tag along? Not like you have anything else to do- y'know?" He asked, throwing his arm right back over Hezekiel's shoulders in what he perceived to be a friendly gesture. Instead, thanks to his leg up on the slender boy in terms of strength and his history of picking fun at him, it felt more like prison bars trapping Hezekiel into spending time with who he thought was his most persistent bully.

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Hezekiel whips his head around to look at Hiriko, with his hair out of his face, it's clear to see the eyeliner he's wearing. Black along his waterline, blended out and with small, barely there downturned wings at his outer corners.

"I- uh, ya... ya ain't plannin' on takin' no f'r an answer, are ya?" Hezekiel sounds.. sad. Resigned to his fate. "Nah, nothin' t' do."

Hezekiel appears entirely unaware of Hikiro's playfully teasing tone, he is morose and gloomy, his brow twisted in apparent unease. He looks like a boy being led to his cell rather than a boy being asked on a thinly veiled date.

[meepmoopmaap]

Hikiro beamed, this was a big success! A date! A real date with the cutest guy he had ever seen in his life! He started leading Hezekiel to the gate leading out of the school. "It's just up the road, and my artist is quick with it so we'll be back in time for class!" He promised, keeping his arm around Hezekiel in what he thought was a romantic gesture.

"Soooo- what was it like living in America? Where'd you live? Did you take English for the easy A? Have you ever had to correct the teacher?" Hikiro asked, obliviously rapid-firing questions as he felt nerves settle in. In his mind, this was an awkward first date with TOTAL romantic opportunity. Hikiro had never been good at reading facial expressions.

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With Hikiro's arm wrapped around his schoulders, Hezekiel was forced to slouch, tucking his chin and mouth into his bandana.

"It were uh, fine, I guess... Georgia, an' we- Yaoyorozu, we don't choose wha' we take in this school..?" Hezekiel reaches up to fuss with his twists, taking one between his finger and thumb, rubbing over the texture of it almost reverently.

"Nope, the, uh, the teachin' is fine. It's backwards bu' it prolly helps learnin' Japanese, somehow... Maybe..." He mumbles himself into silence, glancing around as they walked, the spurs on his boots jingling with each of his steps.

[meepmoopmaap]

"...ah yeah that's true. Well- uhm-" He rambled, afraid of fumbling his 'date'. Thankfully. they arrived at the tattoo parlor and Hikiro could change the subject. "Here we are!!! One day you should totally get a tattoo, I mean you sure kinda a pussy and would pass out, but it'd be worth it!" He laughed, pulling Hezekiel into the parlor with him

Hikiro seemed a lot more confident when chatting with the tattoo artist, who occasionally spared Hezekiel a sympathy glance, it seems like everyone except Hikiro saw how his actions came across. He showed the artist the design for his throwing stars, then glanced over at Hezekiel and grinned, leaning over to whisper something to the artist.

"Sooooo, Hezzy, you wanna watch?" Hikiro offered, taking his arm off of Hezekiel's shoulder to offer his hand. In his own mind, Hikiro was flustered and nervous and was being just the tiniest bit romantic.

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Hezekiel stares at the proffered hand like a soldier watching a shrapnel shell arc over No Man's Land. His fingers twitch, but his hand doesn't raise. Instead he glares, a bit, brow furrowing

"I ain't a pussy, I got a tattoo. I'm a man," He almost pouts, crossing his arms and deliberately directing his attention around the parlor.

"Sure, I'll watch." He says it like he's accepting a challenge, the herculean trial of his masculinity, watching another boy get repeatedly stabbed. He raises one hand to fiddle with the edge of his bandana, tucking his finger under the first layer to thumb at a poor repair job done in bright blue thread, like a first attempt never once passed over again.

[meepmoopmaap]

Hiriko giggled, shrugging his shoulders as he got settled in the chair. "I'd've never guessed with a voice like yours." he teased, getting his shirt off and flexing his muscles ever so subtly for Hezekiel. Hiriko had a massive shield on his chest, various bits of armor on his limbs and such, and the spaces in between those larger pieces were filled with a wide variety of things. Weapons, food, random objects that might be useful in specific situations, and the occasional silly tattoo.

He held out his arm, gesturing to the space right above his wrist. "From here to my inner elbow, gimme some wicked looking throwing stars. And the other thing we talked about." He instructed, blushing ever so slightly at the mention of this other secret tattoo.

He turned his head to look over at Hezekiel, grinning at him. "Sooo- you got ink? I'd've pegged you for the kinda guy who passes out from a flu shot." he teased.

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Hezekiel quickly averts his eyes, turning his back to Hikiro, his dark, reddish brown cowboy hat pointed at him instead. He keeps his attention pointedly on the tattoo samples around the parlour.

Hezekiel sighs, rubbing the space between his brows. "Yeah, I were twelve an' stupid. It ain't all tha' special... Nothin' like any o' yours." He sounds like he deeply regrets his choices. Turing back half a step to look Hikiro in the eye, "Shocked ya ain't noticed it when we's changin' or nothin'... Though it's prolly gotten hard t' see on m' skin if ya ain't lookin' f'r it..." Hezekiel hums, "It ain't like a main to struggle wi'h thank sort'a thing..." He mutters

[mrsqadiral-asmai]

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll give you some lore about my ocs, at random unless specifically asked for.

[joniiverse]

plelase

[rubberbullet25]

Hikiro Yaoyorozu, a pretty popular kid in UA, had developed a HUGE crush on his classmate: Hezekial Nishiyama. And Hikiro showed that in the best way he knew how: picking on Hezekial in a way he thought was obviously friendly and sarcastic.

"Hezzy! How goes it, dude?" Hiriko asked in English locking his arm around Hezekiel's neck, pulling the taller boy down to Hikiro's level, and using his free hand to give him a noogie. He spoke with...mediocre English. It was clear that he wasn't fluent in English, but it was no surprise that he was top of the class in that subject.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to grab some food with me after school, but since I don't eat watery dough slop, I figured we wouldn't be able to agree on a place to eat" he teased, in a ton he was certain was OBVIOUSLY sarcasm, as he completely misrepresented what chicken and dumplings were.

Hezekiel tugs at a red bandana around his neck, he hums sadly. His hair is in brand new two strand twists, which are currently falling into his face as he keeps his head ducked, like he's hiding his eyes from view

"Yeah... Funny, I uh, I should be gettin' to, uh... ya know," Hezekiel starts off speaking, albeit quietly, but trails off into a mumble, his voice is soft and just on the edge of deep, as though it's not quite done dropping yet. His shoulders tense beneath Hikiro's arm, he's clearly uncomfortable. "Please, don't call me tha'..."

[meepmoopmaap]

"To do wait? I know you go skulking off to some corner to hide in every 5th period, which means it's your free period. Meaning that, unless hiding in some sad corner is really that important to you, you don't have anything to do." He pointed out, letting go of Hezekiel. "Cmon BFG, let's hang out!"

BFG, Big Friendly Giant. An American film the students were shown in English class to help them learn the language, a nuke on Hezekiel's already tanked reputation among his peers.

Hikiro might not be taller than Hezekiel, but he was tougher. The boy was on the school's competitive weightlifting team, competing even with students endowed with strength quirks. Oftentimes, he'd wind up shoving people around without realizing it. "I was actually gonna go get tatted up, need some throwing stars to add to my little bag of tricks. Wanna tag along? Not like you have anything else to do- y'know?" He asked, throwing his arm right back over Hezekiel's shoulders in what he perceived to be a friendly gesture. Instead, thanks to his leg up on the slender boy in terms of strength and his history of picking fun at him, it felt more like prison bars trapping Hezekiel into spending time with who he thought was his most persistent bully.

[rubberbullet25]

Hezekiel whips his head around to look at Hiriko, with his hair out of his face, it's clear to see the eyeliner he's wearing. Black along his waterline, blended out and with small, barely there downturned wings at his outer corners.

"I- uh, ya... ya ain't plannin' on takin' no f'r an answer, are ya?" Hezekiel sounds.. sad. Resigned to his fate. "Nah, nothin' t' do."

Hezekiel appears entirely unaware of Hikiro's playfully teasing tone, he is morose and gloomy, his brow twisted in apparent unease. He looks like a boy being led to his cell rather than a boy being asked on a thinly veiled date.

[meepmoopmaap]

Hikiro beamed, this was a big success! A date! A real date with the cutest guy he had ever seen in his life! He started leading Hezekiel to the gate leading out of the school. "It's just up the road, and my artist is quick with it so we'll be back in time for class!" He promised, keeping his arm around Hezekiel in what he thought was a romantic gesture.

"Soooo- what was it like living in America? Where'd you live? Did you take English for the easy A? Have you ever had to correct the teacher?" Hikiro asked, obliviously rapid-firing questions as he felt nerves settle in. In his mind, this was an awkward first date with TOTAL romantic opportunity. Hikiro had never been good at reading facial expressions.

[rubberbullet25]

With Hikiro's arm wrapped around his schoulders, Hezekiel was forced to slouch, tucking his chin and mouth into his bandana.

"It were uh, fine, I guess... Georgia, an' we- Yaoyorozu, we don't choose wha' we take in this school..?" Hezekiel reaches up to fuss with his twists, taking one between his finger and thumb, rubbing over the texture of it almost reverently.

"Nope, the, uh, the teachin' is fine. It's backwards bu' it prolly helps learnin' Japanese, somehow... Maybe..." He mumbles himself into silence, glancing around as they walked, the spurs on his boots jingling with each of his steps.

[meepmoopmaap]

"...ah yeah that's true. Well- uhm-" He rambled, afraid of fumbling his 'date'. Thankfully. they arrived at the tattoo parlor and Hikiro could change the subject. "Here we are!!! One day you should totally get a tattoo, I mean you sure kinda a pussy and would pass out, but it'd be worth it!" He laughed, pulling Hezekiel into the parlor with him

Hikiro seemed a lot more confident when chatting with the tattoo artist, who occasionally spared Hezekiel a sympathy glance, it seems like everyone except Hikiro saw how his actions came across. He showed the artist the design for his throwing stars, then glanced over at Hezekiel and grinned, leaning over to whisper something to the artist.

"Sooooo, Hezzy, you wanna watch?" Hikiro offered, taking his arm off of Hezekiel's shoulder to offer his hand. In his own mind, Hikiro was flustered and nervous and was being just the tiniest bit romantic.

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Hezekiel stares at the proffered hand like a soldier watching a shrapnel shell arc over No Man's Land. His fingers twitch, but his hand doesn't raise. Instead he glares, a bit, brow furrowing

"I ain't a pussy, I got a tattoo. I'm a man," He almost pouts, crossing his arms and deliberately directing his attention around the parlor.

"Sure, I'll watch." He says it like he's accepting a challenge, the herculean trial of his masculinity, watching another boy get repeatedly stabbed. He raises one hand to fiddle with the edge of his bandana, tucking his finger under the first layer to thumb at a poor repair job done in bright blue thread, like a first attempt never once passed over again.

[aurorarpresources]

Symbol Headcanon Questions

🐕 : How hard is it earn your muses loyalty?

🐈: Can your muse sleep anywhere or do they need specific conditions?

🐎: How fast can your muse run?

🦊 : Is your muse more cunning or straightforward?

🐇 : How easily does your muse get scared?

🐿️ : Does your muse collect anything?

🦝 : How chaotic is your muse?

🐺 : Is your muse more comfortable alone or as part of a group?

🐻 : How does your muse react when woken up unexpectedly?

🐢 : Is your muse patient, or do they rush things?

🐙 : How well does your muse multitask?

🦢 : Does your muse care much about appearances or presentation?

🦜 : How talkative is your muse?

🦚 : Does your muse enjoy attention?

🐉 : Is your muse possessive?

🐘 : How good is your muse's memory?

🐝 : Is your muse a hard worker or a slacker?

🐔 : Would your muse ever commit cannibalism?

🦉 : Is your muse more active at night or during the day?

🦈 : What would it take to make your muse bite someone?

🕷️ : Does your muse enjoy scaring people?

[rubberbullet25]

Hikiro Yaoyorozu, a pretty popular kid in UA, had developed a HUGE crush on his classmate: Hezekial Nishiyama. And Hikiro showed that in the best way he knew how: picking on Hezekial in a way he thought was obviously friendly and sarcastic.

"Hezzy! How goes it, dude?" Hiriko asked in English locking his arm around Hezekiel's neck, pulling the taller boy down to Hikiro's level, and using his free hand to give him a noogie. He spoke with...mediocre English. It was clear that he wasn't fluent in English, but it was no surprise that he was top of the class in that subject.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to grab some food with me after school, but since I don't eat watery dough slop, I figured we wouldn't be able to agree on a place to eat" he teased, in a ton he was certain was OBVIOUSLY sarcasm, as he completely misrepresented what chicken and dumplings were.

Hezekiel tugs at a red bandana around his neck, he hums sadly. His hair is in brand new two strand twists, which are currently falling into his face as he keeps his head ducked, like he's hiding his eyes from view

"Yeah... Funny, I uh, I should be gettin' to, uh... ya know," Hezekiel starts off speaking, albeit quietly, but trails off into a mumble, his voice is soft and just on the edge of deep, as though it's not quite done dropping yet. His shoulders tense beneath Hikiro's arm, he's clearly uncomfortable. "Please, don't call me tha'..."

[meepmoopmaap]

"To do wait? I know you go skulking off to some corner to hide in every 5th period, which means it's your free period. Meaning that, unless hiding in some sad corner is really that important to you, you don't have anything to do." He pointed out, letting go of Hezekiel. "Cmon BFG, let's hang out!"

BFG, Big Friendly Giant. An American film the students were shown in English class to help them learn the language, a nuke on Hezekiel's already tanked reputation among his peers.

Hikiro might not be taller than Hezekiel, but he was tougher. The boy was on the school's competitive weightlifting team, competing even with students endowed with strength quirks. Oftentimes, he'd wind up shoving people around without realizing it. "I was actually gonna go get tatted up, need some throwing stars to add to my little bag of tricks. Wanna tag along? Not like you have anything else to do- y'know?" He asked, throwing his arm right back over Hezekiel's shoulders in what he perceived to be a friendly gesture. Instead, thanks to his leg up on the slender boy in terms of strength and his history of picking fun at him, it felt more like prison bars trapping Hezekiel into spending time with who he thought was his most persistent bully.

[rubberbullet25]

Hezekiel whips his head around to look at Hiriko, with his hair out of his face, it's clear to see the eyeliner he's wearing. Black along his waterline, blended out and with small, barely there downturned wings at his outer corners.

"I- uh, ya... ya ain't plannin' on takin' no f'r an answer, are ya?" Hezekiel sounds.. sad. Resigned to his fate. "Nah, nothin' t' do."

Hezekiel appears entirely unaware of Hikiro's playfully teasing tone, he is morose and gloomy, his brow twisted in apparent unease. He looks like a boy being led to his cell rather than a boy being asked on a thinly veiled date.

[meepmoopmaap]

Hikiro beamed, this was a big success! A date! A real date with the cutest guy he had ever seen in his life! He started leading Hezekiel to the gate leading out of the school. "It's just up the road, and my artist is quick with it so we'll be back in time for class!" He promised, keeping his arm around Hezekiel in what he thought was a romantic gesture.

"Soooo- what was it like living in America? Where'd you live? Did you take English for the easy A? Have you ever had to correct the teacher?" Hikiro asked, obliviously rapid-firing questions as he felt nerves settle in. In his mind, this was an awkward first date with TOTAL romantic opportunity. Hikiro had never been good at reading facial expressions.

[rubberbullet25]

With Hikiro's arm wrapped around his schoulders, Hezekiel was forced to slouch, tucking his chin and mouth into his bandana.

"It were uh, fine, I guess... Georgia, an' we- Yaoyorozu, we don't choose wha' we take in this school..?" Hezekiel reaches up to fuss with his twists, taking one between his finger and thumb, rubbing over the texture of it almost reverently.

"Nope, the, uh, the teachin' is fine. It's backwards bu' it prolly helps learnin' Japanese, somehow... Maybe..." He mumbles himself into silence, glancing around as they walked, the spurs on his boots jingling with each of his steps.

[rubberbullet25]

Hikiro Yaoyorozu, a pretty popular kid in UA, had developed a HUGE crush on his classmate: Hezekial Nishiyama. And Hikiro showed that in the best way he knew how: picking on Hezekial in a way he thought was obviously friendly and sarcastic.

"Hezzy! How goes it, dude?" Hiriko asked in English locking his arm around Hezekiel's neck, pulling the taller boy down to Hikiro's level, and using his free hand to give him a noogie. He spoke with...mediocre English. It was clear that he wasn't fluent in English, but it was no surprise that he was top of the class in that subject.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to grab some food with me after school, but since I don't eat watery dough slop, I figured we wouldn't be able to agree on a place to eat" he teased, in a ton he was certain was OBVIOUSLY sarcasm, as he completely misrepresented what chicken and dumplings were.

Hezekiel tugs at a red bandana around his neck, he hums sadly. His hair is in brand new two strand twists, which are currently falling into his face as he keeps his head ducked, like he's hiding his eyes from view

"Yeah... Funny, I uh, I should be gettin' to, uh... ya know," Hezekiel starts off speaking, albeit quietly, but trails off into a mumble, his voice is soft and just on the edge of deep, as though it's not quite done dropping yet. His shoulders tense beneath Hikiro's arm, he's clearly uncomfortable. "Please, don't call me tha'..."

[meepmoopmaap]

"To do wait? I know you go skulking off to some corner to hide in every 5th period, which means it's your free period. Meaning that, unless hiding in some sad corner is really that important to you, you don't have anything to do." He pointed out, letting go of Hezekiel. "Cmon BFG, let's hang out!"

BFG, Big Friendly Giant. An American film the students were shown in English class to help them learn the language, a nuke on Hezekiel's already tanked reputation among his peers.

Hikiro might not be taller than Hezekiel, but he was tougher. The boy was on the school's competitive weightlifting team, competing even with students endowed with strength quirks. Oftentimes, he'd wind up shoving people around without realizing it. "I was actually gonna go get tatted up, need some throwing stars to add to my little bag of tricks. Wanna tag along? Not like you have anything else to do- y'know?" He asked, throwing his arm right back over Hezekiel's shoulders in what he perceived to be a friendly gesture. Instead, thanks to his leg up on the slender boy in terms of strength and his history of picking fun at him, it felt more like prison bars trapping Hezekiel into spending time with who he thought was his most persistent bully.

[rubberbullet25]

Hezekiel whips his head around to look at Hiriko, with his hair out of his face, it's clear to see the eyeliner he's wearing. Black along his waterline, blended out and with small, barely there downturned wings at his outer corners.

"I- uh, ya... ya ain't plannin' on takin' no f'r an answer, are ya?" Hezekiel sounds.. sad. Resigned to his fate. "Nah, nothin' t' do."

Hezekiel appears entirely unaware of Hikiro's playfully teasing tone, he is morose and gloomy, his brow twisted in apparent unease. He looks like a boy being led to his cell rather than a boy being asked on a thinly veiled date.