Hezekiel

There's a knock on Rei's door.

Well, three knocks. Each with an awkward, off-beat gap between them.

Outside, Hezekiel grips a small piece of paper, yellow and thin. He glances at it, glances at the nameplate by the door, brings the paper up to near touch his nose, squinting at it. His eyes- orange with odd pupils, black crosshairs- briefly light up in a shimmering red, like a garnet catching light. They stop quickly.

He rubs his eye with a fist, blinking quickly once he stops. He raises his hand to knock once again.

- @rubberbullet25

*she answers the door and looks a little surprised*

Hello again

His eyes go wide, "Ah- hello, ma'am. I- sorry, I think I've done got the wrong place, tha's m' mistake, I apologise."

He bows, stiff and stilted.

Well maybe I can help you get to the right place. Where are you trying to go?

Hezekiel hands over the note. The ink is old, faded. But still clearly reads Rei's address. The paper is yellowed, aged, probably about a decade old.

"I- m' classmates are pranksters, it's prolly the wrong- y'know," he waves a hand, "–an' it ain't like I c'n claim literacy 'r nothin',"

Hezekiel hovers a hand near his shoulder, as if he really wants to pull his hat atop his head, he's got a slight grin on his face, tugging one side of his mouth up. His teeth are white, a bit big for his face, like he'll grow into them.

Who are you looking for?

"M' classmate, Kasumi Hisakawa."

There's a knock on Rei's door.

Well, three knocks. Each with an awkward, off-beat gap between them.

He rubs his eye with a fist, blinking quickly once he stops. He raises his hand to knock once again.

- @rubberbullet25

*she answers the door and looks a little surprised*

Hello again

His eyes go wide, "Ah- hello, ma'am. I- sorry, I think I've done got the wrong place, tha's m' mistake, I apologise."

He bows, stiff and stilted.

Well maybe I can help you get to the right place. Where are you trying to go?

Hezekiel hands over the note. The ink is old, faded. But still clearly reads Rei's address. The paper is yellowed, aged, probably about a decade old.

"I- m' classmates are pranksters, it's prolly the wrong- y'know," he waves a hand, "–an' it ain't like I c'n claim literacy 'r nothin',"

Who are you looking for?

"M' classmate, Kasumi Hisakawa."

📖✍️

what's hez writing about Hikiro....

I still ain't quite sure what to think of Yaoyorozu. Ain't even sure what honorific I'm supposed to be using for him. How do you refer to someone who hates you respectfully? Ma would know.

Sometimes he says things to me, about what I'm wearing and what I'm eating that males me think of Ma. He took my writing practice during homeroom today and told me I should just keep to talking. Ma said that same thing once.

He grabbed my belt loop in the locker room the other day. It weren't decent or anything. Mason would pull me along by my belt loops, clipped a lead rope to them and ran me around.

Whenever I put my makeup on I think it'll be the day he notices and says something. I'll need to figure out what makeup remover's called over here.

There's a knock on Rei's door.

Well, three knocks. Each with an awkward, off-beat gap between them.

He rubs his eye with a fist, blinking quickly once he stops. He raises his hand to knock once again.

- @rubberbullet25

*she answers the door and looks a little surprised*

Hello again

His eyes go wide, "Ah- hello, ma'am. I- sorry, I think I've done got the wrong place, tha's m' mistake, I apologise."

He bows, stiff and stilted.

Well maybe I can help you get to the right place. Where are you trying to go?

#ooc//#i told myself i wouldn't put in unnecessary description #n yet here i am #with 2 more paragraphs than i wanted #timeline n alternate universe shenanigans ilyyyy

Hezekiel hands over the note. The ink is old, faded. But still clearly reads Rei's address. The paper is yellowed, aged, probably about a decade old.

"I- m' classmates are pranksters, it's prolly the wrong- y'know," he waves a hand, "–an' it ain't like I c'n claim literacy 'r nothin',"

There's a knock on Rei's door.

Well, three knocks. Each with an awkward, off-beat gap between them.

He rubs his eye with a fist, blinking quickly once he stops. He raises his hand to knock once again.

- @rubberbullet25

*she answers the door and looks a little surprised*

Hello again

His eyes go wide, "Ah- hello, ma'am. I- sorry, I think I've done got the wrong place, tha's m' mistake, I apologise."

He bows, stiff and stilted.

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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.

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.

"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.

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

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."

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.

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.

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

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.

"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

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.

"They're just called roller blades, but yeah." He chuckled, suddenly sitting up at the accusations. "I'm not? I'm just saying that the big turn radius reminds me of learning to rollerblade- please don't make her gallop." He pleaded, his tone verging on fear. He felt unsteady enough as it was, the thought of trying to maintain balance on a galloping horse was a far too daunting task for Hikiro.

He honestly wasn't sure what to say. In his own mind, Hikiro didn't see the way he picked on Hezekiel. He saw his actions as ranging from playful banter to outright flirting. "I- I never said you were. I meant it- I liked hearing you talk about stuff you like." He said with a huff, looking away as he tried to figure out where he went wrong this time. It felt like every conversation with Hezekiel was a big puzzle, and Hikiro was missing half the pieces.

Hezekiel stays silent, he brings the mare to a halt, they're in a clearing on the mountainside. There's a little pit in the centre for a fire and a few decrepit benches. Hezekiel surveys the area with a sharp eye, he nods, seemingly to himself.

"Good. Well... Passable." He mutters. He dismounts smoothly, walking sidelong to the mare, unpacking her saddlebags of their tent and fire starting kit. He hums to himself, "Ya don't hafta butter me up, Yaoyorozu."

"I'll keep ya alive, either way. 'm trainin' t'be a hero, ain't a good look t' leave ya f'r dead." He says it like he's joking, but there's a graveness to him. In the way he seems to genuinely believe Hikiro will die without his presence.

Hikiro had to believe that was just a joke, because hezekiel is entirely correct: Hikiro wasn’t making it through this without him.

“Buttering you up implies I don’t mean it?” He pointed out, as if he were something sooooo obvious that Hezekiel simply glossed over. His attempts to dismount were a lot less smooth, his effort to mimic Hezekiel left him face down in the dirt, scrambling to get away from the horse; he’d seen to many videos of being falling under hoof and he refused to join their ranks.

“So! Where off to now? I’m…not exactly the best at wilderness stuff so I’m trusting you!” He beamed, giving Hezekiel a thumbs up

At Hikiro's fall, Hezekiel half gets to standing, he grimaces all bent up on one knee.

"Uh... ya alright?" He asks, but largely seems to not expect a real answer. "Ah... could ya get the axe outta that there pack an' chop some firewood? I ain't... I ain't got the arm strength."

Hezekiel seems exceptionally ashamed to admit his lacking strength, his lacking masculinity.

He pitches up their tent, a thick canvas in dark brown, then starts unfolding a single body camp bed. He slides it into the tent with a quiet grunt, he stands back, unbuttoning his plaid shirt to wipe sweat from his brow using his undershirt. His stomach is flat, smooth.

His hipbones jut out from the waist of his starched jeans, without his shirt in the way, his belt is on show, a shining rectangular buckle, silver, with two horses rearing onto their hindlegs. It's on the final hole, a rough one thats not quite circular, Hezekiel must have had to pierce it through himself. There's a patch on his jeans, at his hip, black cotton sewn over the blue denim.

He wets his lip with his tongue, face flushed with heat, sweaty and fatigued. He drops his vest, it bunches just an inch and a half above the band of his jeans, keeping his hipbones on display.

"I mean- I've never held an axe but it can't be hard! Ill just- uhm- yknow" Hikiro trailed off, staring at Hezekiel. His hip bones...his waist.....the mental images of what was behind that belt buckle. Hikiro was flustered, to be polite. He watched Hezekiel wet his lips, the sweat dripping down his brow...and then he noticed the singular bed.

He rushed over to the tent, staring at the bed as if he were seeing things. Maybe this was just a really good acid trip...

"So...one bed? You ever uhm- you ever watched Brokeback Mountain?" Hikiro asked, trying to flirt and failing. Hikiro had a dopey grin on his face as he waited for Hezekiel's reaction, praying that his intentions got properly picked up on. He found that, with Hezekiel, things always got muddled. His compliments, his flirts, even the date he took Hezekiel on! For some reason, it never stuck.

"No, I ain't... Why- nevermind. We'll sleep in shifts, keep watch. Remember, we don't know when we's gonna get ambushed, it's jus' this an' then we can graduate jus' fine." Hezekiel bends over. His overlarge shirt sliding up and over his side.

Just there, just peeking, just ever so carefully above the puckered waistband of his too-big jeans, is the string of a white thong. Cutting through the shaky swirls of his stick and poke tattoo.

It clings to the precipice of his hipbone, desperate to stay up against the lack of fat on his bones.

"I know the theory, I can show ya how t' hold it an' all. Ya jus' got better physique." Hezekiel hums, straigtening the lay of the thin mattress on the cot, he stiffens, suddenly.

"F'r uh, choppin' wood. Not- well- I ain't sayin' ya ain't attract- I- don't take tha'- oh, jus' forget I opened m' mouth..." Hezekiel trails off, sighing under his breath. Cheeks flushing red behind the cover of his locs.

Hikiro didn't notice it when he fell, but suddenly he was on the ground staring up at Hezekiel's ass. He had noticed the thong, and the tattoo, and Hezekiel's bare skin, and then the nail in the coffin: he imagined- ahem- certain parts of Hezekiel's anatomy in that thong. He had taken a step forward, just as a knee-jerk reaction. Then, out of fear of getting caught looking, he took a massive step back. He wound up tripping, and now he was flat on his ass staring at Hezekiel's.

His face flushed when Hezekiel kinda-sorta called him hot, and sorta-kinda was all he needed to get his mind running 100 miles an hour. It was a good thing he brought his diary with him. "you think I'm attractive?" He finally spoke, still unaware of his seat in the dirt. However, he wouldn't have minded. It gave him a nice view.

Hezekiel hums, high and stressed, like an overheating printer.

"I- ya ain't- ya ain't unattractive or nothin'- tha'- I'm sure ya real popular wi'h ladies, tha' weren't wha' I were tryin' t' say," he sounds dejected, embarrassed. He straightens up, tugging his hat onto his head before turning around, hand pulling the brim lower, lower, lower. He tucks his thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans, tugging them higher. Cheeks flushed.

"W-" he glances down, frowning, "why are ya on the floor..?"

"...why am I on the floor?" He repeated, looking around as he just realized it. He got back up on his feet, dusting himself off. "I uh- don't worry about it. I'm fine." Hikiro huffed, his cheeks flushed as he tried to compose himself.

He ran his fingers through his hair, a little smile on his face as he thought back to what Hezekiel said. "You said I'm not unattractive, meaning you think I'm attractive" He teased, playfully poking Hezekiel in the shoulder. He spun on his heel, walking off to find the axe.

"Soooo- how much wood am I cutting? How long are we even staying out here?" He asked, hoping for a short answer. He hated the outdoors, and there was only so much he'd tolerate even if it meant being near Hezekiel.

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He blinks, as though he's trying not to cry. He ducks his head, allowing his locs to fall into a curtain around his face, covering his eyes.

He hums, high and reedy but quiet. He tugs his hat lower on his head, following Hikiro after a minute or so.

"As- as much as ya can, uh- should be three nights an' three days, I- ya need t' eat extra f'r ya quirk, don't ya? If we run out an' it becomes a problem I c'n go huntin', I- I asked 'bout tha' back 't base one. They's said tha' Forrestry has the permits." Hezekiel, somewhere deep down, somewhere shameful and selfish, the same part of him that hopes Hikiro's hand will linger when it touches him, hopes he gets to hunt. Their teachers had been pushing for him to use guns. He had been rejecting it since he moved to Japan and only caved during his work study. Holding the weight of his revolver was familiar, comforting, but at the same time it made him truly feel like his father's son.

He remembered his first kill. Laid prone and cold on the ground of the forest, Lamont's large hand on his shoulder, deep voice reminding him to be still, breathe, aim and fire. The hunting rifle was too big for him to carry comfortably, and pulling the trigger made him let out a grunt of effort. The doe had crowed out a loud yell, and startled away the elk Lamont had been planning to kill.

When Lamont had strung her up and pressed a knife into Hezekiel's hands, he could've sworn there was a glimmer of pride in his father's eye, in the way he guided Hezekiel's small fingers around the hilt, the way he huffed and scrubbed the hot and sticky blood off Hezekiel's cheeks.

Hezekiel enjoyed hunting. Hezekiel enjoyed pretending, just for a week, that he could be the man Lamont dreamed he would be. That when he skins and breaks down deer and elk, they can be father and son. Not the odd ghosts of each other they were.

are you good with kids?

I ain't all that responsible wi'h 'em, stresses me out like nothin' else

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Oversharing Asks

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Who hurt you the most?

Who have you hurt the most?

Who do you miss the most?

Who do you want out of your life the most?

Who had the biggest positive impact on you?

Who had the biggest negative impact on you?

Who do you wish you could be honest with?

Who have you harbored (any kind of!) secret feelings towards?

Who would the world be better off without?

Who do you wish you’d treated differently?

What was the worst day of your life?

What’s your greatest fear?

What’s your biggest insecurity?

What’s your biggest regret?

Describe your ideal world.

Describe your personal hell.

What’s a hopeless dream you’re still holding on to?

What’s the most embarrassed you’ve ever been?

What’s the angriest you’ve ever been?

What’s the saddest you’ve ever been?

What’s the most scared you’ve ever been?

What’s the most hopeless you’ve ever felt?

What’s the most frantic you’ve ever felt?

What’s the bravest you’ve ever felt?

What’s the best case scenario for your future?

What’s the worst case scenario for you future?

What’s the most physical pain you’ve ever felt?

What’s the most emotional pain you’ve ever felt?

Describe a time you felt like a hypocrite.

Describe a time you felt like a traitor.

Describe a time you felt like a hero.

Describe a time you felt inhuman.

Describe a time you felt like a failure.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?

What are you proudest of?

What’s your relationship with your family like?

What’s your relationship with religion like?

Talk about someone you’ve lost.

Talk about someone who abandoned you.

Talk about a desire you have that scares you.

What’s something you wish you were capable of?

What’s something you’re afraid that you’re capable of?

Describe the kind of life you wish you’d been born into.

Describe your worst heartbreak.

Describe your worst disappointment.

Have you ever taken a fall for someone?

Have you ever forced or let someone take a fall for you?

Have you ever done serious physical harm to someone?

Have you ever done serious emotional harm to someone?

Have you ever self-harmed?

Have you ever attempted suicide?

Have you ever stolen something?

Have you ever cheated on someone?

Have you ever been cheated on?

Have you ever taken revenge on someone?

Have you ever seriously considered killing somone?

Have you ever betrayed someone who trusted you?

Have you ever experienced something supernatural or unexplainable?

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SOPPING WET SCENARIOS ( add + inv for the scenario to be inversed )

[ ☂️ ] - sender finds receiver without an umbrella and it's raining heavy

[ 🌂 ] - neither sender nor receiver are in possession of an umbrella and it's raining heavy

[ 🚪 ] - sender shows up at receiver's door soaking wet

[ 🏠 ] - both parties are stuck at either party's home due to a heavy storm

[ 🧽 ] - both parties have to clean up after a storm

[ 🔍 ] - sender finds the receiver trying to find something that has been lost in a body of water

[ 🚗 ] - sender finds the receiver and their vehicle impeded by heavy weather

[ 🏊‍♂️ ] - both parties go swimming

[ 🌊 ] - sender has to rescue receiver from almost drowning

[ 🚿 ] - sender walks in on receiver taking a shower

[ 🚽 ] - sender walks in on receiver taking a piss

[ 🏝 ] - both parties are stranded on an islet

[ 🪼 ] - sender finds receiver floating face down in the water

An anonymous not was left in Hezekiel's locker, the handwriting crude and scribbly.

"Faggot. Go back to whatever hovel you crawled out of. Queer. Fairy. I hope you die in a car crash with all that sugar in your tank."

Hezekiel squints at the handwriting. The strain from using his quirk all day- intensity training, The Count called it, had made his eyesight fuzzy.

"Fa- oh..." He hums, something sad and strange, folding up the paper in half then half again, though he smooths out his second fold, left eyelid twitching, he breathes out slowly as he attempts again to get a clean, even fold. When he checks the sides against each other, they're still uneven.

A distressed hum slips out of him, he unfolds the paper again. Re-reads it. Folds it again. Folds it once more. He sighs, relieved.

There are tears in his eyes, whether brought on by his sudden obsession or by the notes contents is hard to say. Perhaps a mix of the two.

#ooc//#hez try not to adopt Yuzuko’s traits when hes in emotional distress challenge #fire 🎯#mha ask blog #mha rp account #mha rp blog #my hero academia rp #mha rp #bnha rp #snipe bnha #snipe mha #snipe bnha au #Hezekiel Nishiyama rp #Hezekiel Nishiyama

[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.

"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.

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.

"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

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.

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."

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

"Good girl.." he mumbles.

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

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

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

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.

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.

Hikiro had to believe that was just a joke, because hezekiel is entirely correct: Hikiro wasn’t making it through this without him.

“So! Where off to now? I’m…not exactly the best at wilderness stuff so I’m trusting you!” He beamed, giving Hezekiel a thumbs up

At Hikiro's fall, Hezekiel half gets to standing, he grimaces all bent up on one knee.

"Uh... ya alright?" He asks, but largely seems to not expect a real answer. "Ah... could ya get the axe outta that there pack an' chop some firewood? I ain't... I ain't got the arm strength."

Hezekiel seems exceptionally ashamed to admit his lacking strength, his lacking masculinity.

He wets his lip with his tongue, face flushed with heat, sweaty and fatigued. He drops his vest, it bunches just an inch and a half above the band of his jeans, keeping his hipbones on display.

He rushed over to the tent, staring at the bed as if he were seeing things. Maybe this was just a really good acid trip...

Just there, just peeking, just ever so carefully above the puckered waistband of his too-big jeans, is the string of a white thong. Cutting through the shaky swirls of his stick and poke tattoo.

It clings to the precipice of his hipbone, desperate to stay up against the lack of fat on his bones.

"I know the theory, I can show ya how t' hold it an' all. Ya jus' got better physique." Hezekiel hums, straigtening the lay of the thin mattress on the cot, he stiffens, suddenly.

#ooc//#'Hezekiel's ass'#what ass #hikiro #thats js bones n nothing

Hezekiel hums, high and stressed, like an overheating printer.

"W-" he glances down, frowning, "why are ya on the floor..?"

[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.

"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.

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.

"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

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.

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."

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

"Good girl.." he mumbles.

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

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

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

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.

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.

Hikiro had to believe that was just a joke, because hezekiel is entirely correct: Hikiro wasn’t making it through this without him.

“So! Where off to now? I’m…not exactly the best at wilderness stuff so I’m trusting you!” He beamed, giving Hezekiel a thumbs up

At Hikiro's fall, Hezekiel half gets to standing, he grimaces all bent up on one knee.

"Uh... ya alright?" He asks, but largely seems to not expect a real answer. "Ah... could ya get the axe outta that there pack an' chop some firewood? I ain't... I ain't got the arm strength."

Hezekiel seems exceptionally ashamed to admit his lacking strength, his lacking masculinity.

He wets his lip with his tongue, face flushed with heat, sweaty and fatigued. He drops his vest, it bunches just an inch and a half above the band of his jeans, keeping his hipbones on display.

He rushed over to the tent, staring at the bed as if he were seeing things. Maybe this was just a really good acid trip...