DISTORTION

Runner up Is it so wrong to want rewarding? To want more than is given to you? Tonight make me unstoppable I will charm, I will slice, I will dazzle them with my wit Tonight make me unstoppable

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Huffing, Iida’s cheeks puffed out lightly. He very much disliked demeaning words such as ‘idiot’. Didn’t like when people used it to describe themselves. Didn’t like when others used it on each other. Insulted and hurt by the word, Iida turned his face away, taking a deep breath that had nothing to do with the pain. He had quite enough of people mocking his intelligence and using such thoughtless words. He tried to remind himself that wasn’t what Shinsou meant and he was rather free with his insults in general. Didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. “The advice I can deal with, but I ask you refrain from calling people names. They may take it to heart.”

Peering at Shinsou, Iida pursed his lips. Why would it be late? Shinsou really ought to take better care of his body. Iida decided to ignore the hypocrisy in that line of thinking.

“My concern isn’t trust. After all, I trust you entirely. I would not have drank that potion if I didn’t. You are very skilled and rather gentle actually.” It was very easy to be distracted from the pain in his arm. “I was talking more so on whether you’re allowed to do so in the first place. Though now I’m worried about how much time you spend in here.” Brows knitted, Iida raised his free arm, hand raised and fingers pressed together in a chopped motion. “Is everything fine, Shinsou-kun?” // @spltnmnd​

Shinsou gave a slight nod of his head, if only to appease the other. He wasn’t interested in receiving a lecture from the other. The conversation was finally leading somewhere decent and he’d rather not take steps back. 

He paused from putting stuff away to shoot the other a confused and slightly distrustful look. They hardly knew eachother enough to warrant trust, so he wasn’t too sure where the words were coming from. Although that might’ve just been him and having a natural tendency to question the motives of others. He wasn’t distrustful or antisocial by any means- maybe a little secluded- but trust was too fragile a thing to really toss around, much less hand it over to people who you only knew on a name basis.

But this was Iida and the guy had a bleeding heart. 

“Fine as it can be.” Shin shut the last cabinet, shoulders rising in a half hearted shrug. “My health isn’t something to worry about, I’ve got it under control.” Well as controlled as potions and forced naps, but the human body tended to be stubborn when it wanted to be. “I’m still caught up with my work, so you don’t need to worry about that either.” 

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Shinsou seemed to have a limit, refusing to mingle too far in, and Iida let up. He was not going to push Shinsou’s boundaries. After all, they were here to have fun! And Shinsou should always feel comfortable. He was just glad Shinsou let him pull him up at all!

“Ahh, yes!” Iida exclaimed, hands raising robotically almost like he was about to break out into another round. Really, he was just excited. “I know many dance forms, but most don’t apply to this kind of dance. However, I’ve been told I do an excellent robot, and everyone always seems to enjoy it! How was I?”

“You looked like a robot,” He replied flatly, unsure of how else to reply. The other did a fantastic job doing the dance, but Shinsou didn’t really have an eye for things like that. Dance wasn’t really his forte. He wasn’t the worst dancer, but he could be loads better. Shoulders lifting in a half hearted-shrug, Shinsou swayed gently on his feet. “Probably better than me.” 

He hesitated for a moment, a grimace flashing across his face before he held up his hands doing some quick motions of a bad take on the dance. Shinsou immediately dropped his hands again before shaking his head. “I’ve got my work cut out for me.” Frankly, he looked tempted to bolt right then and there. // @rcciproburst

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“Shinsou-kun,  don’t  be  mean!  I’m  really  stuck!”  Not  only  was  the  jack-o-lantern  perfectly  lodged  around  his  head,  but  the  walls  of  the  pumpkin  felt  slimy  against  his  skin.  He  wanted  to  get  it  off  as  soon  as  possible.  Midoriya  staggered  about  the  kitchen,  elbows  jutting  out  as  he  tried  to  pry  the  pumpkin  over  his  chin.  As  he  moved  around  blindly,  he  bumped  right  into  Shinsou’s  chest.  

“I  can  hear  you  just  fine,”  he  answered.  “But  I  can’t  see  a  thing!”  Finally,  he  dropped  his  hands  from  the  pumpkin  and  latched  onto  Shinsou’s  shirt  instead.  At  the  very  least,  he  knew  he  wasn’t  going  to  walk  into  anything  else.

“I  feel  like  a  bobble-head!”  // @spltnmnd

“Hey-” he reached for the other’s hands gently prying them off his shirt. Shinsou just did his laundry and didn’t need Midoriya making a mess of the cleans one he had. Despite that, the other didn’t let go of the other’s wrist or try to push him away. He rapped his knuckles against the pumpkin again, a little more force in them in an effort to cause it to rattle. “You sure look like one.”

“Can I ask what exactly happened?” Shinsou lead the other’s hands to lay on top of the counter so Midoriya knew where he was. “I know you have a knack for getting into trouble but this is certainly one of your more memorable moments.” While Shinsou chattered offering a distraction- and still not really helping in trying to take the vegetable off- his hand slipped down to the pockets of his pants, discreetly pulling his phone out to record some evidence of this incident. There was absolutely no way he was going to let the other live this down. // @dekuscruhb​

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Again?! “Is once not enough?” Leaning back as well, Iida was very grateful for the employee checking to make sure Shinsou’s work was acceptable. He.. did not want to end this date flung out of a ride. Just the thought of that made him queasy. With a ‘thank you’ and a bow that didn’t reach far under his binds, Iida hastily flicked through the music before giving in. He didn’t know a single song… 

As soon as the contraption began to shift, Iida gripped the bar set over his lap for his dear life. Rigid with his back pressed hard against the cushioned seat, he started to sweat. Why on Earth had he agreed to this?

Feeling a hand grasp over his, he got his answer; that’s why. 

Letting the bar go with an unsteady hand, he turned it in Shinsou’s grasp to hold his hand in return. He was trying very VERY hard not to crush Shinsou’s hand in his panic. Just breathe.

“If I die, please tell Tensei when I was ten I accidentally broke his mobile phone. While it shouldn’t have been on the floor, I still feel terribly guilty.” The chances of dying were very slim, Iida knew that well, but so long as it was possible his mind was going to reach for those slim chances in his panic. “I.. also had a lot of fun today, despite it’s grim end.” // @spltnmnd​

“Never.” Shinsou was something of an adrenaline junkie at times and for the amount one was paying to attend these theme parks, might as well make the most of it. “I like the thrill don’t you?” Maybe a different type of thrill with how badly the other was shaken up. A sadistic part of him thought if Iida thought this scary, he definitely wouldn’t survive the other rides.

A laugh bubbled past his lips, loud and carefree. Iida was so fucking ridiculous. “You can tell him yourself once we get off the ride. Our date isn’t over yet,” Shinsou sent a wink his way shaking his head gently in exasperation. Their cart peaked at the top, stopping for just a second. Enough time for those in the front row- him and Iida to really get a gauge of how high up they were- before dropping at an accelerating rate. 

Shinsou threw his hands up in the air as they dropped. “Don’t forget to smile!” He managed to scream against the winds as they were tossed from side to side, loop for loop. There was a lull coming up for a second drop. // @rcciproburst​

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Non-verbal Starters || @spltnmnd

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance (canon)

“Shinsou-kun, sitting out is not an option!” Despite his nagging words, Iida was nothing short of ecstatic, hair a little dishevelled from dancing with his peers. It was a party after all, and he hated to think anyone was spending it miserably. If Shinsou had joined them then surely he wanted to participate, right?

Taking Shinsou’s hand, Iida tried to coax him out of his seat and onto the dancefloor. “There is no need to be nervous.”

Despite looking mildly resistant, Shinsou didn’t put up a lot of fight when it came to being dragged to the dancefloor. Though he made sure to put his weight in so that he was at the edge of the crowd and not in it. “I’m not nervous,” He defended himself, “I was just content with watching everyone else enjoy themselves.”

A dance. A school dance. Why he thought UA didn’t participate in these things is beyond him because even if it was a hero school, it was still a high school. News spread like wildfire and before he knew it people were asking people to be their date and making plans for an after party for the dance- not that the teachers knew about that last bit. Dressed in a deep lavender suit, Shinsou took a moment to tune in to what music the DJ was playing before turning back to Iida, “I saw you doing the robot.” // @rcciproburst​

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hey there roomie ; s&s

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vshakyboi‌:

He  asked  about  his  allergies.  How  oddly  considerate.  “Nope.”  The  bathroom  is  just  like  his  own,  save  for  the  different  hue  of  paint  on  the  walls.  Too  spacious  for  one  person,  overcompensating  for  the  cost  of  rent.  May  as  well  make  himself  at  home,  as  long  as  Shinsou  was  offering.  “I  appreciate it!  Sorry  for  intruding  like  this.  I  owe  you  one.”  

Likely,  he’d  forget.  Favors  tended  to  pile  up  and  slip  from  his  mind:  who  he  owes  what,  and  so  forth.  He  hadn’t  begged  for  somewhere  to  wait  around;  the  offer  had  conveniently  dropped  in  his  lap.  Wasting  no  time,  he  sets  his  gym  bag  on  the  floor  and  turns  on  the  faucet. // @spltnmnd​

Shinsou left him to his business, heading back to his kitchen to prep for dinner. He decided with what ingredients he had he’d make a simple chicken casserole and be done with it. The purple haired male wasn’t looking to impress Shindo, but he wasn’t going to let the other spread around he was some shitty cook. People would sooner believe the other over him anyways.

He worked swiftly to prepare dinner, timing it so that they wouldn’t have to wait long. Once he popped it back into the oven to bake for another 15 minutes, Shinsou went over to lay down on his couch. A must needed rest after the long day and climbing up all those stairs. Throwing an arm over his face, he calmed his breathing down to listen to the ambient sounds of his apartment. // @vshakyboi​

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Sliding the paper closer to himself, Bakugou eyed over the work with a scowl. That was.. a hell of a lot of mistakes. As far as Bakugou could tell, it was a pretty pathetic attempt.

“Good news, I see what you’re struggling with. Bad news, it’s absolutely everything. Extra good fucking news for you, I’d handled worse.” Lifting his hand off the paper, Bakugou lent back again. Between Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero; it wasn’t the worst he had to deal with. So long as the prick wasn’t stubborn and actually listened to him.

“And so could a bird. Anyone can parrot back what someone tells you to. It’s not going to help you out in an actual conversation.We’ll start with greetings and core questions and answers. Pretty basic shit they teach kids in cartoons. If you don’t understand something, fucking speak up.” // @spltnmnd​

No shit, he thought. His english was absolutely fucking abysmal. It was his teachers who pushed him to do this. Pushed, forced, same difference when it came to this school. They had promised they would get him a tutor who would definitely help his grades and help him understand the language. Awful as Bakugou was, he couldn’t see the other letting him leave until he had some semblance of an understanding. 

Which was good. Probably. 

“Okay,” He conceded, reaching for a beginner’s textbook, “Where do we begin?” Shinsou already looked exhausted, but that was mostly from knowing the direction of where things would go. At the very least, his grade would be saved. // @grcundzcro​

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Iida liked to think he wasn’t an easy man to frustrate. That his time in Hogwarts and taught him far more patience and understanding. Maybe it had. He’d learned to take things he didn’t wholly agree with stride, so long as no rules were being broken and no one hurt. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t there. That he couldn’t feel insulted and disagree. In fact, Shinsou’s words left him with a dark scowl.

“I think you’re being a little unnecessarily judgemental, Shinsou-kun.” He tried not to stiffen up and make the process of stitching him back together harder, but he always was a rather stiff person. “I was as careful as I possibly could be at the time. And, as an older student, it is my duty to protect my younger peers.” The muscles of Iida’s arms tensed and jerked for a moment, his natural need to make wild hand gestures so ingrained in his being. It was difficult to hold still.

“Sometimes we don’t have a chance to think it through. I can assure you, my options were to interfere, watch, or draw my wand and be too late. And I’m sorry that the option I chose distresses or disappoints you, but I’m rather proud of what I chose. Protecting others will always be my first choice. My apologies if that makes me an ‘idiot’.” Despite what people might have thought about him, Iida was perfectly capable of executing sarcasm.

Closing his eyes, Iida gave a long and frustrated sigh. “You are clearly more than ‘just the guy who passes out’. You make for a very skilled nurse, though I do question whether you’re allowed to do this in the first place. I understand your concerns and I’m sorry. However, if I could go back, I assure you I wouldn’t change my choice in action. Though now I do worry about your sleep schedule.” // @spltnmnd​

Of course he wouldn’t, not that Shinsou expected him to. His own expression darkened to match the other’s, though his back was to him as he put stuff away. People needed to take care of their bodies more, was what he wanted to argue, but kept his lips shut. “Disappointment is hardly what I’d call it, Iida. I think you’re an idiot for rushing in sure, but I don’t look down on those who try to save others.” He was happy it was just Iida who got hurt and if those younger years were in here, he’d probably be lecturing them to. But heroics is commendable and something he thinks highly of.

“It’s a little too late to be worrying about my sleep schedule, don’t you think?” His case of insomnia was rather severe, though it came and went as it pleased. When it started to act up, Shinsou was lucky if he got 10 hours of sleep a week. Unfortunately, his sleep disorder left him struggling to stay awake in class and worse, he might end up getting behind in work.

It was something he’d gotten used to over the years, and something the professors were well aware of. The other students? Not so much. He joined the rumor mill as some type of slacker who didn’t care enough about school and that the reason he was in the nurse’s wing so often was because he got into fights. 

“And don’t worry about it, I’ve done enough needlework on a person to know what I’m doing and I’ve seen Madam Shuuzenji work enough to know what most of the stuff in this room does.” He frequented the nurse’s office way too much unfortunately. But the old lady was sweet and made a good conversation partner when it came to it. // @rcciproburst​

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It was always concerning when Shinsou spoke of the kids and the problems they faced. Just how many were struggling. Iida’s chest always tightened when he heard about them. Honestly, he wanted to ask. Wanted to help out some way, like he could magically make their problems disappear. He couldn’t though, he knew that. Shinsou was sworn to confidentiality and to speak openly about their problems would be a breach of trust. Iida had to harden his heart and let Shinsou do his job. Trust him with these poor children’s lives. Still, as Shinsou’s partner, he couldn’t help but fret just how much it impacted the man himself.

He looked tired… He always looked tired, he had to remind himself. But it was the kind of exhaustion that made Iida eye the bags under Shinsou’s eyes wearily. Uncertain.

“Ahh, yes, well.. they are in immaculate hands. I’m glad that they’re opening up to you.” He was. He really was. He just had to sweep his concerns away and offer to be Shinsou’s pillar if he so needed one. “You’re doing remarkable work.”

With his knees bent, Iida’s calves were tucked under him, propping him up as he started sorting through his food. “I’m afraid that, unless they’re interested in theatre, there’s not much I can offer to help.” Not legally at least. “But I am very proud of you and your work.” // @spltnmnd​

If you told him when he was in the prime of his youth that he’d be working with kids, Shinsou might’ve laughed in your face. But circumstances lead him to the decision and Shinsou couldn’t imagine doing anything else. It was tough work, draining but immensely worth it if it helped those kids.

“I think you told me that when I got my degree,” Shinsou reminisced, thinking back to the day he got his diploma. Iida was nothing short of encouraging during those hellish two years, especially on the days where Shinsou was short tempered and stressed out enough that he was tempted enough to throw it all away.

“I can always ask, I think any outlet might be good for them. I know some of the kids are interested in art and music,” He suggested trying to remember the intricacies of theatre. Shinsou was going to be honest and say he didn’t really understand acting all that much. Sure, he helped out with the local haunted houses when that time came around but that was just walking around and screaming ‘Boo!’ It was nothing like the amount of work that his boyfriend put in to the shows he did.

“I’m proud of yours. You make people laugh and smile every day and where would we be without joy in our lives,” He always made it a point to attend as many shows as he could, even if he’d seen it five times already. There was nothing like watching Iida up on stage, the passion, the enthusiasm. He knew from watching the other practice at home how much effort he put into his roles. It warmed his heart. Shinsou sat near Iida reaching for some of the boxes to help him out, “What’d your order anyways?” // @rcciproburst​

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                                        Not a course for the faint-hearted                                    This journey that I’m on demands my all                                         I will overthrow my tribulations                                 And value what they’re worth, let it be heard:

                              Gain control, self-esteem, ‘till I reach my dream

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One thing I’ve learned about people is, if they’ve fucked you over once, they’ll do it again.

@chi-riek-tuk (via tjroleplays)

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                                         When you grow up, I hope you find your way                                              'Cos everyone seems lost these days                                                                 I’ll try to help                                                       Though I’m adrift myself

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“There’s no crying in the club. Fortunately for me, this is not the club.” ( Iida || @rcciproburst )

answered here! || accepting!

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“Y’all look like scary-ass nuns.”

answered here! || accepting!

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@grcundzcro ||  “Y’all look like scary-ass nuns.”

“That’s the entire point. Now help me with this make up.” Shinsou continued to dab on the face paint trying to apply an even layer over his skin. He was helping out at the local haunted maze, which was all horror movie themed. The small section he’d been assigned to was based on The Conjuring series so everyone was going as nuns with their themes. That or creepy ass dolls. 

Despite the initial clumsiness, he was doing a good job replicating the photo on his phone. His tired eyes only popped more with the black eyeshadow surrounding them. The biggest thing he was dreading was the tunic. He’d be on his feet the entire time- save for breaks- and it was already getting uncomfortable with the amount of heat it retained.  “I want to see children cry.”

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@rcciproburst || “There’s no crying in the club. Fortunately for me, this is not the club.”

“Where did you even hear that,” He mumbled under his breath, shooting Iida a strange look. Since when did Iida Tenya drop pop culture references? Not that it made it any less weird or hilarious. “I didn’t even know you went to clubs,” Shinsou retorted digging into his pockets for a handkerchief he was carrying. No questions or inquiries as to why he could be crying, just taking it in stride and offering the piece of cloth to the other.

“Partying it up on Tuesdays, Class President?” The quip came not even a second after he offered it to the other. The nickname came from the other’s role in their classroom and while most people referred to it with affection, Shinsou’s came from more mocking roots. Not to be mean, but more to tease him with it. // @rcciproburst

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bent not broken ; i&s

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“I’m fine,” Iida promised, giving Shinsou a moment to fret. He didn’t mean to concern his partner though he was also aware Shinsou would want to make sure all the same. “We weren’t there for the most of it, and once we returned they ran away quickly. I’m fine, so please don’t worry.” 

Smiling in quiet fondness, Iida squeezed Shinsou’s hands back in return, forgetting the food for a moment. This was.. nice. They didn’t get to do this as often as he’d like. It was just a shame it came from something so worrying.

“Ahh, of course!” When Shinsou let go his fingers flinched, chasing the man’s hands for a moment before getting a hold of himself. Turning abruptly, Iida knelt down on the floor, sorting out the ordered food and bowls for them both. “Well it’s a good thing I got us plenty. There should be enough for leftovers tomorrow too. I didn’t ask; how was your day?”

I will, the words were ready on his tongue, I will worry. He knows Iida doesn’t mean anything by it, knows the words are harmless and meant to calm him down, but Shinsou cannot help but worry. He loves the other- it’s a natural response. He pushes the worrying thoughts away, wanting to enjoy the evening he has with the other. They don’t get to have these kinds of moments as often as they should.

“Oh- you know,” He offers a shrug putting away his accessories and returning back to Iida’s side, “the kids are struggling reaching out, but they’re making progress. A lot of them just don’t see the opportunities they have and they lash out, but they’re... talking to me now. They’re willing to listen.”

Shinsou spent most of his day working as a Psychologist for troubled teens. Most of his patients came from troubled homes which made them act out, among other things. It was mentally exhausting but fulfilling. He liked his job and liked being able to help them, since he was in their position when he was younger. // @rcciproburst​