#{dryceyed}

[magicsp3lls]

@dryceyed

          Ivory teeth worry his lower lip as he closes the book he had been buried face-first into for the last few hours, lavender eyes closing as he tries to recollect the chapter he just finished. As much as he didn’t mind learning about the history of Pro Heroics, it seemed more daunting than it usually would have. His English homework can wait for now, however, because YŪGA is beginning to feel his hunger return in stabbing pains. 

Exhaustion makes him yearn for the comfort of satin sheets and his down comforter, but he knows he won’t be able to rest on an empty stomach-- or at least, that it was more detrimental to his health than was waiting a little longer so that he could have some time to eat. 

           He doesn’t anticipate his deadpanned, usually grumpy homeroom teacher as he rounds the corner at the end of his dormitory’s hall, not quite sure what he walked into for a few moments. Cold, pale hands sprawl curiously as he pushes himself away to see who he needed to apologize to, though the minute he realizes its his teacher, he gives him a hasty bow. 

“Sensei!“ YŪGA addresses, smiling anxiously. 

          “I’m s-sorry! I should have looked where I was going... Let me get out of your way--“

[k-youkan]

@dryceyed from here !!

❛ — I suppose so, but their costumes are kinda over the top. That’s too much ❜ she pointed at the group of heroes, finger touching the screen.  There was nothing particularly exciting about the battle right now, so it was safe to say that Junko was starting to get bored.

❛ — Huh ?? -that last bit of information did catch her attention, making her lean forward to take a better look at said hero- A quirk like mine ?? Woah--- ❜ she turned her head to face her teacher with a smile and then back to the screen. Her quirk needed certain engagement from her opponent, just like hers. ❛ — Uhhh... so I can take notes ?? ❜ she answered vaguely.

[stasismort]

@dryceyed

        SHIRO’S just doing some shopping for some new clothes, considering the day is nice and warm, sunny, and he doesn’t have any prior commitments to act upon. With a small shopping bag in hand, the sidewalk he’s tracing on his way out to lunch is relatively empty. He’s set out on just taking it easy today. 

However, it seems it isn’t meant to last long, as a large man barrels past him, buffeting SHIRO in his haste. Before he has time to act, another man comes charging past, though thankfully he avoids the young man altogether. 

          Although he was retired, he decides that there’s no harm in at least helping take down one. Stuffing his bag into his coat, he zips it up and takes off after, already beginning to charge up as he attempts to catch up to the other two. Despite his size, he’s surprisingly quick as he picks up speed until he’s in a full sprint, darting across the street and avoiding a couple cars as he attempts to intersect the duo and cut the villain off.

It’s difficult, but soon, he’s catching up, and before he knows it, the two are once again within his line of sight. The closer SHIRO gets, the better his chances of accuracy are, until he’s only a few hundred feet back from the other Pro Hero. 

[greatestheroicfire-blog]

@dryceyed

There was school festival...thing, and Enji decided, well, he could give it a try. See what UA is doing with their students, and all that stuff. He didn’t expect it to be so boring, though. Or maybe that’s just him... there aren’t a lot of things here playing to his tastes; then he saw Aizawa. 

Enji huffed, walking straight up to the teacher, “Aizawa,” he nodded his ‘hello’ like all the cool kids do. “It’s quite a festival,” and whether the fellow hero wanted to take that as positively or negatively was up to his interpretation. He looked around, taking a moment to think of what to say. Enji never particularly claimed to be ‘social.’

“Did the kids make the stands themselves, or did you teachers influence them?”

[staticbolts-blog]

@dryceyed:

“Mm?” Aizawa raised his head from his desk, moving messy hair out of his eyes. He must have fallen asleep at his desk. The mentor looked to Kaminari, blinking at him for a moment to process his question. ”What do you need?” Shouta began. He gestured to a lone chair, offering Kaminari a spot across from his desk. ”’Suppose I have some time to talk if you want to.”

“Thank you, sir...”

At least Mr. Aizawa seemed open enough to conversation - which was a good first start, and a boost to Kaminari’s confidence. He feared the outcome of this chat, however, knowing that his teacher was never one to pull punches.

And these kinds of punches? They were the kind that Kaminari wasn’t sure he was ready to dodge.

He sat down with a sigh, fiddling with his fingers in his lap.

“I ... uh... jeez, this is gonna sound real stupid.” He took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. He was never good at communicating more serious issues. “In terms of my quirk - uh, do you...do you think it’s really one that’ll be useful some day. Like, will I ever be able to control it enough to take charge of a situation instead of sabotaging it?”

[greatestheroicfire-blog]

@dryceyed from STARTER

The hospital has always been a place Enji hates, between the smell and the white rooms and sterile floor and a place that reminds him so dearly of death... yes, It’s a place he rather hates. And yet, he’s in here, and will be stuck in here for quite a while. His eye was wrapped tight, a little bit blood having seeped through the once pristine bandages, and his arm was wrapped just as tight. 

He will never get sight in his eye again, but that’s ok. Depth perception is overrated. 

He hasn’t really gotten visitors yet, expect for the few fans and news people who were trying to sneak in to get an autograph or a statement, but he was fine with that. He knows he doesn’t have friends, a family he hardly has. He had sacrificed everything for this- that moment of stardom. That moment to stand tall on the stage in front of the world, arm raised in victory and proof that Yes! He is just as good as All Might. Yes, he deserved that spot at Number One. Yes, he can be a pillar of peace too. 

And he got it. He got it, but as a consequence as he laid broken in a hospital bed, he would have no visitors that really mattered. That was, until Aizawa walked in. Enji looked over and froze, he was shocked. He had a visitor, one that knew his real name, one that... perhaps even truly cared. 

The shock quickly fell away, “Aizawa,” his voice was muffled by the oxygen mask, “What are you doing here?” He doesn’t wan to hope, though. Hope only leads to disappointment and sorrow- a broken heart along with his broken body. No, perhaps he is just here to update Enji about his son, and what’s happening out on the front lines now.  

[ssix-shooter]

[ @dryceyed continued from here! ]

Snipe rests his elbows on Shouta’s desk, smiles under the mask. He’s just gotten back from his workshop and the score marks on his leather gloves are fresh and obvious. The scent of gun and leather oil sticks to him. He lowers his mask to around his neck and coyly grins.

“Oh, make me, Shouta? Whatever could ya mean by that?”

[ssix-shooter]

@dryceyed as plotted ~

Something scratches in his chest. Snipe pays no heed to it at first. It is early spring after all and he’s fairly certain he’s allergic to something around UA. It isn’t until after classes that he starts coughing. It hurts. Moreso than allergy irritation does. Is he getting sick? He covers his face with his arm, even though with the mask it isn’t quite necessary, force of habit. He shakes his head, lifts his mask up to wipe the inside out. When he does, he notices a single marigold petal near the respirator. That’s odd. Marigolds don’t bloom until the summer. He shrugs, brushes the petal out and reaffixes his mask. Strange though, Marigolds blooming early.