#adhesive-king

[adglaciem]

@adhesive-king from here

"Then you should take care of it now, before it gets worse."

"You're pulling it out. Doesn't that hurt?" Ibara starts to lean closer, but stops himself, fidgeting in place instead.

"I know how to be gentle. Besides... it is a task I find enjoyable." After all, there was something novel about it, wasn't there? The softness of normal hair seemed so alien, it was fun to marvel at. He cant imagine why anyone even would want to lapse in doing so routinely, but if Sero was busy...

[auditioheros]

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲  𝗸𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸  𝗶𝗻  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗳𝘁  𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗼  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁  𝗶𝘀  𝗸𝘆𝗼𝗸𝗮'𝘀  𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺,  music  flooding  the  space.  it's  a  bit  louder  than  it  should  be,  but  that's  become  the  expected,  no  one  on  her  floor  seemed  to  mind  the  muffled  melodies  anyway  (  𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴  𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘢,  𝘣𝘶𝘵  𝘩𝘦  𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥  𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵  𝘪𝘵  𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴  𝘢𝘨𝘰  )  the  vinyl  he  brought  over  wasn't  half  bad  if  she's  being  honest,  which  is  pretty  high  praise  all  things  considered.  being  a  bit  of  a  music  snob  is  in  her  bones,  she  can't  help  but  turn  her  nose  up  at  the  questionable  music  tastes  of  some  of  her  classmates.  thankfully  sero  has  yet  to  disappoint  her,  he's  been  in  his  whole  midwest  emo  phase  and  in  turn  putting  her  onto  a  new  guilty  pleasure.

comfortable  silence  had  been  sitting  between  them,  her  eyes  closed,  head  lightly  bobbing  along  to  a  whiney  voice  wailing  about  a  broken  heart.  what  a  pity  the  song's  over  with though,  marking  the  end  of  the  album  she'll  make  sure  to  add  onto  a couple of  playlists.  with  a  sigh,  she  hops  up,  wasting  no  time  in  changing  out  the  disks  with  care  only  reserved  for  all  things  musical,  ❝  which  one  should  i  put  in  next?  ❞  there's  two  options  in  her  hands,  both  unknown  to  the  purple  haired  girl.  but  her  question's  met  with  silence,  piquing  her  attention  and  getting  her  to  turn  around,  curiosity  in  her  gaze.  she's  met  with  the  sight  of  hanta  peering  down  into  his  phone,  immense  concentration  on  his  face.  𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗱.  ❝  uhhhm  earth  to  sero?  you better pick or i'm picking for us... what  are  you  even  doing anyway?  ❞

　　　 　 ❝  𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴  𝘰𝘧  𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧  𝘵𝘰  𝘴𝘦𝘦  𝘪𝘧  　　　　　𝘪  𝘤𝘢𝘯  𝘨𝘦𝘵  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮  𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥  𝘪𝘯  𝘵𝘦𝘯  𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴  𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴.  ❞

she  doesn't  know  whether  it's  because  she  was  caught  off  guard  or  if  what  he  said  was  genuinely  funny,  but  he  earns  a  rare  snort  of  a  laugh  out  of  her.  hanta  seems  to  be  full  of  surprises,  throwing  curveballs  left  and  right  in  the  time  she's  come  to  know  him.  𝗶𝘁'𝘀  𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱  𝗳𝗼𝗿  𝗸𝘆𝗼𝗸𝗮  𝘁𝗼  𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽  𝘂𝗽,  𝗯𝘂𝘁  𝗶𝘁'𝘀  𝗮  𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲  𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲  𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁  𝗼𝗳  𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆.  her  lips  purse  a  bit  as  her  right  jack  raises  to  tap  at  her  chin,  ❝  you  might  have  luck  with  that  depending  on  what  you're  grieving,  if  it's  about  math  test  scores,  you  might  need  a  couple  days  to  recover. ❞  there's  no  malice  behind  her  words,  just  easy  banter  reserved  for  a  select  few,  ❝  so,  what's  the  occassion? ❞

ft. hanta sero, @adhesive-king | prompt ( accepting )

[tsukuyo-mi]

@adhesive-king || continued from here.

It was already dark out, a bit chilly, even, yet this spot on the roof seemed more comforting than any other place in the building at the moment. There was a bit of a falling out at the dinner table, and he didn’t feel right leaving his classmate alone like that, when something was clearly bothering him.

“I didn’t have to,” he kept looking ahead. “I wanted to.” Now was probably not the best time to throw out some darkly mysterious quotes, so he figured he should just let him vent. “What has you feeling so... Troubled? I’ve never seen you get angry like that before...” Normally when someone was feeling bad, he let them pet Dark Shadow and listened to what they had to say, but with how late it was, letting them out right now seemed like a pretty bad idea.

[keshimasu]

Admittedly, he hadn’t meant to aim that well.  The bottle wasn’t even half full, it should’ve been off balance.  At least the bar wasn’t that high off the ground.  Sero could definitely work on his balance and reaction time.  “I’m sorry, please continue slacking off.  I’m sure everyone will greatly appreciate your volunteering to be our test dummy this afternoon.  Get up, you look like an idiot lying there.  Everyone else is doing what they’re supposed to be doing.”  He wasn’t against them talking while in gym.  It provided a distraction from overworked muscles and fatigue.  Gossip still remained firmly banned. 

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he had been lost in his own world, headphones blasting music to drown out the outside world. it hadn’t occurred to him that someone was trying to get his attention until he looked up, blinking and pulling his headphones off his head. heavy alternative music pumped out of the headphones until he pauses the music on his phone, setting them on his desk. 

❛ apologies, sero, were you saying something ? ❜

[majicalmuses]

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A tired groan rumbled up from Bakugou’s chest, legs heavy as he shuffled through the common room. He zoned in on the couch and made a beeline for it, ignoring the sight of Sero already there. Instead, he threw himself down onto the soft seating, laying back to let his head fall back onto his friend’s lap. Sharp crimson orbs narrowed in on the other, as if daring him to say something.

“ ‘m fuckin’ tired.. ”

The words were deep with exhaustion, eyes slipping shut as he relaxed into the couch. An arm moved behind his head and he relaxed, effectively allowing himself to become a dead weight on the raven haired teen’s lap. Friends were good pillows after all.

[heartfulmind]

SONG ONE-LINER STARTER CALL @adhesive-king​ said: pompeii by bastille!

          “If you close your eyes, does it almost feel like you've been here before?”

[amphiibian]

She’s just sitting there, close to a fountain, cellphone in hand or atleast that’s what peoples calls it.

‘‘How does one work this modern contraption!’‘, it is so infuriating, not to mention, it wasn’t even hers. She just happened to find this item, abandoned on a street, too bad for whoever had it in the first place. 

Its a struggle, really, to go around this piece of electronic.

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