#defyingxgrcvity

[reflectionbound]

@defyingxgrcvity​ "Wh-What are you talking about? There's nothing! Todoroki doens't like me like that!"

      “ I see. I understand too. ” Ah, it must be unrequited love then.

[punkedhero]

❝ Does that mean Yaomomo and Urarakachan applied to be someone’s Valentine? ❞

[ofhurt]

I do believe @defyingxgrcvity‘s dress is already paid for in full.

[ignitionxblast-archived]

He disagrees with the conversation that the Icy Hot Bastard and Uraraka are having about him.

[naturalbrutality]

   “-Oii Cheeks, c’mere.“

@defyingxgrcvity​

[tenacityblitz]

Pets the cute puppy. "Pat pat."

        Bakupom is barking angrily at being pet.

[gemmchcro]

“  does this mean midoriya is free for the dance ?  “

[overhacl]

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     Stagnant and sterile, the air carried a cold chill as the Yakuza boss approached the girl.  Intense amber eyes burning into her from the murky walls farthest from Uraraka.  Tied and left to rot like all heroes deserve, only he had plans for this one... 

                   And as he sees the look of realization flood her features -- rosy cheeks paling with fear-- he can’t help but lean in closer from where he stops in front of her; Beak of his mask mere inches from her face, eyes studying her as if she were some lab experiment.

               “So you finally decided to wake up.” words are spoken with an eerie stillness, like the calm before the storm; laced with poison and destruction.  

                “...You remember me, huh?” not surprising.  He remembered seeing her amidst the rubble where the foresight user had been impaled.  It was his own fault, really...  

                      “How flattering.” false praise leaves his lips, vague memories of her restraining him flooding his mind.  He was annoyed.  Dirty, stupid girl.  She was sick like all the others. But he had a cure...  She should be grateful. 

         And he drags a gloved finger down the side of her cheek before tipping her chin up.  She really was helpless like this --- her quirk was to make things float, from what he remembered.  Though he wasn’t quite sure how it worked exactly, he restrained her hands as a precautionary measure. 

                      “... No one knows you’re here.  So you can cry for help if you want.  But it’ll get you nowhere. ” he pauses for a moment.

                    “...But you can barely speak, so I don’t think we have to worry about that.”