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@museaddled - so leon is amazing, and i’m so glad i got the chance to get to know them better! they have such a good grasp of their muses and i love plotting with them. our ships are already wonderful and i love them, and leon is honestly just so nice and easy to talk to. it probably helps that we seem to be on the same wavelength a lot, but also just that they’re genuinely a nice person!

@eschemer - i hope you don’t think i’d forgotten about you, reb! reb is so sweet and we have so much fun talking about our muses and ideas. she always works really hard and it shows, and she’s always so fun to talk to.

@ingenxum - jen is so sweet! we haven’t rp’d much and have only recently started talking, but i love her tenya so much, and i adore tetsuya too. her writing is great and i love seeing her on my dash!

@ofquirkss - hayley is so so sweet. her muses, both canon and ocs, are great and she’s such a sweet soul. i really need to get myself in gear so that we can rp more because i really want to! genuinely such a sweet bean.

@minisodapop - i don’t know what i can say about quin because honestly there aren’t enough words. i admire quin so much for taking such a controversial character on and giving him development and making him so likeable. his writing is so wonderful and talking to him his always a joy even though i am sure that i am very annoying.

@hxlfsoul - pluto is great. i love their shoto and all their muses, and they’re so sweet ooc. i love seeing their head canons and writing on my dash, and we’ve been talking about some ships and it’s a lot of fun. they’re such a good and thoughtful writer and it really shows!

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      “ pardon the intrusion ! ” mirio announces his arrival before permeating his way through the door , peering in . “ hello ! do you have a moment to talk ? if not , i’ll kindly see my way out ! ” head pops back before hand reaches to potentially open the door , other hand placed on a hip . 

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Their relationship was always filled with ups and downs, it seemed. There were times where Tomura held her in good regards – where he adored and cared for her, where all he wanted was to…Catch up and talk to her. Then, there were other times where all she brought on was anxiety, fear, and horrors of his past; of how he was – how they both were – left aside;         Discarded as nothing, left to d i e .

True, his relationship with Himari was nothing more than unstable and toxic at best but he…Couldn’t help but to want her in his life.

Or, at least when he wanted her around.                                                Luckily enough, they were close together again, this time Tomura was actively seeking her out – trying to find solace in her, he figured.

“…Himari.” He said, his voice hoarse rough, hidden underneath his dark, thick hood. His red eyes didn’t look at her, as-per-usual. “How are you…?”

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THERE IS NOTHING WORSE than the sounds that accompany death - specifically, the noises of what remains of an overhauled specimen. It is hard, admittedly, to account for anything sans the sickening pop that energy bursts from once an individual has felt the death’s touch; however, if one were to inquire to Overhaul himself, he would explain unhesitatingly that the eerie noise of whatever limb or limbs are left dropping to the ground is worse than the initial disassembling; should blood cake the ceiling or walls, or should parts of the body launch themselves meters from the initial attack, the noise is equally as repulsive.

He could not, therefore, hold the woman shakily lowering herself upon a chair not too far away accountable for her surprise; he does not utilize his Quirk often, but it certainly never goes ignored when overhaul is employed. And how messy - how disgusting it was ( he could feel sanguinary anguish searing into his flesh; it caked between even the smallest crevices in his skin and dried so quickly; he would have to clean - no, scrub himself raw, he knows, and the drying blood slashed near his eye like a knife’s blade was the most pestering to him ); he despises the untidy nature of it - he always has. It is unfortunate, moreover, that he has not brought a handkerchief with him this time around, but he was not anticipating the result that spurred from this interaction.

“Ah…” His voice is soft - tender enough that one could take a carving knife and slit through the meat of his tone like butter. Detachment clings to him like a rat to a sewer, golden hues fixated upon his hand - uncovered, tickled by the cold air of his headquarters. Slowly, fatal fingers curl into themselves, creating a loose fist, and relaxing back again. “Damn it. So filthy… I didn’t think it would have to come to this.”

Although he speaks aloud, his voice is not directed towards the remaining person in the room - not until he tugs on his previously-peeled glove, broad shoulders ( once so tense, as if he were a cornered animal, feral - ferocious ) relaxing upon themselves. A moment’s recollection passes - he despises losing his patience - before tilting his head towards Himari ( slow, careful, with the observant gaze of a hawk - or, perhaps, an owl would suit better; such silent, deadly precision in the climax of night ), a gradual exhale escaping masked nostrils.

“This isn’t nearly the impression I’ve idealized for first encounters,” he murmurs, lifting an arm - sprayed with blood - to adjust his tie, which at the time seems far tighter than what he’s accustomed to. “Some people just can’t keep their composure... I suppose even the most precautionary measures can’t be utterly perfect.”

Another sigh escapes him - prompted, this time, by the sudden apology. This has been anticipated; even if she is too overwrought for his own preference, he can appreciate respect. “I’d hope not.” A dry voice - hollowed from years’ toiling. “I’m not trying to dirty my hands any more. You’re here for a reason; I’d rather not have wasted my time rounding you up.”

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((I’m bringing a water bottle too! I’m just praying that my gagging doesn’t act up in the middle of talking to the guy. >< Cuz once I get the job, they can’t fire me for my gagging, cuz it’s a medical problem.

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          HE COULD SENSE HIS BODY REACHING ITS LIMIT. Steam would emit from his flesh. Feeling his throat dry-- he started coughing, placing one hand curled as a fist right in front of his mouth. He would expectorate thick liquid of a garnet color--- it was a matter of time for his muscle form to evaporate for the rest of the day.

                  ----- Damn.

          Yet, his smile was still displayed upon is face.

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He hates this.

It’s internship time, and he needs to decide who he wants to intern with. Endeavour has sent an invitation, but the thought of going to his dad’s agency left a bitter taste in his mouth. At the same time, the other offers that he’d received weren’t what he really wanted to do either, and so Endeavour’s agency was his best offer when he looked at it objectively.

He didn’t want to look at it objectively. He wanted to singe the edges of Endeavour’s offer and send it back with a big “FUCK YOU” scrawled onto it.

Everyone has to say their piece, too. “Intern with your father if you like, Touya.” “Don’t intern with that bastard, Touya.” “You’ve got to do what’s best for you, Tou-nii.” “Don’t do it! Don’t do it! That bastard!”

His family meant well, but he just wanted some peace and quiet to think about it without someone else chipping in for once.

“Ex-excuse me? Todoroki-san?”

That name. That stupid fucking name that still haunts him, still follows him everywhere and he hates it. He hates it he hates it he hates it.

He doesn’t even think, just turns around and grabs Tsuki by the hips, pinning her to the wall. He’s hot, he’s burning up, he knows it. Can feel his fire as it floods his veins, singes the edges of him. Knows she’ll be feeling it to, where his hands press against her, even through her clothes. Knows she’ll feel it in his lips and his tongue and his breath as he kisses her so forcefully. She’s always there, always following him, people always telling him she has a crush on him and maybe this is all she’s wanted this entire time.

He pulls back and his eyes are blazing, blue to match his flames. “Is that what you wanted?” he asks her, and his voice is a growl and he hates it, he can feel himself flinch away from the sound of so many training sessions. “Are you happy now?”

Fuck, he sounds like his dad. The realisation hits him hard, and he pushes himself away from her, hands burying in his hair and tugging until it hurts. “Fuck,” he mutters, and he can’t look at her. How can he? How can he after he’s just proved that he’s exactly like the person he despises so much? “Fuck. I’m sorry, Tsuki. I just...I’m sorry.”

And then he turns tail and flees like the coward he is.