#f4ilure

[adhesive-king]

@f4ilure ♥'d

He's staring the man down. One hand on his chin, the other cupped in the crook of his elbow. Scrutinizing gaze boring a hole into the face— well mask— of the man.

After a long minute of silence, Hanta finally speaks up, the hand on his chin now pointing to one of the holstered guns on Snipe's hip.

"You should teach me how to use that."

[sek0st]

I did D16B like a suicide bomber. You would crucify Jesus, RVA.

Forgiving since it was the wave-gun that did and does most of it.

[pluviacuratio]

@f4ilure || ♫

{ ♪ } -- She looked up and offered a bright grin. She'd worn something different from her long skirt, cardigan, and corset top. Instead, a sweetheart top with sheer sleeves covered her chest, stopping just above her belly button. Long golden-yellow pants covered in a flower pattern adorned her legs, and a big floppy hat sat on her head.

"And if it was for you, sir? How would that shift things?"

Bella placed her hands on her hips. It was rare that she wore pants outside of working out, so she knew they fit well and showed her curves before flaring to be more open towards her ankles.

"I thought it would be nice to dress a little differently."

[stillsees]

@f4ilure ... continued.

is it a lie to say no, it isn't weird? because honestly, dustin isn't sure. "i think it's okay if you feel like that, if that's what you're trying to get at." words are chosen carefully. dustin has a feeling what izuku might be trying to get at, and knows how this kind of vulnerability feels. he can't fuck this up, can't say the wrong thing.

"some people just... don't ever feel that way. or don't want that stuff, and that's fine. y'know like, uh... like how some people uh, like grapefruit and other people don't. like, it tastes like vomit, or whatever. you can't force someone who thinks grapefruit tastes like vomit to think it... doesn't."

maybe he's lost the point a little. but he's trying.

"does it... bother you? to uh, not feel that?"

[hidefiremoved]

@f4ilure … liked.

“this place gives me the creeps.”

[pluviacuratio]

@f4ilure || ♫

{ ♪ } -- You can't help but freeze when you hear the little 'mews' coming from nearby. Upon seeing Izuku looking a bit... Well, panicked, you find yourself grinning a bit.

That grin only widens when you hear him insisting that he's practicing his meowing.

"Oh.. Of course, of course. Very convincing."

Leaning a little closer, you smile and speak much more softly.

"I keep cans of cat food in the pantry of the teacher's dorms. If you feel like someone is going to find the little love and you're worried, bring them to me. I'll take the fall."

[shishitoren-vc]

@f4ilure \\ Mustard

"There's nothin wrong with bein fast, but it can leave a lot to be desired. There are certain occasions that should be savored..." Togame speaks in a slow drawl, his manner of speech slower than one might consider normal.

[keshimasu]

heroes got hurt. that was just part of the job, an occupational hazard they all agreed to by choosing that path. most of shouta’s captures were easy. with all his years of experience and fine tuned expertise, there were few nights he ended up bad off enough to hit a hospital. more times often than not the worst he got was a headache and irritated eyes, maybe a scrape. when patrol or cases were difficult, excluding extreme rare circumstances, he tried not to show up to class with any visible injury. the kids already knew their choice of career was dangerous but they tended to get distracted if he came in looking abnormally worse for wear. as it stands shouta hasn’t willingly missed a day of school. medical facilities have marked him a flight risk.

pros, especially underground ones regardless of what some said otherwise, risk their lives for a living. the good ones at least. he’s good or he would’ve found a new job when doctors warned him about being reckless before he’d even gotten a permanent license. shouta aizawa is great at his jobs and great trudging through when any sane person would quit. only in that way would he ever compare himself to all might - before all might became a teacher without seeming to know a thing about it.

maybe this is a day where he should go home early. though shift ended hours before ua started he hadn’t been able to sleep. individual problems he could handle; exhaustion, pain from overall shit health, pain from a hard catch, behind on grading, behind on paperwork, stress about students, those calls he responded to in the dead of dark that seemed to peel back skin and replace blood with static. even several at a time he could do. all at once pulls at whatever tightly coiled metal keeps him together.

the last thing he wanted was his carefully constructed mask decaying in front of anyone - especially snipe. all might is less infuriating in some ways. shouta had been crossing the staff room away from anything to grab when right leg had given out. hip, knee, it didn't matter, a joint had suddenly refused to hold his weight. his instinct to tip into the fall and roll back to standing is thwarted by said move generally requiring two functioning legs. at least he'd caught himself before momentum had carried him facefirst into the floor.

"do you even work the streets anymore?" that's his excuse for the fumble. a work injury. eraserhead got away clean or his record wouldn't be what it was. but even the best never got some blood on them, theirs or someone else's. shouta glares at the other without tilting head to look up fully from papers. he'd limp hop dragged back to his desk with no intention of moving until the bell rang. for all he blinks and uses up drops his eyes burn. body aches like the flu even seated. he's probably running a fever now that he thinks about it. "if you have something to say, say it or go away."

@f4ilure; cont