#galequirk

[glamie]

     “i forgot big boi’s birthday and for that, i must atone for my sins with my death...” she immediately makes an illusion of her turning into dust. “please forgive me.......”

@galequirk

[austempered]

Me: *sees Bakugo* Oh, he screm and is angery, I love- Me: *sees Tetsu* Oh, he screm and is manly, I love- Me: *sees Inasa* Oh, he screm and... WOW, OKAY, HE REALLY SCREM-

[austempered]

@galequirk

It had been about two weeks since he’d made his debut as Real Steel. As a U.A. student, all of the training and challenges he’d endured had been for this goal: Getting his provisional license.

Now that he’d established a routine patrol under the tutelage of the ‘Shield Hero’, Crust, Tetsutetsu was feeling a lot more comfortable and in his element. He didn’t let the familiarity mislead him into believing there was nothing to be on the lookout for- However. 

Since All Might’s retirement, the inner city crime rates displayed a visible increase in activity. More and more small time thugs and criminals felt it was the right time to emerge from the shadows, even organizing into strong teams with compatible Quirks. The Police had enacted curfews and raised awareness about looking out for neighbors and coworkers, emphasizing not to travel alone, if possible. 

It just didn’t feel... safe, anymore.

Frowning as he rounded the corner of a small alleyway near a residential district, a sudden chorus of raised and panicked voices snapped him out of his silent brooding. Tetsutetsu immediately broke out into a steady run, dodging pedestrians and bellowing out for the clustered groups of civilians to move aside.

Glancing through the large window panels of a local grocer and convenience store, he mentally noted the positions of what looked like amateur burglars. They were wearing crude fabric masks and stuffing the contents of all the registers into dirtied pillow cases, nerves clearly making them visibly jumpy.

This was bad. Really bad, if they actually got set off enough to use their weapons, then the customers still trapped inside could get seriously injured- or worse.

Gritting his teeth, he kept low to ground and ducked behind some shelving units, using the narrow aisles as cover to get closer to the two thieves waving handguns around at the front of the store. He clenched both hands into fists and activated his Quirk, flesh and bone shifting into thick and durable metal.

Leaping out from behind the corner of a senbei display, he charged at the nearest shoplifter and roughly tackled him to the ground, both of their arms twining and shoving in order to seize the firearm that had been dropped in the process. Tetsutetsu’s heart leapt into his throat when the man struggling beneath him managed to get a good grip on the butt of the pistol, but his arm shot out and grabbed the barrel before it could be pointed in his face. 

With a roar, he tightened the vice-like grip of his fingers, effectively ruining the functionality of the handgun’s slide action. His opponent couldn’t fire off any rounds without risking possible damage to his own hand and face, so the firearm was essentially forgotten in the ongoing struggle. Rearing an arm back, he pummeled the masked man’s jaw and nose, the impact of the last solid hit making his head bounce against the linoleum flooring.

The second male tried to make a break for it, shoulderchecking the nearest ‘employees only’ door open as he ran. As much as he wanted to chase the guy down, he needed to secure the the limbs of the burglar he’d just put out of commission... Luckily, there was an entire drawer full of black plastic zip ties behind one of the counters.

The sound a whimpering caught his attention, Tetsutetsu dusting off his hands as he stood up from his kneeling position on the ground. There was a small child cradled within the trembling arms of an elderly woman, both of their wide and fearful eyes trained upon the freshly recruited hero who had arrived on the scene.

“Are you two okay? Nobody’s hurt?” he asked, jogging over to their hiding place under a fruit stand filled with honeydew melon.

Much to his chagrin, they both began screaming and cowering at the mere sight of his burly frame approaching.

“H-hey, it’s all right! I’m here to help protect you from the bad guys, okay? Don’t be afraid-” he tried to explain, making calming gestures to show he wasn’t about to inflict any harm upon either of the pair.

[umbled]

♗ henwwo

sry this took so long ! i tried to add that one facial scar but gave up on the forehead area mLFKSDFJ

[2ash-s]

"Oi, sir!" You can really *hear* Inasa when he runs, he's a big guy, after all. A wide hand catches Dabi's shoulder, warm and bold and recklessly fearless. He doesn't know, after all. The boy laughs, holds up a black wallet, "I think you dropped this, mister."

black hair pushes out beneath a cap just as much so, and the mask which comes to view as he turns is of same fashion. incredible, how it’s been less than a second, how their eyes haven’t yet met, and he can already tell the guy is a nuisance. he expects gleefully red cheeks and a naive, out of breath smile, gets more or less both and it’s plain unexciting– but a spark of recognition stirs that conclusion. he finds himself interested somewhere under his dry expression.

“ yeah. oops, ” he confirms, fingers reaching for the wallet that is undoubtedly his. “ good catch. ” it’s almost sad how predictable the resulting flare of pride is on the hero-student’s face ( that much he can predict, it’s the only reason he should seem familiar. ) 

the wallet slides back into the back-pocket out of which it slipped, no lessons learnt. it doesn’t matter, he carries no ID and it’s been a while since his last pay-day. this familiarity– it’s mutual, isn’t it? what’re you searching for there? teal happen to be your favorite color? i wouldn’t be surprised– i already placed you.

a smirk curls under his mask, reaches his good-bye. “ see you around, yoarashi inasa. ”

[yetimaybelline]

     “ I constantly forget you’re in another grade and class. It just crossed me to ask you which presentations you will be attending at the event, but it is for second years. 

     I suppose it’s a shame. I really do think of you as an extension of our class. Back in the  semester’s beginning, I requested the dorm attendant to refrain from kicking you out outside of visit times, given you seemed a constant invite to our private events. ”

Even the grape incidents, he smiles about them in hindsight. Must be the man’s natural inclination to help, nature of task secondary.

   “ But. I shouldn’t try and hoard you all to our class. You’ve got one of your own, after all. ” @galequirk

[thegangorca-blog]

@galequirk II SC

“I see what you’re trying to do, but it’s not gonna work. Have you already forgotten what you’ve learned so far in these sessions?”

The whole point of timed attacks is to keep your opponent on the defense and having someone land the knockout hit needs to be done without the opponent knowing who’s doing it. The students had improved on their timing and getting use to each other's quirks however they were still sticking to certain groups for similar combinations each time. However a certain boy continues to want to help all the groups at the same time revealing his own weakness.

“You’re quick to adapt to your environment but you’re also far too easily swayed by others. While it’s fine to keep an open mind, you need to hold firm at times. Such indecisiveness will be your undoing against villains.”

[dignitied]

            ‘  do not forget it is the respectable shiketsu you represent.  ’     a diamond in the rough, not unpolished yet rugged  —  that’s what inasa feels like to seiji, and he can’t help but mourn the potential. still, it is his duty as an upperclassman to guide the lost, and so he takes it upon himself to be the teacher.      ‘  your image reflects our institution, and so you must choose your words with utmost caution... starting with lowering your volume.  ’

(  @galequirk.  )