#hearthum

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new dm to  :  MEAN   /     ♡ ｡

peanut butter baby  :  hey there sugarpie peanut butter baby  :  ... peanut butter baby  :  you’re my little peanut butter baby  :  ... peanut peanut butter baby  :  sorry. that was weird? peanut butter baby  :  how are you  ...  angel dust peanut butter baby  :  no. sorry. thats a drug peanut butter baby  :  Hello Jirou. peanut butter baby  :  have you seen my pink longcat shirt?

[inventeque-blog]

❛ are you gonna make your hands explode? ❜

MEME ; ACCEPTING FOREVER

                 a low, suspicious chuckle emanates from mei.  she leans close, face twisted into a particularly untrustworthy grin as she lifts her freshly gloved hands.  the gloves are, in fact, the only thing about her that does not seem pointedly shady in this moment.

                             “ e x p l o d e ?  of course not; power loader specifically said i’m not allowed to purposefully build anything that explodes.  these are harmless.”

                  and indeed, they do look more or less like a normal pair of gloves.  mei slowly glances over her shoulder, taking note of power loader’s location, before slowly craning her neck around to face jirou again, mouth stretched wide with glee.  she stretches her arms out as wide as possible, then brings her hands together with force.

                                                                                                  THEY EXPLODE.

[saveandwin]

“ i listened to some of the songs from that band you mentioned, jirou-san! deep dope! ” he must have listened to their new album five times already ----- a record for him, considering he’s never really been one for bands. he didn’t expect to like heavy rock as much as he did either. sure, he listened to a lot of metal and rock that he’s heard kacchan listening to before, but that was workout music! he didn’t usually listen to it otherwise.  “ they’re really incredible! ”

starter for : @hearthum​​​​ !!!

[urabitea]

       “HEY, HEY --- I know this is so sudden &. I`m only dropping this on you now, but are you going to be free tomorrow, Kyouka-chan? Not asking for any reason at all; I just want to know.” Chipper &. upbeat, it was as plain as day how Ochako couldn`t hold in her excitement, unable to keep still as she practically bounced off the heels of her feet as she awaited her friend`s answer, holding what appears to be a flyer behind her back for a rock music festival that`s FREE for all ages in Shibuya ( extra emphasis on the free ), no entry cost required.

@hearthum caught that  ♥.

[saveandwin]

when jirou had come up and started talking to him, izuku hadn’t really thought much of it. maybe it was the excitement of getting further in his training, or having a conversation with his fellow classmate that caught him off-guard, but when jirou asked what he was listening to, izuku gladly handed his phone over to her without a thought, all smiles. in fact, he’s still smiling when he remembers just what he’d been listening to, and that smile promptly freezes on his face, becoming a little strained and eyes a little bug-eyed as he tries not to choke in his panic.

❝ ah — wait! it’s ---- ❞   izuku reaches out, hands waving a little as he tries to warn jirou, but the effort after his realization is too late. the music blasts through the earbuds, heavy electric guitar riffs ripping through the air alongside the sound of drums. izuku can feel the heat rising up from his neck all the way to his face, lips pressed tightly together as he stares firmly down at the ground in embarrassment.  ❝ kind of loud ... ❞   he finishes, the words trailing off as he presses a hand to his face. it isn’t that he thinks jirou would be weirded out by the music -- he knows that she’s probably one of the few people in the class who actually listens and plays this kind of music! izuku, on the other hand ... isn’t one of those people, and he knows how odd it probably is, to find out what his playlist is like. but it’s not like it was a secret or anything! he just ... never told anyone, too embarrassed to admit that the reason he even ever listened to this type of music was because kacchan did, and that his interest only grew after hearing jirou and the rest of the band play at the culture festival.

┊*STARTER CALL. 〉 @hearthum.

[fightfists]

△ / @hearthum

" jirou, are you free this weekend? “   kendou chirps, falling into step with the other hero-in-training as they made their way back from the lunch line.   “ there’s going to be a motorcycle show in tokyo and i wanted to stop by for an hour or two, and there’s always cool shops and food stalls around there so i figure it’d make for pretty a fun day! “ 

[quirkerased]

@hearthum || continued.

    shit.

    that’s what he thinks, when he sees a scene down on the street, a few civilians and what looks like an entire gang of villains bearing down on a figure on the dimly-lit street.

    and then he gets close enough to recognize the figure, and he thinks, shit, again, but with more feeling.

    he doesn’t know what they’re doing off campus at this hour -- any hour that’s late enough for aizawa to be on patrol is too late for his students to be wandering, in his opinion -- and he’s going to be angry about that later, but for now, there isn’t time to do more than, with only a moment spared to assess the situation, surge forward, running along a telephone wire and leaping down to land with a slight skid next to jirou, eyes flaring red, capture weapon at the ready.

    it’s a handful of thugs with quirks he hasn’t had time to observe, and this initial entrance is the only element of surprise he has; it’s not his ideal combat scenario. but that doesn’t matter right now. jirou doesn’t stand a chance on their own, and he’s not going to let one of his students get hurt again.

    the numbers aren’t too much for him. this is, as far as he can tell, an opportunistic attack; they’re hardly on the level of a coordinated organization of villains, and they thought they’d have an easy time with one teenage hero-in-training. but it does mean that countering them takes all his focus, and he doesn’t have time to deal with unexpected elements, which is why he cuts jirou off with a shout. it’s harsh, he knows, but there’s no time to care in combat, and right now his priority is keeping them out of the way, both to save them from more harm and to stop them from making more work for him.

    it’s a dirty fight. he has to fight in close quarters, which doesn’t really give his capture weapon its best opportunities, so he aims hard and turns the enemies’ motions against each other when he can, taking advantage of the fact that there are too many of them for them to coordinate easily in a tight space. his mind is racing, focus laser-tight because it has to be: through watering eyes, he makes use of his quirk at unpredictable intervals, stalling a quirk for only a second or two when an attack was about to be made, enough to throw them off their balance, and then switching it to the next biggest threat. it’s a razor’s edge brand of strategy, keeping just ahead of them, and it isn’t perfect; he’s bleeding from several places by the time he has a few of them on the ground, and his right arm is getting hard to move freely.

    so of course that’s when one of them manages to evade him long enough to circle around towards jirou.

    inwardly, aizawa curses; he sees it happening out of his peripheral vision, but if he makes a go for that one, he’ll just get overrun by the two still on him. he needn’t have worried, though -- he hears jirou react, feels the pulse of their quirk, and uses the distraction to kick one villain in the head, sending him falling like a sack of bricks, and spin the coils of his capture weapon around the other until they can’t move.

    that’s that, then.

    he looks up, locks eyes with jirou, who quickly drops their gaze, voice shaking as they apologize. tears turn to sobs as the shock of what just happened washes over them, and aizawa frowns, stooping to jab the temple of the villain wrapped in his capture weapon with his elbow so that their eyes roll back in their head. just in case. “not here,” he says shortly to jirou, taking his phone out. he calls in the incident -- thankfully one of the watching civilians had already phoned the police, and there’s a unit heading towards them that’ll be here in a minute. good. normally aizawa would stay and keep a watch until the police get there, but if he does that then he’ll be drawn into talks about it, asked to give details, and he doesn’t feel like hanging around that long. he’s got a student to look after, and jirou’s been through enough without having to deal with the police.

     so he dumps the unconscious body of the one villain out of his capture weapon, recoiling it around his neck, and then walks over to jirou, offering a hand. “come on, we’re getting out of here. can you walk on that leg?”

[memorir]

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MUSIC MEME ! accepting.

send ♫ to learn a song that my muse plays on repeat a lot.

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