#hellorhighotters

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Joseph is not one for running. Or any kind of physical exertion, actually.

Which would be why he’s now propped himself up against a wall with one hand, the other on his knees, feeling like he might just die. Naturally it has to start raining while he’s in the middle of campus with no shelter nearby. He isn’t terribly fond of having to give his best effort at a sprint to the nearest building, especially not soaking wet, but at least he found someplace dry...

He takes a deep breath, flicking rainwater off of his hands and looking a bit like a (very wet) pouty cat. Glancing around at where he ended up, he notices for one that this is not his building, and for another that there’s someone close by who most likely thinks he’s an idiotーbut this is irrelevant.

He cracks a sort of crooked smile at Semimaru. “Excuse me. You wouldn’t happen to have an umbrella or the like I could borrow, would you?”

[omawariji]

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"You know,” Shifting over to morning patrols always sucked, the first day the most of all. Keiji was naturally a nocturnal person, so starting a shift right at nine pm was perfectly within his limits, but not even a weekend of rest would make waking up at six am any easier. The first couple of hours of his shift he could get through relatively easily though once he had filled up on some coffee and breakfast fuel, it was the afternoon hours where not even lunch could make up for his dwindling energy. The day wouldn’t drag so much if there was actually anything happening at the university, but as per the usual on a safe campus, nothing was happening. 

That was why that yelp had caught his attention so quickly, though any alarm quickly turned into indifference once he caught sight of the little green hopper that was drawing such a reaction from the poor student. 

“This is a grasshopper, it’s not gonna do anything to you.” 

[inxanis]

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He must be doing something wrong because he could have sworn the picture looks nothing like this. Still, Dabi continues to flip each piece of bacon anyway. It says on the package that cooking bacon doesn’t require cooking oil but that doesn’t make sense, does it? He’s seen bacon in sizzling delicacy before and that sizzling wouldn’t happen without oil. 

Or so he thought.

His dinner is starting to look like it’s on the brink of being charred remains instead of displaying the crisp, savory golden-brown surface. Dabi lowers the heat and looks off to the side just in time to find another resident of the dorm building about to pass by the communal kitchen.

❝Oi, does this look edible to you?❞ He asks in his usual impassive tone as he tilts the pan a bit to let the guy have a good look at what he’s trying to cook. 

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“Eeeek, watch out!” She called out for the guy, she was running towards to. For him a very weird sight, or at least so until he’d see the rolling tomatoes on the ground, that were rolling ahead of Nao. But before she could catch up to them, they did turn already into ketchup in front of the strangers shoes... Oh no, looks like she lost the unwanted race. Well, no surprise there. Exercising wasn’t her strong suit after all. On top of that, they weren’t the most freshest tomatoes after all, as it looked like.  

“Oh no... I wanted to paint those, and later eat them for dinner... They were pricey tomatoes too... What a waste. I’m such a disappointment! I’m really sorry you had to witness that...”

[silenttium]

How in the world could she possibly explain this situation without looking silly? Shouko helplessly stares up at her bag where it can be seen hanging from the top branch of a tree that is just too tall for her to even have the courage to climb it. Oh dear, what a dilemma. She looks around in hopes of finding someone who might help her without asking the dreaded question: how did it get up there? Without a second thought, she opts for the nearest person she sees and steps in front of him before he could walk any further.

Shouko waves her hand at him in polite greeting before pointing at her backpack, hoping he could get the message that she’s in need of help.

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❝ Oi! Roomie! ❞ Octavio burst out of the crowd of people to grab Semimaru’s arm. He was originally just going to grab someone at random, but when he’d turned to do so, he’d seen is roommate among the masses. The guy always seemed like a pretty good sport, so he thought this wouldn’t hurt. 

❝ Guy at the booth thinks I’m cheating somehow, but I just got good aim and he doesn’t believe me. I was trying to convince him and I got the crowed worked up and now they want to see something really cool so just stand here and don’t move! ❞ He let go of the other boy’s arm once he’d dragged Semimaru to the balloon-popping booth. Leaning bodily over the counter, he snatched one of the balloons and blew it up to be about the size of his own head. He then reached up, rubbing it a bunch on Semimaru’s hair to get it to stay by static electricity, and backed up.

❝ Don’t! Move! ❞  he reminded Semimaru as he covered his eyes with one hand. The other, he reached out and the man running the booth placed a dart in his palm, saying something about not being able to condone this. As almost an after thought, Octavio pulled out his phone and handed it to someone nearby before re-covering his eyes.  ❝ Fans will love this--record the whole thing! ❞

[hopelessxbeacon-blog]

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A classroom, spare and empty, devoid of all life besides her after the school day, away from the other clubs and people who could disturb her, or mostly anyways. Today along with her books Breeze brought her most entrusted friend with her, her well taken care of violin that she would play often when alone, in fear of someone recognizing her music. And now with time to spare with now activities to do this day she isolated herself in a place that wasn’t, fully, a lonely cramped room. Breeze took deep breaths before steadying herself. Soon enough a gentle melody would fill the room and leak into the hall from the cracked door, the sound wasn’t the best for the room sure, but it was better than her normal place to play. “♪ They can call us hear~tle~ss♪”

“♪Hallo~w Vessels of what we used to be~♪“ Breeze would sing with her melody the steps of her heels could be heard barley under the music as she would move around freely in the room. The music would carry on for a good three minutes as she would finish the song happy and content with how it was sounding, but she had so much free time, she didn’t want to stop. And giving it a small rest Breeze would begin to set up for the next song she wanted to play, sure not all music she played was her own, but she had done covers before and actually posted the videos. Breeze was not as popular as she had been when she was younger and participating in national contests, but she loved music and wanted to share it, even if it was in an empty room to herself, with the only conduit for her voice being an empty hallway.

[sleepyxscholar]

‘ i smell like beef ’

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“Fascinating.” 

Linhardt really had no idea what to say in response to such a statement. Sure, he had dealt with statements lacking of any substance such as this one in tenfold, living with Caspar, but most of the time he could hum in acknowledgment or simply ignore his friend. That was how their relationship worked. 

He had already tried ignoring this man, for the first ten minutes they’d been stuck in the elevator in Blackwood’s central building. He’d contemplated sitting down and trying to nap, but the dirty floors had him thinking otherwise. Though, as time dragged on, they became more and more appealing… 

And then, the beef comment. 

Although his response was entirely dismissive and sounding devoid of interest, Linhardt found his gaze wandering to the other male. And slowly, he leaned closer and sniffed. 

The entire event was awkward. Linhardt said nothing after.

It wasn’t until the elevator was fixed and they were exiting that Linhardt caught the eye of the other, and a slight nod was gifted.

“You do,” he said feigning disinterest. Part of him really wanted to know why. He cleared his throat, tilting his head to the side curiously, “smell like beef, that is.”