#herorank

[pexfections]

​` 𖥔 ݁₊ 𐔌 . ⋮ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎@herorank enlighter stares real hard . maybe if he does it long enough , nice's head will blow up . maybe    . . . just    maybe    that's    possible,    but    for    now,    all    enlighter    does    is    make    himself    look    like    one    of    m a n y    desperate    fans.    draped    in    white    silks    that    perhaps    reveal    a    little    more    skin    than    what's    appropriate    —    especially    considering    his    girlfriend    is    currently    showing    less    —    there    are    far    too    many    eyes    on    the    hero    to    even    notice    his    little    zealot.    though    the    moment    crystalline    hues    land    on    long    locks    of    black    and    furrowed    brows,    the    first    thing    he    does    is    send    a    wink    the    other's    way.    sadly    not    blowing    up.   

[kimusoka]

@herorank liked .✦ ݁˖ for a starter ( nice ) .ᐟ

"if  you're  looking  for  a  way  around  the  crowd,  i'd  recommend  going  this  way."  izuku  points  off  to  the  side.  no  one  could  predict  when  crowds  would  form,  especially  when  heroes  would  show  up.  once  upon  a  time,  he'd  have  been  a  part  of  the  crowd,  sometimes  would  find  himself  in  them.  today,  however,  he'd  found  himself  distracted  by  them.  "if  you're  not  trying  to  catch  anyone's  attention,  that  is."

[kimusoka]

@herorank liked .✦ ݁˖ for a starter ( lin ling ) .ᐟ

"you  look  like  you  could  use  a  pick-me-up."  a  warm  smile  is  offered  as  a  meat  bun  is  offered  to  the  other.  "the  stall  owner  over  there  just  made  these,  and  they're  some  of  the  best  i've  had.  if  beef  isn't  what  you  like,  i  can  grab  one  you  do."

[pexfections]

" well , nice . are you ready to finally admit to the world that you are a fraudster ? "

​` 𖥔 ݁₊ 𐔌 . ⋮ a    pale    digit    is    brought    to    soft    lips,    lingering    there    in    quiet    contemplation,    as    if    thinking,    as    if,    for    once,    finally    considering    the    man's    words    instead    of    smoothly    disregarding    him    with    that    practised,    effortless    dismissal.    a    long    time    coming    perhaps,    or    so    he    knew    that's    what    enlighter    would    think    were    veils    ever    lifted.    truly,    nice    could    never    understand    why    some    people    were    so    desperate    for    the    truth    —    believing    themselves    entitled    to    it    —    were    there    not    a    million    more    problems    this    world    had    to    offer .ᐣ    oh    well,    it's    not    worth    lingering    on    for    too    long,    lest    enlighter's    poor    head    begin    to    wander,    to    spiral,    to    explore    where    it    ought    not.    ❛❛    well    i    would—    ❜❜    lips    upturned,    curving    with    deliberate    softness,    voice    soft    and    sweet,    dripping    with    saccharine    veneer,    the    same    sugary    crap    he    gives    xiao    yueqing    on    television.    ❛❛    but    admitting    that    would    be    a    lie . . .    and    i    know    how    much    you    dislike    those    ❜❜

[patetpluvia]

@herorank - Enlighter

Nix glanced over at the other as they stacked the papers together atop the desk beside them. Their tail drifted behind them, the hero making no attempt to hide it for obvious reasons. "I'll give you credit, you at least knew to wait until class was done for the day. If you were to barge in here in the middle of it, I would be angry at you. So.. What is it you want, Enlighter?"

[chaieos]

" soooo , " okay . so while not the moment eloquent of conversation starters , it still counts for something ... right ? at least , that was what lin ling had hoped for anyway . " ... what do you think about spicy food ? "

a pause in cutting of vegetables, routine now more than he'd wanted to. a sideway glance towards @herorank, a proximity forced upon them by miss j, once attempted between moon and lin ling, and perhaps it had worked out for them but apparently even after his failure to listen, and his massive contract breach by exposing himself, he still apparently had a job. alas, here he was, stuck in a less-than-pristine home, cluttered nice would call it : a mess. a stray pillow here and there, more plants than wreck had ever seen nai look at. they were so very different, whatever did miss j ever think ? a chop of his knife before he falls into the repetitiveness of the mise en place. another glance to the side, a rather nervous looking lin ling fidgeting next to him, picking at fingers : another habit he took from nai or was it one of his own ? a sigh, even wreck wasn't immune to whatever lin ling was attempting to do. " you want me to make your broth spicy ? " civil, still a little too harsh, even to wreck. a quick muttered apology, " stir for me. will you ? " an attempt at a somewhat truce. " i don't mind spicy food that much, as long as it's not overwhelming the other ingredients. "

[pexfections]

would u date a hater — [ anon, totally not enlighter ]

​` 𖥔 ݁₊ 𐔌 . ⋮ a    finger    brought    to    plush    lips    in    consternation,    nice    would    argue    there's    a    better    question    to    be    asked    here    —    one    that    curls    with    quiet    amusement    rather    than    offence.    why    would    a    hater    even    want    to    date    him,    why    linger    so    close    to    something    they    insist    on    scorning    ?    oh,    well,    perfection    personified    w a s    an    achievement    very    few    could    obtain    —    a    prize    in    a    game    long    since    rigged.    opinions    easily    discarded,    he    was    undoubtedly    one    of    the    most    beautiful    heroes    (  people  )    to    ever    be    seen,    a    living    painting    wrapped    in    soft    light    and    sharper    edges.    would    a    date    with    him    not    be    something    for    prosperity,    a    fleeting    brush    with    something    rare    enough    to    brag    about    later,    even    if    you    disliked    him ?

the    sweetest    of    smiles    —    like    he    doesn't    consider    himself    something    clean    amongst    filth    —    as    if    the    thought    never    quite    crosses    his    mind,    head    tilting,    allowing    white    locks    to    fall    in    a    way    deemed    charming    rather    than    messy,    each    strand    catching    the    air    with    careless    elegance,    framing    a    face    too    gentle    for    the    rumours    that    cling    to    it.    ❛❛    well,    i    suppose    i'd    hope    you'd    come    to    like    me    were    we    close    enough    to    date    ❜❜

[trustsvalue-a]

i have to be better than this. || @herorank

what could be greater than this? — shang chao @ yang cheng

It's hard to imagine that this life they've built could last. Everyday is a race towards another step forward in making the world a better, safer place. The world and — more importantly — his friends believe in him. Shang Chao speaks to him in such an honest and sincere way that Yang Cheng can't help but smile.

There isn't much that could be better.

Much... Guilt pricks at his heart like like a fang biting at him, and it won't come loose. That's easy for Shang Cheng to say, isn't it? He already has everything. Envy's a nasty poison. Yang Cheng's eyes fall to his wrist where his fingers reflexively scratch. “ Mm...”

His gaze averts, his smile dropping with it. “ I never thought I'd get this far. ”