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me and amy plotting a twin au: shouto and shouchi both get into u.a. on recommendation naturally, which means mineta’s been cut from the class
the air is quiet & he senses no tensions -- unusual, really. shōto takes a step forward, something stilled in the way his foot moves. with little volume does his voice carry, monotonous as it shatters silence like glass to pavement. " happy birthday, bakugou. " he places a hand on his shoulder. " make it count. "
BAKUGOU'S BIRTHDAY 2K18 / ACCEPTING ! / @incinase
IT’S NOT A PRESENT , AND IT’S NOT A CHEER ------ what it is , in fact , is one of the most ominous goddamn birthday wishes he’s ever received , from one of the most cryptic people he’s met in his life . strangely , however , it works . the sentiment gets across , ‘ make it count ’ heard for what it should have been : another year , another chance to do better , to be better . don’t forget what you learned and push forward . it’s a victory declaration and a reminder not to lose his head all at once ------ that’s its own present , in a way . for once , he does not scoff , does not get cocky or loud . he frowns , but it isn’t in anger ; he frowns , but it’s more serious , understanding .
❛ already knew that , half n’ half . don’t need a reminder . ❜ but a push doesn’t hurt , not really ; there’s no heat in his words , not this time . he shifts his weight between his feet , hands shoved in his pockets ; there’s still a hand on his shoulder , and he doesn’t shove it off . ❛ same to you , yeah ? better not start slackin’ off , don’t give a shit if it ain’t your birthday . ❜
@incinase .
❛ oh ? you’re here already ? well , that was fast ... you little punks really have been improving. ❜ words arranged in such a manner should be complementary ------ here , they merely sound apathetic at best , condescending at worst. at the end of the day they’re still just kids after all ; a loudmouth and an heir - in - training ... improvement really only means so much. ❛ hey , toga. you like him , right ? the angry little shit ? i’ll let you have him. ❜ the delighted purr is pointedly ignored , she as a whole ignored , really , gaze having never left the scarred visage of one todoroki shouto. he must look more like his mother , he thinks , and that’s lucky ; it’s too bad he can see enji in him too. fingers flex , arm extended ; flames erupt , a blast of red and blue purposely aimed for the space between the two children , aim not to kill but instead of divide. let the blood happy bitch have her target. he’s already chosen his.
❛ i wanna spend some quality time with my little brother. ❜
@incinase ♡ liked .
` so -- your hair & eyes are really natural ? here i thought i was the best looking thing around , ` sure , his quirk manifested polar opposite qualities , but it’s easy for anyone to mold their look around their quirks . as someone who can appreciate stylish looks , she just had to know .
` i mean i am . no doubt of course . no one is me . but your very distinguished , which is good . it’s important . heroes SHOULD be . so you’re on the right track . `
🤒 – caring for them when sick/injured
❛ — OH, COME ON, DOC. have a little heart. ❜ asking the impossible. one arm wobbles weak in the air, blind in its attempt to give todoroki’s cheek an amiable couple of slaps ; the epitome of all his strength. ❛ thought this was MY schtick, eh, africa? the sexy medic? you just stick to your guns. ❜
he’s being facetious, of course — cheap humor a deterrent from how each word is pushed through a heavy pant, head anchored to the other’s lap as was appropriate proceeding situations like this. SWARMS. pretty much any encounter with runners was bound to render him horizontal, properly pitiful with bandaged legs strung out over the short length of the backseat. one foot wags out the open window in a tune he no longer remembers.
what all remains of that threadbare tunic is currently yanked up just under the hem of his binder, spotlight shed on the pretty purple mess splotched over mottled skin beneath it. he’d only taken a brief glance at it, himself ; eyes hang too heavy now to pay much more mind than that.
it’s a considerable ride back to the battered plaza they called shelter. rescue. home. todoroki’s all he’s got til then, eternally grateful for the cold compress held to his grimy forehead, hand falling to slide across that seeing to one bitch of an injury. it gives the muscle a little squeeze, a thank you that he can’t quite articulate.
boy’s becoming an all - too - familiar last sight before slipping into that heavy unconsciousness. gotta get around to bonding over somethin’ a little less dramatic.
@incinase.
❛ spell ‘ icup. ’ ❜
CARRION BIRD : those that embed their claws to tear the skin as much muscle within reach . hands are two bombs about to explode , digits of pure dynamite , but nitroglycerin . eyes of hell hypnotize so as not to leave a boredom of hope . bakugō : already unwittingly continues with violence in second skin , terrifies and admires . AGGRESSION IS YOUR NATIVE LENAGUAGE ( try to teach a dog not to bark and you will see the opposite , which nature is difficult to erase ) embedding a memory is a danger . ‘ don't FUCKING talk about it . ’
@incinase / ♡’ d for a starter .