#int65

[djsouled]

[txt] lmk when ur free? need to talk

[txt] its about sho-chan

[txt] i think hes fallen in with the wrong crowd. im worried.

well, that's never an encouraging thing to read. in fact it's worrisome enough that he physically feels a jolt to his heartbeat, a lightness of a flutter in his chest. something like ice runs in his veins, already do his thoughts run a mile a minute before he has to find a seat and park ass. thumbs run over the screen like an olympic typer,

[ sms ] free rn [ sms ] wdym?

fuck it. texting couldn't possibly measure up to what he really needed on this topic. he pulls up aksha's number and dials it within milliseconds.

@int65.

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Shota has a thing for blondes. I will not elaborate.

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“It’s hard to hold this much anger in my body.” (from mr yagi <3)

Sent in from here from @int65

After watching the older man struggling, Shota had offered to help Toshinori with some work orientated things, even if it was last minute. It was just some paperwork and it didn't take long for Yagi to catch on, Shota hadn't expected anything less from the number one hero. It wasn't often that they were alone like this, there was almost someone always with them to break up the moments of still between them. So they had opted for comfortable silence.

When Toshi spoke Shota had paused in the rifling of his files, trying to find a misplaced paper among the stack of manilla folders that were sitting on his desk. He gave the hero a hunch of his shoulders before allowing them to drop back down again. "That seems about right to me. You have lost a lot in a short period of time. It's only natural for you to feel some sort of way about it. Whether it be anger, sadness or grief. Hell, it maybe even be all three of those and more."

Shota placed his elbow on the edge of his desk before resting his chin against his palm, thinking. "Rage can be blinding, but anger is a powerful motivator. It's important to keep a little bit of it to keep pressing on. To keep going, even if it's just out of spite."

"You've proven the world wrong before, you can do it again."

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Toshinori: I think I'm finally comfortable enough to telling the Aizawa family, that I'm also All-might. Shota: *thinking about his annoying ass journalist brother*

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@int65 asked: vega's words are metal screeching and static, hotaru is one of the few he with whom he speaks the language that comes most naturally to him. ‘what will you do now, with the chance for a future we have won?’

to the untrained ear, it might just be screeching and static - but to hotaru, it's the comforting voice of her old friend , floating through her mind and causing the wings at their ears to twitch. they sit at the edge of the lost city , shoulder to shoulder underneath the nostalgia-filled sky , the atmosphere lighter as the traveler breathes a sigh of relief. it takes hotaru a moment, but they respond in kind - a series of chirps and static, hums and warbling scratches. < honestly ? i-i don't know . i didn't even think i'd make it this far ! it does feels kinda weird that the last city just started getting used to... > they gesture , hopelessly, to all of themself before the warlock continues, < well, me, and here i've gone and changed again. >

they flex their new arm - bulky metal burnt & molded & re-forged by the burning light of the traveler that once spiraled & coursed through their veins into something more organic than techno-organic: a metallic wing wrapping and spiraling around something more akin to flesh, a reminder fashioned from the light of a being they once called and cursed as a god. but it's not - it still ends in clawed fingertips , it still has those blue lights shining between the cracks, it is still metal that coats their arm with those new pretty plates. maybe , much like prismatic, the line between what hotaru is and what they aren't is endlessly blurred - no thin line , only what is. & despite everything they've been through, it's still them. it's always been them. & isn't that enough ?

the warlock's legs swing idly over the city of nostalgia's past as they mull all of this over : the struggles, the change, the road that lead them here & the road to be forged ahead , before responding: < i think.... i'll do what i've always done : help people. but do you wanna know a secret? well, it's not exactly a secret, > hotaru confesses, a too-human laugh bursting through the static, < but whatever the future brings, vega - i'm excited to face it with you. so.... what about you , my dear friend ? what will you do with the chance we've won? >

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All for One: Happy birthday, All-Might All-Might:

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“So long as I am on this stage and drawing breath, you can good and goddamn believe I’ll be trying my best in every challenge.” (THIS one's from mr yagi)

@int65 sent in this from Toshinori Yagi from here

Oh, All-Might. Always so gallant, determined and poetic with words. Shota had never had much eloquence with those types of niceties. No wonder his co-teacher's e-mails were such a mouthful. It was just a part of the All-Might brand he supposed, at least some of it was anyway. All-Might was flashy, confident, loud. Oafish. And on the flipside, Yagi Toshinori seemed to be humble, introspective, quiet. Private, even. Shota figured that the real man was somewhere in between those extremes.

Shota leaned back in his seat, his body slouched as he rested his elbow on the back of his chair, taking in the older man for a brief moment. He gently placed down the beer glass onto the wooden table with a soft thump before letting out a "Mmm." of thought. So much for a night of relaxation. Then again, with the state of the world, no one was feeling relaxed as of late.

"Well, I wouldn't expect anything less out of you," he said, and he meant that, truly. But, it didn't take long before the corners of his mouth turned up into an almost playful smirk. "You're the most bullheaded person that I've ever met. Needless to say, I'm not surprised in the slightest. I can't say that I've seen you do anything half-assed. You've always gone above and beyond what's needed. Plus Ultra, and all of that. Challenges will always be coming your way, they always have, they always will. But your resiliency will always be stronger than them."

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“It’s hard to hold this much anger in my body.” (from mr yagi <3) WRONG CHARACTER. THAT SHOULD'VE BEEN FROM SOL

“It’s hard to hold this much anger in my body.” 

Sent in from here by @int65; Mr. Yagi Sol Porque lo nos dos?

Shota shifted uncomfortably in the rigid hospital chair. He should have brought his damn sleeping bag with him and he knew it. Then again, if he was in a deep sleep, he might not have heard her words. Fortunately, he was only in a light doze. He pried away his arm that had been folded at the elbow over his eyes as a means to shield them. He then ran his hand through his hair, giving the top of his scalp a light squeeze and release, and then repeated the motion a few times.Aizawa then wiped the same hand down the front of his face, trying to rouse some sort of alertness. He took in a deep inhale through his nose before letting out a low sigh.

"Well," he started, his onyx eyes still blinking with tiredness before meeting hers. "You have a lot to be angry for. If it's so pent up inside of you, release it. If you let go of your own grip on it, it will loosen it's hold on you in turn. I know we're a bit restricted here, but maybe we can find a place where you can express it. Run, scream, cry, fight. Although, I can imagine that you might be tired of that, fighting, I mean. I'll see what I can do, if you want that. If not, I think a journal might suffice, even if it is a bit cliche."