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As genuinely touched as he is that the trio had thought to invite him out with them, Toshinori can't help but... feel like he doesn't belong.
An outsider. Too old for this.
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Saturday Afternoon Drinks ($60 Comm)
As genuinely touched as he is that the trio had thought to invite him out with them, Toshinori can't help but... feel like he doesn't belong.
An outsider. Too old for this.
They’re biased. No idea why.
Bandages and Bravado, Tracing Scars Chapter 6: Healthy Glow
Summary: Shouta is looking good and feeling good. His friends are suspicious.
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“I was surprised to see you training that General Studies kid,” Nemuri began, and Aizawa gave her a look that seemed to say ‘yeah, me too’. “But, you know, it looks like it's going well.”
“It's going,” he admitted hoarsely. His shoulder, as if on request, throbbed.
“Do you need any help?”
“Oh believe me he does,” Mic sighed as obnoxiously as he could, running a hand along the upwards sweep of his meticulously gelled hair. “But of course he asks me, the only one of his only two friends with a legitimate profession outside of UA!”
“If I thought Nemuri's particular skill set would help him out, I would have asked,” Aizawa said, so incredibly tired. “But he has a voice Quirk and the closest Shinsou comes to magically putting people to sleep is his incessant talking.”
“Oh no, is it another Kirishima?” Nemuri laughed. Beside her, Mic was clearly hectically flipping through his mental list of 1-A, trying to get the reference.
“No, he just talks. At me. All the time, about weird shit.”
“And you haven't punted him yet?” Mic demanded, aghast. Aizawa shot him a look. His friend knew intimately how much Aizawa detested endless chatter and, inconveniently, how he was the only one allowed to chatter like that and not get got.
“Hm. Well, when you think about it ...” Nemuri tilted her head, picturesque as always. She smoothed her dark hair over her shoulder, glossy red nails clicking softly. “If this is the kid from the tournament, considering his Quirk? Maybe this is the first time he's been given free reign to actually talk and express himself without worrying about people freaking out or suspecting him of using his Quirk for untoward things. You're probably doing something really good for his self-esteem by just listening, Shouta.”
“Oh shut up,” Aizawa grumbled, thoroughly sick of everyone having such a good idea of what was going on in his life.
you said in a tag that the teacher trio are all gay for toshi and honestly i love that so much im dying now. would you mind explaining what kind of relationship you think the four of them have or the kind of relationship you would like them to have (you can just delete this ask if you dont want to)
Ahh well!! I totally stole those tags from @mustardmouse op, but I super agree!!
Toshi is a major source of gayness mostly because EVERYONE IS SO HAPPY TO BE AROUND HIM! Like, really? My ideal hc is Toshinori being loved forever in as many ways as he can imagine and losing track of all the amazingly genuine and joyful ways he can connect with people. So yes I imagine the O(Teach)3 closing around him like starry-eyed vipers as soon as they realize what a sweetheart he is and how he has NEVER DONE A THING WRONG IN HIS LIFE. (Vipers of l-love, I guess yes)
RIDICULOUS HCs AHOY! *toottoot*
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Posted the rest of my erasermic/oteach3 fic :> I’m super jazzed about it and hope you enjoy the most self indulgent 58,000 words of fic I’ve ever written.
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