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@patronsxints ♥'d (you get an ectoplasm!)
"Aizawa." He's standing beside the desk, arms crossed and eyes narrowed behind the thick lens of his glasses. He leans over to pull the paper out of the other's already loose grip and places it on the desk with a huff.
"You can barely keep your head up, when's the last time you slept?" Even with his poor vision, he can see the heavy bags.
And, considering he is a mathematician, he knows that the number is much too high.
@patronsxints ♥'d
The room is hot. Way too hot. Usually Hanta was complaining about being freezing. He was much too susceptible to the cold, it fucked with his joints worse than they already fucked with themselves. He wasn't used to laying in his room and feeling like he was boiling alive. Waking up in a sweat wasn't a pleasant experience and the pile of blankets on top of him certainly didn't help. Tossing them off, he rolled out of the hammock, feet tapping against the floor with practiced precision. He wandered over to his alarm clock on his desk, lips pursing and brows flicking down as he read the time. About two hours before he usually woke up. He didn't think he was going to get much more rest in that time.
What a pain.
Might as well get a start on the day, his mind replied. He turned off the sound machine in the corner of his room, the gentle sound of rolling waves fading out and just the stale quiet of the room taking over, refilled his oil diffuser, and kicked around the pile of clothes on the floor that he was totally going to take care of to find a decent shirt to wear. He didn't bother brushing his hair out, the cowlicks and unruly mess weren't of much concern, not like anyone else was going to be up this early.
Heading downstairs, he made a beeline for the kitchen, perusing the fridge and pantry for ingredients to make his breakfast. Having an empty kitchen to work in was quite nice. Just as he was putting the rice he had gathered to boil he heard the doors to the dorm building open and close.
Who could that be? The sun wasn't even up yet. Could it be an intruder? A villain getting past all the protection and precautions the school had? Hanta peeked his head out of the kitchen, heart racing with anticipation, but the sight that greeted him washed all his worries away. Iida Tenya, a much more familiar and welcomed face. But what was he doing out so early in the morning?
"Class prez?" He called out, a confused but relieved smile on his face. "What are you doing up so early?"
the icy hand at their chin keeps them calm. if only for a second. another chance? life feels so out of reach now. are they hungry? too many thoughts go through their brain. wait their brain? their own brain? they're still alive? tomura shigaraki is alive.
after all the blood. after all fire. after all the fighting. after everything they're still shigaraki tomura — or maybe shimura tenko. there's also winter's hand at their chin. thank whatever despicable in the icy circle of hell that brought them together. " kori. " / @patronsxints gets a shigaraki for kori
//continued from here.
Izuku positively beamed when Iida accepted his request for help. "Yes, please!" he enthusiastically exclaimed. "I know you take really good notes too!"
He glanced around the common area. "Do you wanna go set up at one of the dining hall tables, or would you rather work on the couch?" He paused in thought. "We could also go to one of our rooms if you think it might get too noisy?"
@patronsxints
"Mark me. Mark me so everyone knows who I belong to." nem and sora
Sora chuckles a bit, though he can't help but oblige her. After all, if this woman asked him to move a mountain, he would find a way to do it. "I'll make sure everyone knows who you belong to, Nemi. I'll make sure of it."
"After all.. you're mine~ And they'll know it." He smirks a bit before going back to nibbling and sucking on various spots on her neck, intent on leaving plenty of marks where they would easily be seen.
"Don't be gentle with me—I like it when you're rough." nem and sora
There's a hum of a sound as he nuzzles into her neck, planing a gentle kiss. "Yeah..? Are you sure, my love? Tell me if I go too far, okay..? I don't want to hurt you, Nemi.." Even with the tone of the conversation and with what they're doing, his voice is soft and genuine.
And even with his voice being soft and gentle as it is.. he does move to quicken his pace, He wants to satisfy his love, wants her to love everything about him and about their times together. He wants to do what she wants him to.
“you’re hot when you’re angry.” amaya and sora
There's a scoff as Sora rolls his eyes, sighing a heavy sigh out as he glances back at her. "Well, you'll be thinking that a lot then, the longer we have to deal with the damn media. There's a reason I prefer to patrol at night, and it's not just because that's when ghosts come out."
He flips off another camera before firing off another wisp to possess it and having it fly out of the reporter's hands. "Can we just go back now? I'm done out here."
❝ what’s dumb is how long i’ve been putting up with your bullshit. ❞ this may surprise you ... yosetsu and neito again
INVINCIBLE STARTERS — accepting !!
❝ that says more about you than it does about me . ❞
he’s so incredibly SMUG, as usual . there’s a smile on his face, a melodic, amused tone . prodding, just to see what happens, because he knows he can .
❝ you just can’t HELP following me around like a dog, can you ? for one reason or another, you pitifully stick around . tell me, is it my agreeable personality ? or maybe my EYES ? ❞ and he laughs once, holding strong eye contact to emphasize his jeering .
