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[hcwks]

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“Hey hey, can I join??” Nejire NO

“Sure!” With a laugh, he throws a bag of glitter at her.

[xforall]

‘Dad’ + How did you react to your son's Quirk manifesting ( or not ) for the first time?

Send me ‘Dad’ and a question and my character’s Dad will answer it.

“We thought he was quirkless like me for the longest time. I was glad he didn’t get his mother’s–” The old man went quiet at that for a moment, hands tightening around his cane as a shadow crept over his features. A deep breath, and it was gone.

“Turns out he’s always had it; just wasn’t that obvious his earlier years. It explained a few things– the boy always was good at sports. Never managed anything flashy until the year before he went to UA though. I wasn’t there to see it, and he was oddly quiet about it all.”

[taiyoita]

@rcgispira | deserves some support | sc

How Nejire enters into the beauty pageant is beyond him. Being around people is one thing but being on stage is an entirely distinct form of torture, in his opinion. Still, there’s something in his stomach that stirs differently than usual; almost light and pleasant instead of the typical overwhelming weight. And maybe that’s what carries him backstage before the contest, (even if he’s unsure what to expect). Just in case (or maybe for his own comfort) Tamaki approaches the dressing area with one hand over his eyes. The only problem, is that seeing where he is going becomes an impossibility. An acceptable sacrifice. Fortunately, his appearances like this are not unknown to the other members of class 3, at the very least; and eventually, supposedly, someone gets Nejire’s attention on his behalf. It’s only when he hears her approach that some of the tension in his shoulders relaxes. 

               “Can I….?” He starts, testing his makeshift blindfold by making the slightest crack between his fingers. 

Once he sees Nejire fully dressed and not furious at his intrusion, he slowly lowers his arm. His gaze follows it down to stare at his shoes. Something about seeing her like this brings that feeling back; not in her uniform or her hero outfit, Tamaki has to remind himself that his friend is still the same person. He takes a long breath, and lifts his chin enough that he’s (almost) actually looking at her. He wrings his fingers together, staring between the rest of the participants and the one he wants to win; the one he came to support.                “I was wondering if you need help---? I guess you could just do it yourself, though... Unless you’re already ready…” The run on sentence gets softer as it goes; as Tamaki loses confidence and wonders why he even came in the first place. It ends in a barely audible whisper and with Tamaki questioning everything he’s ever done since birth. 

[xtrelizia]

@rcgispira // starter call ;

            —CURIOUS ONLOOKERS OFTEN find her height , pink hair , and of course , horns quite the spectacle . yes , yes , she had experienced it all long before , more often choosing to utterly IGNORE unwanted attention . but with life being a bit redundant , why not have some fun ?? she strikes a pose , flipping long hair over her shoulder and letting her pink locks sparkle under the sunlight , meeting the observing gaze with piercing mischief . ＂—LIKE WHAT YOU SEE ? ＂

[ohaul]

📂📂📂📂 ( it better not involve pasta)

.・°・— completely useless headcanons / no longer accepting.

01. overhaul is absolutely a person to put milk in his pasta ( i don’t follow the rules ).

02. though he is very cautious with the areas he enters and the sicknesses that linger outside, he still falls ill very easily due to his severely weak immune system. because he has not allowed his immune system to build resistance to illnesses ( ex. colds ), he is in a constant state of danger of becoming sick. he wears the masks, gloves, and extra layers of clothing to prevent falling victim but no matter what he does, he can still become sick. when this happens, he locks himself into his bedroom and fights the illness with hari by his side. cursing everyone who could have possibly shared their disease with him. when he falls ill, there is always the threat of hospitalization due to how weak his immune system has become, but hari has studied enough medicine and how to care for sick people for dummies books. no need to go to the hospital when he has a perfectly good friend to take care of him in his time of need.

03. overhaul wants to purchase / adopt a raven or crow when he has the time to take care of one. he finds them fascinating and though many believe they are mindless, he knows that ravens and crows are of the most intelligent creatures. he wants to have a female chick and name her kiwi. ( original i know ).

04. he does have a slight eating disorder being as he is a very picky eater and forgets to have meals once or twice a day, his desire for food has diminished. he can eat one small meal and be full for the rest of the evening. this did form when he was younger and living alone on the streets, he scavenged for what he could eat and when he was taken in by pops; his eating habits still remained. his stomach was not used to having three-course meals and though he tried to get into the regular habit of eating all three, he couldn’t. he’d have stomach aches or lose his appetite for the next day, so, he only eats one meal a day ( if he remembers ) along with the occasional snack and coffee. he has too much on his mind to remember to eat and unless hari or someone else forces him to eat, he won’t. 

[presentradio]

presentradio  asked:

“How are you feeling?”

@rcgispira  answered:

THE    FIVE    SENSES    /     SENTENCE    STARTERS  . || ACCEPTING

“A little drained, but not entirely out of energy…”

She was still a little tired, thinking of getting some sleep as well. While she has more than enough stamina to go through the day, this time Nejire pushed herself a little more than usual. Pesky villain…they surely knew how to exhaust her this time.

“Um, Mic-senpai? Is it okay if I take a rest now and join the remedial class later??”

His involvement with UA’s third years was minimal in comparison to his commitment to younger students, but the few chances he had to spend time with them he couldn’t help marveling at their growth. He hadn’t been Nejire’s homeroom teacher yet he could vaguely recall her at fifteen, wide eyed with chubby cheeks. Now he had to do little more than monitor her as she worked, making sure she didn’t bite anything she couldn’t chew. He sends her an affirming nod, accompanied by a large grin and thumbs up. 

     “ You do what you need miss- I trust your judgement! ”