#rumiponi

[atramentousabyss]

" that was a bad fall. need any help? " from pony!!

Embarrassed, Tokoyami looked up at the horned girl and frowned. Why was it that every mistake he made was witnessed by particularly cute individuals? She probably thought that he was a moron; looking down at the stinging cuts visible through open wounds of dirtied jean. At the very least, she seemed nice. “A-Ah, it wasn’t so bad. But if you don’t mind,” he held out a hand, “I would appreciate some help up.” 

[atramentousabyss]

" time for your medicine!! " from mirio uwu

Tokoyami pulled a sour face and shifted his head away from the outstretched spoon. He’d been under the weather for several days now, and the medicine that Mirio continuously offered him was not and would never be something to enjoy. He was sick; he didn’t have to be reasonable as well. “I’ll have to take a,” there was a pause, followed by some rather painful coughing, “…. pass on today’s dose, thank you.” 

[hypnotherapeutic-blog]

𝒱𝑜𝓁𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓇𝓈 /// ✦✧ ✦ @rumiponi​ ✦ ✦ ✧

           ⏱ ⏤ ⌈⌈ This is probably not gonna be 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 as exciting as you think it is. ⌋⌋

[lumenvolt-blog]

@rumiponi​ ❤ed for a starter

‘If I threw something at you and you went permeable, then immediately became solid again, would it shoot back at me or continue in the other direction?”

[anomied-blog]

❝ i hope i can repay your kindness. ❞ from one special boy to tamaki ( nO RUSH BB!!!!! )

this // accepting // @rumiponi​

tamaki’s gaze wavers, dark orbs shimmering with unshed tears as both his hands grip onto one of mirio’s. he doesn’t know what to do, they’re both injured && while tamaki is the one who’s better off, it’s not at all by a large margin. he couldn’t even move himself if he wanted to - let alone mirio && him.

“ i hope i can repay your kindness. ”

he’d been too weak, tamaki knows this now - in fact, he’d always known - && as breaths tear themselves free from the confines of his throat, suneater doesn’t know if those will be the last he’ll ever breathe. he knows that not speaking when critically injured is the best bet of survival but mirio just won’t shut up && tamaki wants him to but at the same time he knows they won’t make it past the night.

“ even though that’s kind of a dumb thought to have right now, huh? ”

not because he doesn’t want to listen to mirio - gods, he always does, mirio’s voice is like sunshine to him - but because he knows that if mirio doesn’t stop talking then his chance of survival will lower even more.

“ mirio… ” tamaki’s voice is soft, barely above a whisper, && the words that slip past trembling lips are nearly too weak too reach the man laid on his lap. mirio doesn’t stop - doesn’t hear him maybe, under all his rambling - so tamaki does the only thing he can do to shut him up at the moment.

he leans forward - mustering the remnants of his strength - && presses his lips against mirio’s in a gentle kiss. “ mirio, don’t talk… ” tamaki’s lips curl upwards into a small smile, though the tears that had been threatening to spill all this time finally proceed to cascade down his cheeks && tamaki pulls away, pressing the back of his head against the wall he managed to prop himself up against.

“ help will be here soon, mirio… i promise… just hold on… ” tamaki’s reassurances are empty lies, of course, because he knows that nobody knows they went out - they were spending time together when a villain attacked them; caught them off-guard. with their efforts combined, they managed to bring the villain down. the man wasn’t dead, though, only unconscious && since both tamaki && mirio were out of commission, the villain would be able to run free once he regained consciousness.

“ i love you, tamaki... ” mirio’s voice brings tamaki out of his self-deprecation && he looks at the blond on his lap. sad smiles plaster themselves on bloodied lips && dried tears stain both of their cheeks - tamaki places his forehead against mirio’s, closing his eyes in the process.

they both know no help would come for them, they would be dead regardless anyways.

“ i love you too, mirio... ”

“ suneater and lemillion, two of u.a’s top students && part of the big three, have been found dead in the ruins of what was once a restaurant. no further casualties have been found, police && pro heroes alike are currently investigating && hope to find the culprit behind this terrible crime before more lives are lost. ”

[handcurse-archive-blog]

todoroki shouto doesn’t get starstruck. meeting all might was fine. he grew up the son of endeavor, so meeting pro heroes is nothing to him. he’s still not starstruck, meeting one of the big three, but nevertheless he stands in front of togata and just stares for a moment. pro heroes are one thing, but for some reason this guy is different. is it because he’s a student, and therefore his position is more easily attainable right now? who knows --- examining the reasoning behind shouto’s emotions has been tiring lately. he inclines his head politely and introduces himself. 

              “todoroki shouto, class 1-a.” and then silence. // @rumiponi

[heavenconsumed-blog]

❛ is that a threat or are you flirting with me. ❜ from mirio ofc !!!

various starters // @rumiponi // open

He didn’t quite remember when Mirio started to be this way - wait, he’d always been like that. Tamaki turned around and smacked his forehead into the nearest well, trying to wake himself up from this dream (because that’s clearly the only thing it could be at this point).

When it didn’t seem to work (also ouch, his forehead hurt now) he turned his head to the side and blinked at Mirio.