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❛ Excuse me!? ❜ The “villain” earn the unwanted attention of a pure good vigilante ( magical girl ) who is puffing her cheeks and chest out at him. ❛ Why don't you try being good? No one likes a bully, and if you keep being one, you will end up with NO FRIENDS. Is that what you want? To be lonely and friendless in jail? ❜
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Offers him a small bag of birdseed
...what am I supposed to do with this?
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“We're always looking to someone else.” In so many ways, be in admiration, love or hate. Uraraka looked to her parents in her love, admiration and desire to make their lives better, like they deserved. In the past she’s looked at Deku as inspiration. So much the brunette almost tried to mirror him and forgot to be her own hero. She mistook it for a teenage crush. It was already enough embarrassment without her friends teasing her for that. Growing out of it, she knew it now to look to people without trying to simulate them. But was it wrong for her to believe he might’ve had a figure like that as well?
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[ shower ] your muse joining mine in the shower. (I never understand these too well but it's Tomura joining him brrr)
The act of showering for him was personal; it abated his fears of the germs around him; that he could be truly well and fully clean when stood under the scalding hot water swiftly turning his warm skin a light red, steam fogging up the glass windows. For a moment, Kai is entirely wrapped up in himself, eyes closed, letting the waterfall cascade down his back whilst he leans a little against the wall, enjoying it.
His eyes snap open at the sound of the door sliding to -- though he knew none would be so bold as to enter unless they had a death wish, or they were..
“.. Tomura,” he murmurs gently, pushing away from the wall. There’s no modesty in him, standing plainly with all he had to offer, if anything he seemed more keen on hiding the full body tattoo painted on his back; visible from the front only by the way it curled over his shoulders, down the sides of his arms and his thighs.
He tries not to stare for too long -- but really, the man had a sense of ethereal beauty to him; even more so with damp hair and pale skin turning pink under the heat of the water. He gently reaches over to turn down the heat for it to be more bearable for him.
“.. And what game are you going to play this time..?”
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"things are gonna get dicey here. . . you should probably go before you get caught up in it. don't worry 'bout me. i can handle whatever comes."
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"Bitch you couldn't be a villain if you tried."
“Don’t underestimate my talent for fucking shit up and causing chaos.”
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They had gotten careless.
After grabbing the the explodey kid, everything seemed to be coming up roses for the League. Sure, maybe they hadn’t anticipated the police and pro heroes making such a fast move after a literal kidnapping, but Jin did not expect to be taken out by a dude who was half-tree and a ninja cosplayer. Luckily, Shigaraki’s Master- The Dark King of the Underworld himself- had intervened and saved them all.
But to what end? He’d mentioned entrusting the future to Tomura, but careful inspection of the decimated hideout revealed nothing of importance or any clues as to what exactly he’d set away in advance for Shigaraki’s continued development.
The blonde had agreed to grab some food for their fearless leader, stocking up on favorites that Kurogiri had relayed to him. Jin also picked out a few more things, like vitamins, drinks packed with electrolytes, even some hot food from one of his favorite beef bowl stops.
Tomura was quiet and dispirited, obviously upset that he couldn’t defend his sensei. Hell, they all were feeling pretty down in the dumps and useless after what had transpired.
“You sure you can’t find a place for us, man?” he asked, clenching his cellphone against his ear and shoulder as he shifted the plastic bags to one hand, his opposite pushing open the remaining back door to the bar they all had once called their home.
Giran sighed from the other end of the line.
“It’s more complicated than that, Jin. Nobody wants to back the wrong horse and your street cred just took a direct hit.”
“All those years of friendship and that’s all you got for me?” he scoffed, already needing a cigarette to quell his sour bitterness.
“If it were just you or you and the little emperor, things would be different. You’re askin’ me to house what- seven people under the same roof on such short notice? Give me a break, you’re bustin’ my balls here.”
“Yeah, well... Just keep in touch, alright? Thanks for hearin’ me out, I guess.”
He stabbed a finger against the ‘end call’ image on his smartphone’s touchscreen with a huff of annoyance.
“Giran’s useless right now. I love the guy and owe him a lot, but he wouldn’t even have all that money if it wasn’t for our business. That stuff he outfitted us with weren’t given to us for free or nothin’...” he groused, setting the bags on the bar top that hadn’t been destroyed by the ceiling caving in.
“You hungry, Boss? At least drink somethin’, or you’re gonna get a headache,” Jin offered, pulling out a small bottle of Chocola BB Royal- An energy drink that worked to combat physical fatigue.
Gently inserts himself between his fiancé and his nephew.
“Please, stop.”
