#thread: cherry

[akumatsuno]

Thread: Cherry

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@aquirkyvillain:

“Aku-kun…” Izuku flinched when Aku pointed out he had blood on him. Yes, he knew. And yes, it was his own. But it wasn’t from anything too bad! Just a small cut… that might have been given to him by a member of the League. He lowered his eyes to stare down at his feet. “It’s fine. Just a cut, nothing fatal.”

Aku bites his lower lip a little as his brows furrow. “Yeah but... Still. Even the smallest cut can invite infection.. And Then THAT could end up fatal.” Was he overreacting? absolutely. Did he know deep down he was overacting? Of course. Did he care? Not a smidgen.

The purple skinned teen walks up closer to him and swings his bag to his front so he could dig inside it easier. “What happened? How did you get that cut?”

[depucelxge]

Meeting Cherry {thebartendernextdoor; Gabe}

     It was one of those nights where Cherry was forced up on stage to dance, since it was required for her to go up at least 5 times a week, as much as her nerves tried to prevent her. "Sorry," she murmured as she bumped into someone, in between her already working at the knot tied behind her back on the costume she was wearing. 

    Looking up, she noticed they definitely weren't one of the girls-- or one of the sound guys, or any of the guys behind stage. "I-- Um," her cheeks heated, and she wondered what to say, "Can I help you? Did you want to meet one of the other girls?"

[berryinlights-blog]

@Mike; baking scene.

Rachel was short on time -- or, at least, she felt she was short on time. Her shift at the diner had ended at 1pm, which had cleared up more than enough time for her afternoon and for baking cupcakes with Mike; but when she had told him to meet her at 1:30, she had forgotten that she would still be in her nasty red uniform and smelling of grease. She nearly ran to Noah's apartment, digging out her key and slipping inside with just enough time to change into whatever clothes of hers she found in Noah's dresser. She was still out of breath, trying to spray herself and possibly the entire apartment with perfume, when she heard the doorbell rang and trotted out to greet her friend.

"Michael!" she smiled, reaching up to throw her arms around him. "How are you? I've missed you."