#unshur

[diutive-arch]

the subway shudders beneath their feet,    the lazy sunshine waving goodbye with the glimmer of its last rays dangling through the train’s windows...      todoroki wears a well - earned sleepiness on the commute,    the internship draining away the last of his precious energy   [he already has so little of it to go around].      his hands fold gently in his lap,    resting below his bag.    IZUKU TALKS AND TALKS SOMETIMES.      the noise joins the soothing click of the train twisting,    latching onto new tracks,    the announcer’s voice humming words through the intercom.     before he realises what trajectory he’s taking,   todoroki’s sleepy head finds itself against izuku’s warm shoulder   --   a moment of pure rest overcomes his restless body as the scent of fresh leaves entertains his senses.     brain whirs back to life and he jerks away,    hands tightening around his backpack.       ‘        sorry.        ’        @unshur

[diutive]

‘        we need some cat food.         ’         the cat winds around his arms,    his tail brushing against his cheek   [   there’s a hungry rumble coming from him:      their stray needed something to eat before it started to attack them   ].      the trick to taming a cat was,  apparently,   sitting deathly still.       ‘        what shops are open at this time of night?        ’       @unshur

[diutive]

i think we should skin and eat jeremy live on dash

[jupitersnake]

he fountainhead of  ruin ,  plays. sweet to a child  he’d  plucked  from  his  homeland to become a                 MARTYR                   as though his own existence did not lay seized by the   monstrous    aftermath of such an undertaking .       he puts on a smile ,            a lying thing cheap and ugly              -   doused of a saccharine  drowning . 

❛                  ＊.     if it isn’t ,    alphonse elric the better of the brothers..     @unshur​       ❜       he may have always had a keener spot for the younger elric ,  but that did not mean that he would not       USE         him when  the time came.     he was  and always would be a knave. sheathed by. his own morass  and a woman . 

[brainwashe]

‘   you consider me a friend?   ‘      indigo - stained shock has breathed itself into the air, a look that requires parted lips and the faint expulsion of air   [   an intimacy that implies comfort   ...   bladed and grass - strewn, the spring before a blossom kicked in   --   it goes ignored by shinso, cast aside, merely a symptom of izuku’s natural vigour   ].   the air is sticky - sweet, a phantasmal rendition of a summer day, a starlit night in waiting.   he can almost taste it   (   out of kindness, he decides not to devour the dew - stained air alive   ).

izuku is perched in the background, hero - to - be turned into little more than a child with his sudden confession.   the words sound like a promise upon izuku’s lips   [   FRIEND?   a word crested in simplicity and alive in all its harrowed joy   --   a certain warmth sparks untamed and unfathomed in shinso’s chest   ...   joy kept tight as a fist, for happiness can only exist when it is waiting for pain   ].   shinso does not sit beside him   :   instead, he finds his hand extended out to a nosing beast, a small black cat that reads stray in all the same ways that he and izuku did.        ‘   if that’s some attempt to get me to go easier on you in training   (   ...   )   it won’t work.   ‘

@unshur