crybaby;

you're scared of your own skin. ( affiliated eri from bnha. )

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( @uraravitygirl, that’s a big bump. )

          This girl just came at her out of nowhere! Who even are they? Eri wishes that she knew, but she honestly really doesn’t. But the other seems to know her-- and she can’t sense anything bad from the other person right now. If anything, it looks like the hospital staff is here to help her if worse comes to worst. They said her name. Who are they?

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( @dekiruhero... ! )

          She’s never run so fast in her life.

          Undoubtedly, this was Mister Deku. From their build, to their smell, to the way he reacted to her sudden hug... Yes, this was him. Already she feels the tears welling up in her eyes, as she grips at the cloth of his shirt mercilessly. The boy’s not going to get rid of her anytime soon, and shakily, she finds herself speaking:

          “ ... De... ku. “

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goldilocking:

       And she does, in fact, hear the low shuffling, a shy way to remind others that she’s alive, but so quiet that the blonde wonders if she had scared the child somehow. Well, she did everything she could for now, and all that was left was waiting. She turns the tv on, lowering the volume to offer as much quiet as the other may need, channel surfing and settling for some random movie that was most likely about to end.

       Some pages were read, messages got replied, and now Yang scrolled through her social media as she waited, and if it weren’t for Blackie, her shadow cat, standing outside her roommate’s door, she would be catching some zs right now without doubt.

       “Hey, don’t even think about it,” you can feel a smile on her voice as she picks the cat up, soft steps putting distance between them and the door. Lowly, she continues, setting the cat on the couch. “Let her be, okay? You got used to have this place just for us but now we have a roommate. Respect her.” a soft meow made its presence, as if acknowledging what Yang had said. And maybe that’s exactly what it meant considering how she decided napping on Yang’s lap.

       Afternoon soon became evening, a nap here and there, it’s about dinner time and that door remained closed. God, she really doesn’t want to push the other’s boundaries, but those cookies and hot cocoa can’t be enough for a growing child. Blackie is right at her side the moment soft knocks announce Yang’s presence behind the door.

       “Is it okay to come in?” after getting no reply, she spoke again. “I think I’ll make chicken soup for dinner, do you like it?” and more silence. Damn, who hurt you? “I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me, I could teach you how to make it but if you don’t wanna come it’s cool. I’ll leave it by your door when it’s ready.” she hoped the other would come out, but someone so jumpy, who seemed to go through a lot, she shouldn’t expect much… And quiet steps followed behind Yang as she headed to the kitchen.

          She’s never had much of an appetite, but, somehow, all of the cookies were gone within the hour, along with the cocoa. This is probably one of the better meals that she’s had-- after all, back where she used to be, it was iron-filled meal upon iron-filled meal to subvert the possibility of anemia... Something soft and sweet like this? It was a luxury, and in much smaller amounts before. The other went out of their way to give her all of this... ? The woman had just met her! It honestly didn’t make any sense, but, a lot of things that she had thought were impossible these days had happened before her eyes... The world is full of infinite surprises, and she hopes to god that this one doesn’t have a second one following up after it, unkind in nature. 

          ( Somehow, she feels like that isn’t the case here. )

          The next few hours are spent in silence for her, though by no means is it uneventful: Eri’s taken the time to explore every inch of the room, from under the bed to the balcony outside, all the way to the closet. Clothes, crayons, papers, stuffed animals... Well, she spent her time hugging her pillow more than anything. These were chosen with care, by... who? Yang? Maybe.

          ... She’s hungry again.

          Gosh, her stomach is just raring for more, isn’t it? It’s almost as if it’s more excited to be here than her herself, though Eri can only imagine why. Maybe this was better. Chisaki was nowhere in sight, along with any of the people that worked for him. But Deku... Lemillion... She hopes that she can see them again soon. They wouldn’t want her to be moping around like this-- no, no, more than anything, they wanted her to feel safe enough to smile. And her neighbor... felt safe to her, she thinks mostly to herself, before she takes the door knob.

          “ Aa... “ She didn’t think this far ahead, even if her hands are gripping at the door frame, and she looks into the kitchen. There’s a creature along with Yang-- it’s fluffy, and stares at her as she makes her presence known. Eri can only swallow thickly in response. Please, please... may this turn out okay. “ ... it’s good. “ She must be referring to the soup’s smell.

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goldilocking:

       The black letters printed on the paper’s surface notified her of a new roommate. Folding the paper and tucking it away on her pocket, Yang started a mental list for things she would grab at the grocery store after work. Hey, gotta make the newcomer welcomed, right? There’s no denying that she’s looking forward to meeting this new person, but she was surprised to find a small girl, after much searching through the place they would share from now on. 

      And she looks jumpy, almost scared of the brawler’s presence, and it makes her confused for while until an idea crosses her mind. Leaving to give the poor girl some space, Yang only comes back with hot cocoa and cookies in hands. She didn’t got to the grocery store for nothing.

       “I’ll just leave this here. I hope you like cookies.” she says, a warm smile on her lips as she lowered the contents onto the bedroom’s nightstand. “My name’s Yang and I’m your roommate. Once you feel like coming out I’ll be in the living room, okay?” no pushing or pressuring, and just like that she turns to give the girl the space she needs once again.

          This isn’t the hospital-- in fact, it doesn’t even feel like Japan at all. Eri doesn’t know why she’s here, or if she even wants to be here, actually. Well, of course she doesn’t: who wants to come to and end up in a completely unknown place? Overhaul has done that too many times, completely rearranging her room until none of her usual methods of escape were available anymore. But... that’s certainly a change. This clearly wasn’t Chisaki’s work. This room has a door. And windows.

          And another person.

          Wh-- who is that? A metal arm... (don’t hit her, please), but a warm smile... And were those sweets? The smell doesn’t take long to reach Eri, and her eyes can only widen at the welcoming nature of the confections, looking to her companion for answers. Why would the other do this? Clearly they weren’t part of the hospital staff that she had come to know. Her hands are still clenched into tiny fists long after the other leaves, and she’s left to stare at the offering provided to her. How long is she willing to let this go on? Until her stomach grumbles, apparently. 

          With the general silence of the apartment suite, Yang can probably hear the girl move the plate of cookies closer, and hear the soft clink of the mug being put back down on the nightstand. It’s good... just a bit hot. She’ll have to wait for a bit and try the cookies instea-- oh, oh, that’s nice and sweet...