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“This is fucked up.”
“You… You might be right.”
Tokoyami blinked, quietly observing the massacre before him. The guts of the pumpkins bled out into the street, their faces sunken. Fumikage shifted uncomfortably, eyeing a stray piece of orange pumpkin flesh that he’d accidentally stepped in.
“’Tis dark times indeed when the bloodbath has started before the night of darkness has yet arrived. Pitiful.”
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Even the most oblivious of souls could see that Midoriya was beyond terrified. There had been no ploy in place to make him scared, but Tokoyami had to admit that it was kind of amusing to see him like this. He discreetly watched the living, breathing cocoon for a few prolonged moments, an amused smirk on his beak while Midoriya shivered and shook and terror.
When he’d returned to watching the movie, it came as a surprise to feel a bump on his shoulder. He glanced over out of the corner of his eyes, and felt his heart compress. Sure, it was kinda funny to see him like this, but at the same time he felt the need to put the poor soul out of his misery. “Here, Midoriya-san,” Tokoyami shuffled back, drawing his knees up to his chest as he slid his arm around the back of Blanket Mountain. And even though the small gesture was made to provide comfort, he couldn’t help himself from letting out a little chuckle as he pressed the small tuft of green hair into his chest and leaned back. “You realise that nothing on the movie is real, right? It’s all just special effects and,” one glance towards the TV later, “really bad actors. You could be scarier than the movie if you really tried.”
Fumikage didn’t know why Izuku was here either. Was this what friends did? Spend time in each other’s rooms and just... Lie down? At this ungodly hour? No; that can’t be right. Not that he had much practice in the art of friendly sleepovers, but he was certain that this didn’t quite qualify for that.
He watched Midoriya in the dark for some time, the moonlight filtering in through the window. His head reeled, internally pondering each and ever course of action he could take here, but he could never seem to find the correct answer. What was expected of him here? What was the normal thing to do? People didn’t turn to Fumikage for help on a regular basis, and it made anxiety bubble in his throat. How could he possibly be of any use here? Should he be getting someone who was better suited to the situation?
Midoriya definitely seemed out of sorts. Tokoyami could hear the clicking of teeth and now that he finally thought about it, there did seem to be a chill in the air. His eyes flickered down to the little mass on the floor, and he felt his chest contract. He wasn’t being a good friend, was he? Quietly, Fumikage pulled himself out of bed, dragging the blanket off and dropping it onto Izuku with a thick gust of air. Next came the pillows, dropping on half on his friend’s face and the other on the floor beside him. A little embarrassed, he fumbled to sit down on the spare pillow and pull half of the blanket over his crossed legs. He could feel Izuku’s side pressed into his knee, but didn’t move again in fear of making him think that Tokoyami didn’t want to be near him. “Your symptoms could be various conditions, but I think the most probable is an anxiety attack.” How does one go about that? What would you say to someone who’s going through that? Tokoyami thought back to various points in his life; what would he have liked when he felt this way? “You know I’m... I’m uh... I’m here, right? For you, I mean.”
It was lucky that Fumikage had one Tsuyu Asui at hand, because at that current moment in time, she was an absolute blessing. He felt his heart swell as his hand was engulfed in hers, and his tired eyes felt the need to go back to sleep all over again. Tsu was... Comforting. Her aura was calm and it made every tense muscle in Tokoyami’s body relax. If he didn’t force himself, he could slip back into slumber then and there.
He managed to wake himself up enough to offer her a tired smile, though it came out much smaller than he had intended. His beak was too tired to listen to him. “A-Ah... Tsu-chan,” he mimicked, using the edge of the counter to lift himself up with his elbow, his hand still caught in her grasp. “I appreciate the assistance; that... that band-aid sounds quite pleasing right now.” He needed something to pull him out of this, and perhaps a cute band-aid might do just that. Or rather... Perhaps the cute girl giving it to him would.
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“I’m not gonna pretend I’m not scared of this, because I am.”
Fumikage looked up from his phone, his eyes drifting towards the bundle of blankets that had somehow edged far closer than he had remembered. Crimson eyes flickered over to the TV screen, blaring in the darkness and displaying a horrifically gory scene from one of the Saw movies. They’d gathered to watch various horror movies on various different occasions – this was nothing new and Tokoyami must have seen the movie in question a billion times by now. He’d be able to quote it, if he tried. Quietly, he glanced back down to the green tuft of hair that escaped the living blanket monster, and he found his beak sneaking up into a soft smile. “Consider this a safe space, Midoriya-san. And… I suppose you can continue to nest in those blankets for as long as you require.”
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Getting together as a class was much better when they lived in the dorms, making game nights much easier to organize. There was a handful of people in their class, even if they weren’t all present, thus they had to be paired up for a stressful game of Uno. Fortunately for Tsuyu, she got paired with Fumikage, a person she clicked extremely well with, which was apparent in their three victories in a row. She was proud of their work and she could’ve easily high-fived him to show it, but instead she chose to gently tug him closer to her by his sleeve and plant a sly kiss on the side of his beak. Was this technically PDA? Not like she cared, she was pretty forward with things like these anyways. Who knew why she kissed him though, maybe there were some hidden feelings that were bubbling up in secret? o w o
It had been enjoyable to work with Asui – even if it was just game night. He’d originally tried to sneak off to his room for some peace and quiet, but being roped into the fray was not what he’d call regrettable at this point. The short frog girl was fun. A little blunt? Sure. A little… Out there? Also true. But she made him feel comfortable in the company of others and he found her weird little quirks rather endearing.
He’d intended to thank her for working with him, and to praise her strategies. Uno was, at best, a strategic game that made him feel stressed simply looking at the box. He could do strategy. What he couldn’t do, was deal with the absolute awful cloud of bad luck that had rained down on him for the entire game. Tsuyu had kept the team afloat, and had somehow carried them to victory.
Fumikage didn’t really get the chance to thank her at all.
His sleeve was tugged and then there was a soft feeling against the side of his beak sent his head into a tizzy. It took him a few seconds to register it, and by the time he had, the feeling was gone. Had she…? All at once, it felt as though static had ran through his body; the feathers lining his cheeks puffed up and ruffled, and his eyes twitched towards her dark hues. She’d!!! Kissed him!! Asui had kissed him! He’d never quite thought that having the head of a bird was a blessing, but he was currently deeply thankful that he didn’t have the ability to blush - despite understanding and feeling the exact meaning behind the phrase, ‘going red’. He’d froze for a good few seconds, staring down into that beautiful, empty void behind her eyes as his heart thumped violently against his ribs, before he finally regained the use of his body.
“A-A-Asui-san!?!”
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The least everyone expected was for u-a to get invaded by villains. And from what it seemed at first, everyone looked like they had gotten out safely, only due to the help of the teachers and staff, but that wasn’t really the case. After Fumikage and Tsuyu got seperated from the others in a surprisingly awfully constructed escape plan, she got taken by the villains right after she flicked him away from the danger with her tongue. At least he was out of danger…
The second she was brought to what appeared to be their headquarters, they wasted no second in making sure she wasn’t left unscathed. Apparently they wanted to deliver some message to all the heroes and the kids who aspired to be them. She didn’t know if they wanted her dead body to be weighing their shoulders by the end of this whole ordeal, but it sure seemed like it in days time.
And after a week passed ( though for her it felt like months ), she looked absolutely horrible. There were cuts and bruises all over, hair that was previously silky smooth turned rough from all the pulling, her school uniform that was previously perfectly intact was all torn up, thighs housed multiple deep cuts that she prayed weren’t infected by now, and speculations of broken ribs spinned through her head ( what else could it be with such intense pain ? ) . They even threatened to cut of her tongue next. God, if they did….
Hands moved to cover her mouth absentmindedly, eyes that previously didn’t allow any tears to fall were finally pooling with the unshed droplets. She didn’t want to appear weak to the villains who had kidnapped her, but now…they didn’t seem like they were coming any time soon… At least for a few minutes she wanted to cry.
Though the wishful thinking that she could cry without being seen by anyone was interrupted by a booming crash coming from somewhere near and the ringing of loads of voices. At first she didn’t think this was anything good, but instead of stopping the rapidly flowing tears, she just seemed to start crying more. She didn’t want to die, she didn’t–
The wall that blocked her path of escape came tumbling down, a huge cloud of dust accompanying it. Not even attempting to wait for it to clear, she raised her arms in front of her face in a meek attempt to protect herself. Though after cracking one of her closed eyes open ever so slightly, she picked up on a very familiar shadow looking creature.
“ D…Dark Shadow? ” She muttered mostly to herself. If she said it…maybe then she’d believe what she was seeing. But after all the smoke and dust cleared up, her shoulders slumped at the sight, tears that had momentarily stopped were spilling out again. Fumikage…was here.
A strangled ‘ kero ’ leaving her mouth and with all the adrenaline that was now flowing through her body, she managed to pick herself up, wobbling legs that stung with every step they took carrying her towards her classmate and hands grabbing onto his cape before she could collapse. And as soon as her posture straightened, she threw her arms around him, taking in the fact that he was actually here. In her mind, he probably would’ve preferred to get away with as minimum contact as possible, but as she sobbed into his chest like a small child with tears that left stains, she couldn’t help but think – hold me, just hold me this one time.
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Truthfully, it had came as a shock when Midoriya had knocked on his door so late in the night. The dorm was quiet and Tokoyami had been hoping for some rest at the very least; but it wasn’t as if he could turn away a friend in need. The reason behind Izuku’s choice to come to him of all people was a mystery, but he’d decided that he’d live with it regardless. Even if it meant listening to Midoriya prattle on in the darkness as if he wasn’t currently invading a classmate’s room in the middle of the night.
Other’s might have immediately asked if something had been wrong, but Tokoyami was... Not the best at social interaction, in all honestly. He’d thought that maybe Izuku just needed some company -- quiet company, and all would be well. But it wasn’t. And he’d been contemplating asking just what the issues where as blinding light struck his eyes and he recoiled, softly hissing into the darkness.
When his eyes adjusted to the darkness again - thankful to no longer have such a beacon in his face, Tokoyami sat up, the blankets pooling around him. “It’s alright,” he tried his best to keep the grumbling to a minimum, and listened to Izuku’s questions. Feel.... Funny? Tokoyami deeply hoped that Midoriya was not going to throw up -- but... If he did, he supposed he would have to deal with it anyway. “Why are you... here? The answer varies; did you mean my room or the universe?” Tokoyami quietly lay back down on his back, quietly staring at the ceiling above him. “I’d like to think there’s a purpose to our being, but that’s wishful thinking. We are but specks of dust in a universe that will one day forget us.”
Existential crisis? Check. Probably not what Midoriya had been searching for, and Tokoyami’s eyes glanced over to his friend in the darkness. “You don’t look comfortable, Midoriya-san.”
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“You don’t feel even a little creeped out?” “You heard those, right? That wasn’t just me being crazy.” “Crime’s even better when it just involves bars of gold.” “This is why you die first in a movie.” “You’d be the worst diplomat when it comes to alien-human relations. Every fucking solution you’ve offered is to shoot at them with your gun.” “You’re not ghost-proof. You’re just an idiot that refuses to see proof.” “Why you gotta be nervous with a beautiful sunset like that?” “I kinda wish this bridge was torn down.” “I’m gonna murder you.” “It’s still very much an abandoned hellscape.” “Oh my god, this room is fucking horrifying.” “You have a very sly, evil smile on right now. I don’t like it.” “You seem rattled right now.” “If I’m trying to remember what I had for breakfast a year ago, yeah I’m gonna be a little foggy on that. But, if I’m remembering the time I saw alien bodies, thrown from a wreckage, I think I’m gonna remember that quite clear, and when it happened.” “Are you putting on a tinfoil hat?” “I knew you would like a Nick Cage reference.” “Mass abduction! Maybe they all lined up in a row and just got in the tractor beam one at a time.” “It’s kinda sinister that there maybe something lurks beneath.” “You almost startled me with your realistic gunfire noises.” “Hey, c’mon, speak up. Do ghost-y stuff!” “We’re going to the most haunted part of the building.” “I feel like my bravery is going to stop at this point.” “Ghosts, ghosts. Make it stink.” “Spooky castle, that’s every investigator’s dream.” “Alright, we’re gonna see a thousand ghosts tonight. Any less than that and it’s a failure.” “Wait. Did you hear that?” “No-one can see the top of your head except God.” “I would pay thousands of dollars for ghosts to be real.” “Ghosts hate it when you play the piano.” “We may have caught ourselves a ghoul, [Name].” “This is fucked up.” “I’m not gonna pretend I’m not scared of this, because I am.” “[lauhgs] That’s poetic.” “It’s hard for ghosts to take a cold one.” “We should go get more gin.” “Alright gouhlie gouhls, let’s do something fun.” “Can you look even a little bit worried?” “If you want me off the bridge, you’re gonna have to throw me off.” “I’m about to die for the internet.” “Yeah, this is kind of what the apocalypse would look like. In micro form.” “Hello, spirits. We’re here with good vibes.” “I have a crazy hunch that your eyes are gonna play tricks on you, and you’re going to lose your mind.” “Try to rationalize it all you want but you know it’s a ghost.” “You would walk up to it and be like, ‘the end is niiigh!’“ “You’d go runnin’ through town, ringin’ a bell. ‘The Martians are here! Lock yourselves in your basements!’“ “Looks ghostful.” “It’s a people grinder.”
Ah, yes. She’d told him to call her that before -- she told everyone to. It didn’t come so easy to Tokoyami; he was serious and wasn’t quite sure whether they really could be classed as friends yet. Sure, they talked on occassion and they were classmates -- but did that make them friends?
Well, Asui had said as much. They were friends, and he had to respect her wishes. “A-Ah, right. Tsu-chan,” the name rang with both unease and familiarity at the same time. Had he earned the right to address her so casually? In all honesty, he’d been expecting a friendly decline. A rain check, perhaps. The surprise of acceptance was not unwelcome, and he found the edges of his beak creeping up into a tiny smile.
She had suggested a victory celebration. There had not been a specific action in mind behind his request, and he was thankful that she seemed to have an idea that he could build on. He’d suggested a hang out, so it was only fair that he was the one to make plans. “Is there something in specific that you enjoy?” His eyes shifted to the side, and he nervously scratched a tuft of feathers lining his cheek. “A... A movie? A walk?” What did girls like? He had absolutely no idea. And even if he did; Tsu seemed... Different than other girls. In a good way. “If you’d like, we could stop somewhere for ice cream? I’d buy, of course.”
" let's clean up those cuts and get you to bed. "
A little worse for wear, Tokoyami averted his eyes from the short girl. Several different emotions ran through him; embarrassment, anxiety, you name it. They masked the stinging sensation that tingled across his torn palms. It had all been an accident really; a particularly long day had somehow brought him to exhaustion and he’d been dying to sleep. But it hadn’t came. Which led him into the dorm kitchen late at night in search of a warm drink – but a tired body and a ceramic mug didn’t mix as well as he might of hoped. Picking up the broken pieces had proved fatal to his poor fingers. If he had been a little more awake and had the energy to spare, he would have told his classmate that he was fine - that she could go back to her room and he’d clean up the mess he’d made. But he was so tired.
“A-Ah, thank you, Asui-san. I must be a little of out sorts tonight.” The raven’s eyes flickered between her dark hues and the beads of blood on his open hands. “My deepest apologies, did I wake you?”
‘ i think you caught some kind of flu. ’
“That’s very observant of you,” he huffed, the virus making him feel sluggish and tired. He hadn’t meant to be so short with the man – he looked up to Hawks immensely and regretted his tone the moment the words had left his mouth. “A-ah… Please forgive me,” Tokoyami tried to sit up straighter to address him, but the room began to spin so he promptly lay back down. “I don’t think that I’ll be well enough to work with you today.”
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‘ i’m not even that tired. ’
Tokoyami squinted. How could he not be tired? Was Izuku a ball of boundless energy? Or was he simply hiding it well? “Midoriya-san,” he paused, quietly watching the boy through strained eyes, “it’s three in the morning and I beg you to turn off the light and go back to sleep.” Fumikage rolled over onto his side and tried his best to glare at his fellow classmate, but it probably came out more defeated than angry. “Unless… Is something keeping you up?”
" 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.”
