to control with fear

name: regina gender: female eye color: green hair color: brown relationship: disagree zodiac: pisces favorite color: blue or yellow favorite season: winter favorite place: wherever it’s quiet and full of green favorite holiday: halloween???? what kinda question is this favorite video game: wa/danoha/ra and en/d ro/ll tbh. i’m poor and i cant afford big games last show you watched: the wa/lking de/ad what’s your honest opinion about your muse? // i relate to him and lot we both like cats and laughing at mankind

would you date your muse? // if anything we’d be like, nap buddies or something what are your favorite kinds of threads? // fluff and happy stuff. i know everyone’s into angst i know it’s the law are you a selective roleplayer? // yep do you have a favorite muse (if you have more than one)? // i have an inactive sh/iro but shinsou is my fav rn what made you decide to join the fandom? // my love for the manga i just love these dorks do you see yourself staying with the fandom for a long time? // everyone seems nice so yeah i think so

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There was something that lingered in the air whenever Izuku passed by the dark haired boy of his past; a stranger that held an importance, and a person that he’d grown very curious about since their fateful encounter at the Sport’s Festival. Even now, he could remember his concerns, and his fears that he would lose to someone with a quirk so absolutely indomitable in nature. Everyone before him that had come into contact with it had been rendered completely useless, bent only to the other’s will, and even in their fight, Izuku feared that he would meet the same end.

Yet here they were, trapped within the school’s lunch line, and he was sure Hitoshi’s defeat against him still rang loud with a resounding bitterness.

“Uh–hey… It’s kinda been awhile, h-huh?” He began, doing his best to make this conversation start easily, but he knew better than to assume that everything was completely fine since then. 

    izuku’s shaky, uncertain voice    reached the taller boy and he turned around with a cautious step ,    ❛    midoriya .    it certainly has been a while .    ❜    he was under the assumption that the boy would do his best to avoid hitoshi since he said many horrible things towards him during their fight at the sports festival .    obviously , those were part of his strategic play to bring his quirk into use , however , he continued throwing profanities out left and right out of frustration even after it was deemed to be unfruitful .    hitoshi was still pained by his crushing defeat .

    on the other hand , he had yet to thank izuku for showing not just him , but everyone who was watching the festival what a real hero was like .    especially during his fight against shouto , the boy’s spirit was inextinguishable , the tension in their battle leaving the audience without time to breathe and even though izuku’s excelling results weren’t enough for the top 3 places , many thought of him as the real winner .

    lunch break often passed    more or less uneventfully and quietly , all the students grouping up with their friends and eating together .    hitoshi often recoursed to the school yard , either with a few people from his class or alone , but never once did he see any of the teachers there -- not eraserhead in his signature yellow sleeping bag , laying in the grass just a few steps away from the doorway , as he did that day .    carefully approaching the man , his open eyes became visible .    ❛    how are you , mr. aizawa ?    ❜

❛  i dont see how thats any of your busniess.   ❜   knew of the power this one had, watched the battle unfold earlier before his different coloured eyes .  yet knew there was no reason to be FROZEN - sharp eyes staring , as cold as ice , before SIGHING .  ❛  but if you must know - its out of spite .   ❜

Her twitch at his voice was completely visible, halting her task in trying to pull those bikes upright again. Honestly, she was more than a little keen on getting it done before any of their owners came out; but evidently, she failed at it. And so, trying to swallow down the sheepishness she felt, Riku offered a smile.

      “I’m fine~ Really fine.” 

If a broken skateboard as a result was considered ‘fine’.

      “Are one of these yours? I’m sorry, I really wasn’t looking where I was going. If I ended up breaking yours somehow, I can fix it in a jiff—”

    ❛    they can’t break that    easily .    ❜    he walked up to the bikes with an irritated expression -- he wasn’t exactly mad at the girl, but the awkward accident was going to cause him a headache later that day , he could feel it .    how can someone be so careless that they run right into a full bike rack ... ? 

hitoshi: *is in the opening*

    ❛    i’m not sure how    the loud one won the sports festival back then , but it says some things about the hero department that the top three were all from your class ...    ❜    a hint of jealousy was on his tone , turning the atmosphere around the two of them colder.