WHAT A MESS //

Knocking one his elbows against the stalls, he nearly jumped at the sound of a familiar voice call out. Though the bathroom was constantly well illuminated, it didn’t mask the fact that it was still unnerving to be in it during the dead silence.

An eye peers over the stall. Ah. It’s Iida. The eye splits off a little, to show a mouth. Hopefully he doesn’t scare the daylights (or… nightlights in this case?) out of him. 

“It’s just me, Iida. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

As someone who lived on the fourth floor, it was safe to say, he wouldn’t be able to hear anything on the ground floor (despite , but he wasn’t sure about how light a sleeper Iida was.

He doesn’t necessarily know how thin the walls were either. 

He pulls back his mouth and eye from the stall. He has his cloak covering most of his injuries, but it was the issue of his mouth exposed. He hadn’t planned on it getting ripped through with eats, causing another mark on his face. The bleeding had stopped long ago, just a nick, temporarily covered up with a scarf.

A soft click of the stall lock comes undone. A duffel bag was on the hook inside that he picked up as he started to exit. His hair was slightly unkempt, as the wind outside could be the reason, but it didn’t excuse much of anything else. He looks worn out, the scarf loosely thrown around his neck and stacked so that a good portion of his mouth was covered… but not completely.  The cloak he had covered his arms as well. He realizes he hadn’t quite answered his question, looking Tenya over before speaking once more.

“I’m okay. I had a family emergency and told Sensei I would return at a rather odd hour. May I ask what are you doing up?”

          it was shoji... tenya had never encountered him out after curfew, so this would be only a light scolding from a teacher after reporting it. though that thought soon dwindled away at how his friend looked-- what happened? he looked beaten up, and the scarf bundled so high obviously hiding something, more than his usually mouth cover did, caused his chest to tense.

           the question was avoided, and tenya caught on to that quick. something was definitely up, and being in the state where he wanted to make sure everything was in order before going back to sleep, he couldn’t help but pry.

                   “i was just checking up on the halls, making sure everything was as it should! you... are you okay? you look to be a bit roughed up.”

      tenya never expected the shared kitchen area to be clean more often than not. but he had expected that it didn’t get out of hand to the point of frustration with their teacher. this... this was just bad. seemed as if someone had kept a pastry (of some sort, it was unable to be classified due to being splatter across the room) in the oven for too long, and said pastry exploded as soon as they tried to poke into it after removing it.

             but really, why make assumptions when he could just ask the source?

     sharp eyes dart over to the only other person that was in the kitchen, who had been there before he had, even, a look of frustration, disappointment, and anger washing over him. he had at least hoped that his classmates would not be so foolish! sure, we’re all kids, but we’re still budding heroes! we should know better about proper food preparation! 

        even after his graduation, he still made an effort to see his idol      and the friend of his mentor. 

       the change of form had never deterred him from his admiration, and especially now it made him feel better. his favorite hero, the person he had looked up to so much was quirkless, now, as was mirio. this eased some pain that still stuck in the wound in his soul, if only by a hair. 

      the young hero did what he could when he could, offering to get all might dinner so they could talk about the kids at u.a (mirio was keeping an eye on some as well! those first years really were surprising still!), or just hanging around on a break period to make sure he wasn’t overworking himself. the idea of trying to work here at u.a was tempting, and he would probably be able to balance his charity work, firefighting, and a job here! 

    but that’s not what he was worrying about right now. no, it had been months since the raid had happened, and even though all might looked content most of the time, something tugged at mirio’s heart. it seemed no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn’t stop, and it wouldn’t let him move on.

                 “all might, do... do you still think about sir?”                        mirio’s voice is hushed, hands clasping the cup of tea he had gotten himself, but his eyes were lowered to gaze blankly at the cup he’d given all might. this kept nagging him, the fear that the others had all moved on, and yet mirio was still sitting at a grave, mourning something he couldn’t correct.

        as class president, he always worried for his classmates, and would do a final round at night just to make sure everyone was in bed and didn’t stay out past curfew. some nights though, sleep wasn’t kind, and his mind stuck on the thought--       what if someone isn’t okay?

          tenya wanders the halls, more like pacing now as he is well aware that no one’s hurt or up besides him, but his mind refusing to fully acknowledge that, forcing him to trail back to the restrooms. he had only opened the door a crack each time, peeking in, but he hadn’t stepped inside fully, not until he heard the soft thud from inside one of the stalls.

          fear flooded him for a split second, the thought that some villain may have gotten in and was hiding out to kill him and his classmates and teachers hindering his focus. but it was in fact just a second for he slipped in, closing the door behind him and walking up to the stalls with concern. why had they banged against something? were they okay? it wasn’t uncommon for other students to go to the restroom, but at almost two am, it was a tad more rare.

christmas starters // accepting

              toshinori didn’t often believe when a student told him they had ‘slipped and fell’ after getting this beaten up, but knowing midoriya and his excitement, this was probably the most believable scenario. the scrapes weren’t too bad, only really on his hands and elbows, which the teacher carefully cleaned and wrapped with a soft smile.

          the fact he could have calm moments like this, spending time with midoriya even if it’s after he slips and gets busted up, it made toshinori feel a bit better, a bit more than just a teacher. almost like a father doting after his kid…

                   “reckless, but i’m glad you’re okay… let me see you’re other hand, it’ll sting again, but you’re strong, you can take it…”