love is a force of nature; bar none

Firstly - do not break your arm. I do not know how Midoriya-san manages it, because it is not a fun experience.

“...it feels like I have been asleep for several months. Almost as if the incomprehensible eldritch entity responsible for manifesting me into the world somehow both lost all of his ongoing desire to sit in front of the magical box of sand we taught to think and had no choice but to do so due to his personal workload spiking like a rocket launch before exploding into a series of ‘screw you’ sparks... also much alike a rocket.”

@cupids-flight​ requested: I can only offer this boy. I shall do better this time. :(

Meme: I Have No Idea Who These Characters Are, But Here Have a Powerpoint

Status:  Accepting

@cupids-flight· || SC 

Valentine’s Day is approaching and the girl was in a panic. Nezuko has been so busy with school, work study, and her family, she forgot to shop for gift. Her crush on Genya is not the only thing she came to mind. She needed to find something special for her brother Tanjirou, her best friends Inosuke and Zenitsu, and of course her mentor Giyuu But those boys are COMPLICATED; they are too old to appreciate a simple basket of toys and coloring books like she bought for her younger siblings. So the question comes to the heroine’s mind: WHAT DO MEN LIKE? 

“It depends.”

A voice giving answer to the unspoken question; the expression upon her was one he had seen many a time before. It was a ritual that everyone had to go through - some merely the once, when they found they must reconsider their thoughts on a person (much like poor Nezuko) - and some many many times (Maeda was never good with present shopping.)

“I find, when figuring out what to get for someone, is to ignore the advice.” He gestured out. “People will tell you lots of things, like ‘oh, I think boys like this’ or ‘if you have a girl, you must not get her this or’.”

     she’s shook.

elsewhere, in a bush, absolutely not grinning to himself where no one can see

It was simply a fact of life. Grass grows; birds fly; the sun shines; and Maeda turns bright red the moment Miruko decides to show any affection to him at all.

“I, ah-” Poor boy. “-was planning to do so, yes. I am... acquiring a present for you. I may be a little late; it is taking some unqiue effort.”

[TEXT] Uaraka-San?? [TEXT] This so amazing, man! Don’t worry you secret is save with me, promises. [TEXT] well, you could just ask her could you not? [TEXT] Maybe you guys could visit the mall or the beach. [TEXT]  Or  a pet shelter, I think she likes cats. It isnt the most romantic place thoug.

[Maeda Hasimoto -> Eijiro Kirishima] Wise ideas. And I appreciate that fact; you and I both know the... problems a relationship I am in being exposed early could cause.

[Maeda Hasimoto -> Eijiro Kirishima] The eternal joys of a love-powered quirk.

[Maeda Hasimoto -> Eijiro Kirishima] I might try the beach. I will admit; swimsuits are 👌

[Maeda Hasimoto -> Eijiro Kirishima] Out of curiosity, what are you doing up so late? I was not expecting such a prompt reply...mostly as I am still on said date.

     “ Maeda-san, are you familiar with the term? I’m not sure I understand… ”

Another day; another friend whom needs my support... I admit, it makes me happy to know I can give them such support.

“I am indeed. As I’m sure you may have guessed by now, I’m... overexposed to romance and romantic tropes in general.” (Mostly as despite his efforts to be known for more than romantic shenanigans, the shenanigans found him.) “A slow burn is... a way of describing a relationship, more than a descriptor of a relationship; a slow burn is a relationship, but a relationship is not in itself a slow burn.”

A shrug.

“I keep hearing references to a new form of romantic entanglement called the ‘slow burn’. I admit it may have been around longer than I am giving it due credit for; that being said, my primary reference point for the actions of individuals within relationships are my peers and we - at our ripe old age - are not renowned for our social extrapolation.”

[TEXT] Omg, this adorable dude. [TEXT] Just be yourself, man !! If they said yes means the already like you so no playing around. [TEXT]Ohhh, but you totally should pay for drink or food, that be the mainly thing to do. [TEXT] Even when your with a guy!! No prejuement here. Expect they might want to pay…, then you should accept that, it be rude to say no [TEXT]  Just offer to pay next time, if thats the case !!

[Maeda Hasimoto -> Eijiro Kirishima] Good news, then; I’ve already paid. It was originally a friendly evening out, but... naturally, she asked probing questions and I avoid lying if I can so my crush came out.

[Maeda Hasimoto -> Eijiro Kirishima] In all seriousness, I have very little idea of what to do with Ochaco next...

He didn’t need much force at all to free himself from hergrasp.

Maeda’s admittance of his attraction to her made her gripslacken, lips dropping apart as she stared incredulously at him, Ochaco’s mindreeling and replaying the words over and over again. Even as he moved away fromher to procure the mochi she had been so excited for this night, she remainedstill, her arm outstretched, reaching for something that wasn’t there anymore.

Or, simply for now, as his heart seemed to settle besideher, a mix of appreciation and affection rolled into one scenario that shedidn’t have any idea of how to deal with.

Toga’s words run in her head: There’s someone you like, isn’t there?

The villain had assumed it was Izuku, which most might have.But now it was shoved in her face the truth she had been shoving further andfurther down inside of her, encapsulating it so it did not weigh her down onher climb to the top. Love was something that could wait until she establishedherself. Love was something that wouldn’t give her a boost in power and theability to protect the smiles of her friends.

But it did for Maeda.

Lowering her hand and sitting quietly upon the bench, herfingers came to rest on her cheeks as she let her head hang slightly. “It’s…nota problem.” Ochaco muttered softly to no one, awaiting for the boy to return.

If Maeda had to put words to the maelstrom of thoughts - interconnected yet all disparate - that was swirling through him; he would only be able to give a single word:

[Fuck.]

His initial attempt of a nice evening out - with Ochaco, no less, to have sweet delicious mochi - had been thoroughly derailed by his need to follow his morals. Why couldn’t I have just lied, or said literally anything else.)

He - in full autopilot - handed over his card, and received a note and polite instructions to sit back down and wait; he instead meandered to the drink cabinet. Not to purchase, but to buy him a moment. 

Seeing the kindly woman at the counter cast a very knowing look to him was a sharp reminder that he was face was still aflame with a warm blush. He really did like Ochaco, after all, and he had no way of denying that fact. What may be a long, mental journey of self reflection and understanding for some was in fact an accident in the shower for Maeda.

(It turns out accidentally nulling out your own gravity while in the shower can make a mess. No points for guessing why Maeda was ruminating on this while in the shower.)

His issue was by far the opposite; all the emotion, none of the knowledge. Which explained his mismanagement of the situation. He had no doubt a certain grape-haired boy will be waiting for him to return (mostly as of all the people he knew, Mineta was the absolute hardest to shake; it seems that where Maeda went, cute girls tended to congregate. He didn’t know, either) and prodding him for details on his evening.

He was low on options, so he pulled his phone out and sent a text-

[Maeda Hasimoto -> (redacted)] Help. I’m in a situation I accidentally turned into a sort-of-date. I have no idea what to do here.

-before shaking his head, and finally forcing his blush back down. A deep sigh, and a spin on his heel, and-

(You thought I wouldn’t.)

“I will have you know that I am a black mage, not a ‘practitioner of magic tricks’. And if you really decided to start your pitch for my help with that, then you’re an idiot.”

A frown, from the Lalafell, as he continued to sit; uncaring to the world, awaiting someone who was quite clearly not the gentleman badgering him for help.

“No, really; if you are in need of a thaumaturge, might I suggest the guild? They may be able to help you provided you don’t, oh, belittle their magical talents in front of them. A less scrupulous sort of mage may, oh, let’s say, respond to that poorly. As in, fire magic to the face poorly. I have a number of ways of conujuring fire, and all of them work exceptionally well on living people.”

“ Whaaa-?! Kehehehh, only three? For your head? The hitman targeting you is a money-pincher. No one knows what they’re worth because everyone says their lives are worthless anyway!”

“I think I read the comment you were making very badly wrong.” It took a lot to make Maeda sheepish, but this was there; hitman targeting him?

(...it isn’t unlikely, he supposed. Love quirks were rare.)

“But I do have to agree with your comment about worth. I used to believe I had no worth beyond my quirk, but...”

“People whom’s opinion I hold in higher esteem than mine keep insisting that isn’t correct.”

They had not met before, so Maeda took the initative; holding out a mitten-covered hand.

Maeda was slowly but surely becoming accustomed to the fact that there were people who cared about him; who wanted to share their celebrations with him, or even just considered him in a way he would consider unthinkable prior to UA.