SPEED / GRACED.

                ❛    tensei, i got the mochi. although, i think i forgot which flavor you had originally wanted.. so i took it upon myself to get one of every flavor !    ❜

okay i am ( once again ) starting fresh bc now i’m actually back to stay and i have new followers and all of that. 

“ hmm… you’re right! and this one might still be edible! “   another quick glance. potentially.   “ iiiif not then we’ve got some compost! “   fists smack together as he directs a grin up at the class president.   “ you wanna preheat the oven again while i grease the pan? i think i skimped out on it last time. “

                ❛    i can do that. keep an eye on how much grease you add this time.    ❜      a sharp nod, set in the decision to remake the cake. a fist would clench as their agreement settled in the air alongside sweetened frosting & the lightest hint of burnt cake mixture.      ❛    where are the eggs ?    ❜

then uraraka pulls her thigh muscle the end

                ❛    you want me to teach you ?    ❜      there is a hint of flattery upon his visage as he looked to his friend. a finger taps at his chin, tongue in his cheek as he thought over potential training routines. however, he isn’t sure that uraraka could keep up with him in an actual race. 

          tries to keep up with the other. a wasted effort surely, but one he’s making anyway.

@earncst

                swift pace  &  curt steps carry the youth across the hall. his walking pace isn’t as overwhelming as his running, but he certainly took strides. &  he almost doesn’t notice the other until he near turned a corner. 

“ are you sure, dude…? “   he questions, looking down at their attempted cake. if it can be even called that anymore.

            ❝ – It is if it’s comin’ from you pathetic losers!! I told you, I don’t need yer goddamned help. Don’t you have a dress code violation to be overreactin’ about somewhere or something? ❞