Chitose and her threads will be moved over to @night-divining​ !

well, that  kinda  SUCKED… he hadn’t exactly been anticipating company. ❝ you’re just coming here to read, right? ❞ crimson gaze flicked swiftly between the woman’s face and his laptop screen. a sigh —— then a wave. ❝ so, it’s fine; i  don’t  CARE. ❞ yeah. there were definitely more annoying things to put up with.      ( not that he actually would. oh, the grand commander didn’t have to tolerate a goddamn thing. )

❝ … what  are  you  READING, anyway? ❞ might as well ask.

Making a slightly annoyed face when his aunt rubbed his hair, he was going to complain about why he was the one getting in trouble for just trying to help. However, the next part of what she said distracted his young mind as his eyes widened when she said that ‘he’d be an amazing hero someday’. “I’m gonna be an even better hero than All Might is!” He exclaimed, grinning up at her, “that’s a promise.”

— “You are Spinner, yes? I’m Kizuki Chitose, liberation code Curious, it’s a pleasure...” she bows her head slightly, showing only the right amount of respect one should before being introduced to a new co-worker, “Re-Destro’s told me you have questions about the workings of the army, or the Front, and what our next association entails. I’m here to reply them at the best of my capability, given he’s had to leave to attend an urgent matter. I hope it’s not a problem. ”

— “Grand Commander...” The susprise is clear in her voice and face as she stops on her tracks, scarred fingers clenching around the handle of her crutch. She shifts some on her spot, not quite sure what to do of the one before her, “...My apologies, I didn’t expect anyone else to here, I like to come to read in my free time, you see. I’ll leave if you’d like.”

Hearing the question about him picking a fight only made the young boy to promptly state, “they deserved it..” They were picking on someone else and Katsuki wanted to be a hero and that’s what heroes did. “They were being mean to someone else.. and I wanted to help and being a hero.”

He made a pout as she wiped at his cheek, “it wasn’t my fault,” the young boy exclaimed. “The stoopid older kids pushed me.” Though, it was totally his fault for picking a fight them in the first place. But as if he’d tell that to his aunt or anyone who wasn’t around when it happened for that matter.

— “You’re so dirty… What happened?” She rubs his cheek with her sleeve, trying to clean a particularly stubborn stain of mud, “I only lost you of sight for 5 minutes, too. Are you trying to get me in problems with your mother?” She was terrible at this, it was a good thing she didn’t have children.