WELL-ESTIMATED.

     “ Not really! ”  She did not feel the need to elaborate more and reached into her purse instead, mind already on something far better than explaining herself. Eager hands lifted a bag out of her purse, the crinkle and tear of it punctuating her silence. Without further preamble, she popped a Honey Star into her mouth and moved to offer some to her big-haired friend.  “ Anyway, we should do something. My money is begging to be used. Can’t you hear it? ‘Spend me, Taeyung! Use me! Please! We’re begging you!!’ I can’t ignore its siren call anymore. ”

@faulterd ♡'d / wilson (expensive mistakes) by fall out boy

     “ SO WHEN I SAY  ‘I’m sorry, I’m late’, I wasn’t showing up at all. I really mean I didn’t plan on showing up at all.”

——  ;&&.  (  @faulterd  )  ♥

          their  fight  has  ended  a  good  few  minutes  ago  ,  but  all  four  of them  were  still               locked  in  a  cage.  probably  they  were  waiting  for  the  official  conclusion  of  the  match               by  the  teachers.  one  of  them  —  a  black - haired  girl  ,  lied  there  down  unconscious.              she  looked  fairly  battered  ,  and  aoyama  could  safely  assume  that  her  fight  between               class  1b  president  was  quite  fierce.  despite  this  ,  they  all  ...           ‘   —  ah  !  mon  dieu  ,  mademoiselle  …  you  are  finally  awake  !                     …  my  my  …  you  do  not  look  too  dazzling  ,  oui  ☆   ’

 she feels inebriated, she is woozy. a struggle upwards is considered. she is not sure what stirs her but her body aches, weighed down more than she’s used to. SHE REMEMBERS DETAILS; the whole still evades her. ‘ i----- ’ THE ATTEMPT FALLS FLAT. 

“ i —- !!!! ”  the feeling was familiar but left him uncertain, regardless. ( this inclination towards switching topics, for brightness, and sudden enthusiasm. subtly and calmness, perhaps, differentiating ). he thought she’d leave, thinking up better things to do than waste time in his company, when even he would be fortunate enough to escape himself. chin tucked into the collar of his hero costume, ignoring inquisitive eyes, almost saying nothing, almost–  “ —there’s a yaki-imo stand across from there if—if you like yaki-imo, that is. ” his face tucking further.

  ‘ oh! ’ SHE STARTS, quick to nurture his line of thought. ‘ it has been getting colder recently. are there yaki-imo trucks driving around yet? i’ve heard of them but haven’t seen one. ’

he would if he could, if thoughts weren’t churning tightly in stomach, urges to apologize lingered long and he intrinsically clung onto them, multiple times over. he wondered how telling his silence is. how predictable to a mere acquaintance of someone with yaoyorozu’s proficiency in matters he time and time again struggled through with clumsy feet. 

   IN THE SILENCE, momo gathers the moment. she counts the number of times he acted on instinct. she counts the number of destruction. she counts the minutes that it took before everyone around them fell back into rebuilding, into routine. HE’S STILL but body language speaks volumes enough. 

               ❛   AW , THINK NOTHING OF IT  !  besides , it’s not like i have much to do .   ❜  partly , that is true . tooru is a diligent student , and any work that’s been on the burner has been completed  —  what that says of him , though  …  but there’s another underlying tragedy behind it , of course  ;  what more can a quirkless student do anymore but study and write  ?  no one will allow him into the fray anymore  :  HE’S WEAK , IN THEIR EYES . outlived his usefulness . so if anything , being able to help someone at least once  —  it’s for his own ego , to some extent .  ❛   where are you heading to  ?  i can help you carry all this stuff there .   ❜

   ‘ i---- ’ 

her brows furrow before softening into the wake of a smile.  IT IS PERHAPS HABIT to reject assistance as much as she is not yet accustomed to being offered it so freely. although momo’s learned, since starting u.a., there isn’t much that could be expected; adapting might not be in no time but she knows she’ll get there.   ‘ thank you, again. i’m headed to the support department. how about you? 

                ☆ starter call !   /   @faulterd

               ❛   AH  ,  SORRY  .   ❜  an accidental misstep , a bump into a stranger in the academy hallways . but then , a sharp sense of realization .  

               ❛  OH  ...  !!  YOU’RE THE CREATION - QUIRK GIRL FROM CLASS 1 - A , YES  ?   ❜  honestly , who wouldn’t recognize one of that class’s members  ?  it seems they’re always getting into mayhem somehow  …  it seems like every week , they’ve got a teacher on their heels  (  or even sometimes the principal himself  …  ) . though tooru shouldn’t judge much . seeing even just one underclassman’s face reminds him of his time spent in his own 1 - A .   ❛   your class is full of talented people , you included , of course . how are your studies holding up  ?   ❜  a fist to his own chest , other hand on his hip in a stance of pride .  ❛   if you’re ever stuck on something , just let your senpai know , okay  ?  i’m always willing to help out  !!  OH , like right now i can ! those books look real heavy , lemme carry some for you  !   ❜  jeez , tooru , are you going to let her speak at all  ??

  ‘ -----hm? ’  books tugging closer,  absent-minded. hour possibly thirty-one of being awake after a week of averaging four-hour sleeps, when her attention’s  been largely focused on eating and learning and retaining and to just go, when most comments hardly seemed to phase---but creation slipped and she’s already turning around, an unintentionally practiced smile lifting lips.  

     he hummed, head tilted to the side as he perused her from his periphery. he was quiet for a moment, taking deep breaths before he would speak again ( for his prior attempt seemed to have drained him … ) ❝ ah…  ❞ another hum – his finger tracing the edge of the book, furrowing his brows, ❝ is this out of curiosity or is there something else… ? ❞

            even pro heroes could stand in their own way if they were unsure of their abilities.    that was something he could relate to,  and she was only a student as well.    it would take a while before she could shake that doubt,  but it was something yaoyorozu would just have to keep working on.    “    do you doubt your skills or whether you’re fast enough??    ”