hear no screaming

This wasn't going so well, Tomura speculated- if the people ignoring his whole existence as he stretched his arm out towards them to hand them a flyer was anything to go by. He wasn't exactly sure what was wrong with him that people would completely overlook him. Was his demeanor not open or welcoming enough? Perhaps it was his all black get-up with his hood pulled over his shaggy hair- ah, he remembered he hasn't exactly showered today. Maybe getting up at 7:30pm after a good 5 hours of sleep and throwing on an old pair of jeans and a hoodie over his head before heading out with the stack of flyers tucked under his armpit wasn't exactly a good idea. Welp. At least this brown random street dog tailing his every move as he handed out flyers in front of the club Deviance kept him company- it certainly helped with his mood not plummeting from the strangers not giving him 2 seconds of their day.

Whatever, he scoffed, these people probably aren't that talented anyway.

He stared at the unsightly red guitar drawn at the corner of the crumpled flyers in his hands before letting out a resigned sigh. His annoying lackey can create a couple more of these, he decided.

Neatly laying out four of the flyers on the sidewalk in a square, he gave his little furry companion a firm pat on the head before plopping his butt onto cement ground, folding his legs crisscross with each of his under the other opposite knee. What a waste of time, he plucked the cap of his iced drink with two careful fingers and laid it next to his thigh. He drank the rest of his watered down coffee, including the small bits of ice left in the liquid and set down the empty cup in front of him, munching on the ice with his molars.

The sound of loose change being dropped into the empty cup in front of him had him looking up, his brows knitted in a frown and jaw clinched.

Tomura didn't know whether luck was on his side or not, all things considered. If the guy had put up a fight while Tomura was shoving him out the door, this evening would be a mess. Thankfully, the rando that Dabi had brought in for his nasty nightly endeavors was a fan of Vanguard who did not mind being manhandled by the band's lead guitar.

When he had successfully managed to push out the stranger out of their dorm, the latter turned around to give him a sheepish, but rather excited grin, "Bye, Shiga-"

He slammed the door right to his face before the guy could even finish his farewell. To think he had the gall to even address him! The nerve.

Turning on his heel, he finally regarded the shameless, overcooked goth- emo-, whatever he is, who couldn't even have the decency to put his shirt back on while Tomura took the responsibility of maintaining civility in their humble abode.

"Do you have zero respect for your leader? That outsider-" The image of the guy he just kicked out flashed in his mind and he came to realize that the intruder's character leaned more into the prettier side, with his swept back dirty blonde hair and boyish grin. To think that Dabi was gonna- to that guy- He tugged at his own hair in despair before running his hands down his face with an appalled groan. The bare thought of that guy's legs over his roommate's shoulders sent a disgusted shiver down his spine.

The styrofoam cup containing Tomura's morning coffee tasted like shit, but maybe that's just currently his general way of seeing things because his morning started like shit. He had stayed up until 5am with his eyes glued on his monitor screen, playing as a bearded, Italian gentleman trying to rescue a princess from the clutches of a hideous beast with an ugly character coordination.

His feet dragged through the floor, hand loosely holding onto the Starbucks take out cup. He can almost hear a constant repeat of the voice of the annoyingly cheerful barista calling out his name echoing the recesses of his mind.

Lost in thought, he turned a sharp corner of the hallway and collided with a blonde figure, the contents of his beverage spilling all over the newcomer.

"Ah, what the fuck?" He instinctively dropped the almost empty cup to the floor, his hand scalded by the temperature of the coffee. Lifting his gaze up with an irritated scowl etched on his face, he glowered at the figure whose jacket was stained with his precious breakfast.