★ — ONWARD.

           “ hm ... and there ! that should do it.  all better, eri-chan ! ” with one last adjustment he secures the scarf around the girl’s neck, not too firm, but just right so it doesn’t unravel and get all messy. izuku smiles, then slowly stands back up to his own level, now brushing the snow off his pants. “ let me know if it comes undone again, alright ? ” can’t have her going cold now, it was the winter season after all.

❛❛ this   feels   kind   of…     bad   .   maybe   we   should   go   back   ? ❜❜       as   much   as   she   hates   to   admit   apprehension   ,   they’re   obviously   in   a   bad   spot   .   she   can’t   help   but   pull   on   his   sleeve   ,   tugging   him   against   his   forward   force   to   pull   him  backwards   .   the   atmosphere   is   terrible   ;   the   sights   and   smells   .   obviously   in   some   back   alley   part   of   town   crawling   with   villains   .   how   did   they   even   end   up   here   ?   did   they   get   off   at   the   wrong   station   ?   anxiety   weighs   heavily   ;   again   ,   pulling   on   his   sleeve   .       ❛❛ we   gotta   go   back   . ❜❜ 

@inheritwill   /   sc   .

                    it was easy to lose track of the time staring up the sky, green eyes focused on the canvas above; the clouds white and fully packed with snow, ready to burst at any given moment. though, our ‘ hero in training ’ was preoccupied  in thought, almost as if a slideshow of this semester was streaming through his mind. but can you blame him? izuku couldn’t help but be a bit sentimental as this past school year was one of the most fulfilling, yet seemly stressful times of his life; of course it had many ups and downs, several bumps in along the road, but — there were also positive occurrences. one of them of course ( without getting too sappy ) being him. they had grown together so much, from those held back emotions during the sports festival, to ones displayed freely out in the open, without any fear or resentment holding each other back. izuku always had this quality about him, for it didn’t matter who you were, what inner demons your past may hide, he’ll always try and be the one to pull that person out of the darkness, even if it won’t benefit himself in the end. because he knows all too well what it’s like to suffer in solitude, have all your ambitions be mocked, holding onto bitter hope in the form of multiple journals and forced optimism. it was only recently were those dreams starting to shift into reality. it’d be a long hard journey, sure — but that’s how everything’s been else thus far. this was just another challenge and without a doubt, he’ll succeed. because that’s what a hero does.

                       suddenly, the soft snorting sound of ‘ midoriya ’ quickly drags him back to his senses, the sensation of cold air hitting against his cheeks, causing them to deepen and develop a pinkish hue. he immediately turns, jolting slightly and feels a little embarrassed ( but also glad ! ) seeing who it was. it reminds him of that old saying  — where the person you think about most often, will likely show up right in front of you? though shinsou’s quirk could only control minds, not read them. so surely it was just a coincidence. shoulders which were once tense now relax back into place, soft laughter shared in the space between them. ❝ s-shinsou-kun ! you startled me. ❞ his lips curl into a smile for a brief moment, till he notices his gesturing, unable to determine what he meant ( his entire face was too cold to feel one tiny snowflake. ) izuku blinks, then his head tilts upward, perhaps the answer lingered in the sky, and at that moment he sees it; little white flurries spiraling down slowly from above, another to join atop his nose. oh. he begins to chuckle again, already feeling silly. ❝  oh it’s snow —❞  just as his head tilts back down, gloved hands begin to gently cup his cheeks, fitting so perfectly against his frame. his breath is visible for that split second before it halts, eyes squeezing shut as he feels lips daintily press against his nose, while his boyfriend’s melodic laughter still lingers inside his ears. oh he cherished the sound of it. it was still chilly out, even more so cause of the sudden snowfall, but the warmth that spreads throughout his entire body from that little kiss suffices enough to fight back the cold. and also warm his heart. his expression softens now, a tiny mumble heard: ‘ that was really cheesy .. shin-kun…’ as he starts to fluster slightly, but like with anything else, izuku refuses to falter.

                      ❝  hold on a minute now … y-you’ve got a flurry on your nose.❞  with a newfound confidence bubbling up inside him, he props onto his tiptoes, half-lidded hues studying his face for a few seconds, before closing them fully as lips lock together in a firm, but gentle kiss. it doesn’t last too long ( they’ve gotten start walking back after all before the sidewalks were covered ) but its enough to where his lips still tingle, a large smile spreading across his face as he reaches for his hand, squeezing and interlocking their fingers fondly. 

“Why are you talking to me Deku,” he growls, but his words come out more as a bark than something with bite. ( Anyone who knows him well enough would recognize that he’s merely grumpy, thanks to his rumbling stomach. ) Though the other’s assumption is accurate — he was hungry, hungry enough to be stirred awake in the middle of the night and forced to leave the comfort of his bed … only to run into Deku. Now he thinks that he should have sucked it up and stayed put after all. 

Lips pursed, Katsuki swings open the refrigerator — and of course, goes for the pudding cup. 

                ❝ oh ... hey kacchan? w-what’re you doing up this late? ❞ he thought this mid-night trip to the dormitory's kitchen would be taken alone, not accompanied by another. besides, he’s a pretty early sleeper. ❝ are you hungry too? ❞ hopefully not, he wanted to sneak the last vanilla pudding cup.

             ❝  you know, kirishima-kun. i’ve noticed you have a lot of red designed in your costume. ❞ it’s often referred to as the color of strength, courage, passion --- all of these embody his classmate pretty well, right down to a tee. even his hair was a bright shade of red !  ❝  is it your favorite color? ❞