it's just good to be alive !

  & .  @lifewarper​

tensō clings to existence as sisyphus clings to his boulder,   if implicit puppetry at the hands of all for one meant he had some kind of freewill. it no longer is a choice, cause suffering or suffer. tensō isn’t strong enough to choose the latter, it’s not long after his creation before he complies under the threat of persecution. handed a purpose and told to act or reap the consequences. the first time was the hardest, but it gets easier each time he has to do it, although tensō finds it depends on the victim. the grotesque don’t compare to the mundane and innocent. 

twice praises him and scolds him in the same breath, erratically chiding away next to tensō, hands fidgeting in the pockets of his zipped hoodie, sidled against the alley wall as bubaigawara does the heavy work. taunting their victim while holding him against the adjacent wall, mocking him for being afraid and then complimenting his tenacity. tensō’s prodded at to keep hold while twice is the one who keeps breaking the trance. “ keep still and shut up, ”  he commands the duplicating villain who freezes under his control after trusting him enough to respond to his every question. his victim is trapped in the iron grip of his frozen clones. maybe tensō can actually ask his questions now. in the commotion, he’s unaware of the witness approaching until he’s finally silenced his shitty partner. 

     what are you suppose to do when you see a suspicious pair of people skulking through the shadows  ?   a normal person might look the other direction or the call the cops.  a newly licensed hero trying to prove himself sees the only option to intervene.  if he were wiser  ,  he would’ve called an actual pro to the scene.  i’d just look like a coward  ,  he thinks to himself as he stalks from the shadows.  there isn’t much to it until he notices what  appears  to be a civilian.  maybe it isn’t  ,  could be a lowly thug or another villain of some sort.  what he  does  know is that one of them is from the league and that influences him towards intervening.  a hand reaches back into his bag and draws the staff  ,  clicking it open to full mast as he bursts himself out from his hiding.  there wasn’t any thought in it.   he saw what the hooded one could do  ,  but here he is  ...  making a show of himself.

his family isn’t bad off, but they’re far from being rich.  typically miya gets a bit of money from them once a month to help him buy extra food for himself. he’s a good boy, he doesn’t blow it, but he runs through the funds pretty quickly especially if he’s had a particularly tiring week of training or work study.

speaking of food, he’s a pretty decent cook ! least to say his food is edible, but most people probably wouldn’t like the random concoctions he makes because he’s bored of the same thing every time. 

he stands out from his adoptive family like a sore thumb, both quirk-wise and images.  his mom is a mutant-type quirk  (  doe  )  and his father is a tall, slender blonde man with a quirk that allows him to generate hardware tools anywhere on his body.  his older brother and older sister both took after their mom in deer-like features, but their actual quirks are undecided as of right now.

despite being outgoing around others, he’s normally sitting alone if he isn’t with his friends. he isn’t necessarily social, but will actively participate if he’s brought into a conversation. he just prefers to keep a small group of friends rather than making friends out of everyone.  at times he can get bored though and will mess with other members of his class, or his friends  …  normally that happens if he hasn’t been able to disperse some energy from his body.

speaking of that, he can be a huge prankster if he gets extremely restless. he tries to make it  NOT OBVIOUS  it wasn’t him but he’s got dumbass syndrome and he laughs the loudest if someone falls for it  ...  or he completely ruins it and exposes himself. dumbass.

he’s studious, but not great at studying due to memory problems. he struggles the most with end-of-the week tests and written exams. he excels in pop quizzes without any notice if it surrounds the subject just taught, but that’s about it. he’s low ranked in terms of academic scores.

due to his quirk not being necessarily offensive, he uses his own time to learn hand-to-hand combat and bow staff techniques. his hero costume has a collapsible metal pole that he uses when he has no choice but to be on the offense.

speaking of hand-to-hand, he will fight or escalate a fight because he enjoys watching drama and isn’t afraid to start it if he has to. he used to start fights in middle school if he noticed someone getting bullied. he may sit alone, but he watches it all and doesn’t hesitate to intervene.

a startled gasp ,     eyes flying open wide as hotaru realises the mistake he’s made ,     a hand up to cover his mouth .     how careless !     he hadn’t even realised he’d spoken aloud but he should have realised sooner he wasn’t alone .     his cheeks colour crimson with mortification and he adverts his eyes ,     casting his gaze everywhere that wasn’t his classmate .

‘   s - sorry !     i - i didn’t mean  ━  i w - wasn’t talking literally …  ‘     he quickly stutters ,     his hands fluttering like anxious butterflies until they find refuge buried in his mess of hair .     why was he still talking ?     he should just shut up before he found himself in a bigger mess .     ‘   don’t worry about it ,     just forget i said anything !   ‘

@misthcnd​ sent:  " i sometimes wonder whether i'm walking the right path. "

     bright yellow eyes roll as he whines, something she was rather used to. kigata was the more energetic of the pair thanks to her affinity with the sun ; he, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. it made for a lot of wake up calls, and the familiarity of him whining for five more minutes before greeting her with bed-messed hair.   “ you’re hilarious, miya. now, come on! we’ve got a day off. you can’t spend all day napping! ”

striking the live wire, he doesn’t even remember you. shinso’s ranting ceases, replaced indefinitely by his spiteful glowering, fixated solely on the classmate he’d been actively berating.  “  i am proving them wrong, ”  his tone is eerily calm, high contrast to his shouting from before. simmering on his tongue before saliva becomes acidic, “  this was a stupid fight to pick, you really are just like them. ”

     it was impossible for him not to compare himself to others ,     to compare his chances of being a hero to theirs .     how could he not with a quirk like his ?     did he truly believe he could make it as a hero with a quirk like this ?     did he really deserve to be here when there was surely others far more suited for a place at U.A ?     as he stood there ,     watching the others perfect their quirks ,     hotaru saw the answer as clear as day .

       ‘   what am i even doing here ?   ‘

@lifewarper​   //   s.c

“  like you have any fucking idea ― it’s not about how much people like you it’s about how everybody fucking treats you. ”  it’s about the shunning, the oppression of a child with no idea what he’s done wrong other than being born. rage severs from its tendril in his chest and spits into the air, “  i didn’t decide shit !  you think anyone would want to be this way, the fucking pariah ?! ”  he’d made the mistake of fighting back only once.

“  mention my attitude again,  that’s real funny of you to say.”  venomous, the pained stake of jealousy and the even deeper wound, inadequacy. “  i don’t give a shit that you transferred before me, i earned my place rightfully. if things were as simple as asking for people like me, then maybe i’d be sitting pretty too. ”

     “  miya! ”   the girl called out, moving down the hall towards his dorm room. finally, a day off school which meant actually hanging out with her friends ; konomaki hadn’t been able to see him for almost a week with all of the school work and training that UA had piled on, so she was grateful to finally spend some time with him. as she reached the door, her fist gently knocked upon it before feet stepped back.   “ don’t tell me you’re still sleeping! ”

@lifewarper​

“  my problem ?  ― disillusionment mainly, reality ?  ―  yes. people feeding off a silver spoon ?  also that, yes. ”