LIFE GIVEN.

   ❝ Ufufu! ❞  Eyes pinch out a smile; there is a part of him impressed, though the expression doesn’t come without it’s minor ache and pinch of anxious pain.  ❝ Then.. you are indeed far more thoughtful than a few. ❞

Piece said he turns silent and detaches from the other’s side, strides carrying him forward till he opens the door to the storage. It’s noticeably scant, a few of the shelves already left emptied, bare, and gathering dust - but all he can produce is a sigh to the sight: what did lay within this room still need be accounted for. The frame is held to allow the other entry even as he glances over the list and clipboard in his hand, gauze and vaseline and aloe and alcohol, not enough.

   ❝ I suppose things won’t take us too long. ❞  And it might have been for the best , seeing as how quickly it would be best to restock.

❝ THANKS , i guess ... ❞ ashton replies awkwardly . thoughtful , a word he wouldn’t usually use to describe his mindset , but it’s something . mentally , he adds it to a list of words he’s heard people used to describe him before . not knowing quite where to place it , he sticks it right in the middle of positive && negative terms .

“ O-Oh, thank you. ”

She let out a bit of a shaky sigh- mainly due to another r u s h of fatigue hitting her like a truck. The resilience of her transformation was beginning to WAVER- never a good sign. Well, for her, anyway. To others it might just be an inconvenience if she ends up passing out…

It only took her a second before she was actually laying down on one of the beds, feeling r e l i e f wash over her. Just the comfort of the mattress alone brought P E A C E to her mind. The infirmary, even with the staff inside, was always j u s t silent enough for her to feel truly SAFE- something she couldn’t get in her own c l a s s , even with as much as she liked her fellow students. 

Not to mention the fact that it was an i n f i r m a r y- something so akin to a hospital room, which she’d practically grown ADAPTED to at this point. With the amount of episodes that she had as a child, staring up at a white ceiling had become a sign of an alternative home. Hell, she was almost ready to pass out right here had the facts that, A, someone she didn’t completely trust was in the room, and B, she could very well choke if her condition triggered in her sleep didn’t exist. Going back to that p e r s o n, however…

“ S-So…not much older, huh? What should I call you then-? Because honestly just calling you ‘recovery girls assistant’ seems a little…STRANGE, if you ask me. ” 

“ Well, that and I’m also gonna be seeing you a lot, if my current health is anything to go by. ”

With that statement, she let out a little giggle- which honestly, she really shouldn’t have. Her body quite literally is a walking trainwreck, medically.

cue a quiet grunt in acknowledgement to her thanks . ( at least he isn’t enough of an asshole to respond to something as kind as that . ) 

as a nurse ought to , he watches her stumble towards the infirmary beds from the corner of his eyes . from a broader standpoint , you could possibly pinpoint the readiness in his body language to assist if she were to keel over . whatever microscopic tensions in his body relaxes when he sees she reaches her destination successfully , causing him to release a silent exhale . 

hand reaches out to pull out a board , sign - in sheet clipped on the front . clicking open a pen , he scribbles hayashida’s name && the current time into the latest slot before placing it back where he retrieved it from . he turns his head towards her , vaguely surprised that she chooses to continue in speaking to him . the emotion flashes across his eyes , but leaves in a fleeting moment , as does his gaze towards her .

“  sensei pointed me here  ” it was too late. escapes were blocked & even the windows were a no-go. “  told me to rest when he caught me falling asleep  ”

❲ ♔ ❳   ―  ❝ W E L L … ❞

Yes, she definitely recognised the man now. He may not be familiar with her, but from the amount of times she had ended up In the infirmary, the blonde could probably successfully recall the time in which he had fetched her a glass of water after becoming lightheaded. Even though it was a minor favour, she felt the need to thank him for such actions, as it did really help her out. So, after moments of hesitation, she reluctantly spoke up against the momentarily rather awkward silence.

❝ W O U L D YOU – Would you m-maybe want to borrow mine … ? ❞ Her voice projected rather silvery, as the girl hoped to come across as welcoming, instead of sounding slightly brittle due to nervousness. In her opinion, the boy’s tone came across as though he wasn’t really having a particularly decent day – she would agree with him If it was due to weather, as the unexpected down-pour had caught her of guard. The umbrella that she was now holding out to the boy (rather persistently) was kept safely in her bag, since she had preferred to keep it there for further use. Yet, seeing, or rather, sensing that the boy opposite her was in a rather down mood, she could only feel bad enough letting him walk by her without an umbrella. She could practically feel the rain growing heavier by the second and it could really be a pain for him.

―  ❝ I, UHM, I insist ! ❞

frankly , his answer is no . he didn’t really want to borrow hers considering the trouble he’d have to go thru just to return it afterwards . not to mention how much of an EYESORE the umbrella would be in his own home ! such bright color didn’t belong in his monotonous , drab apartment . it’d be out of place , off putting in his own home , a good reminder that an object that doesn’t belong to him rests in a pile of belongings that are . ashton opens his mouth to decline her offer , but her persistence towards it causes him to falter slightly . 

the reason for why she persists is unbeknownst by him . sure , he knows that there are certainly people this GOOD - NATURED in the world , but whatever paranoia that plagues him causes him to over analyze such natures . just why is she being so nice ? ( assumingly ) whatever he must have done for her in the past , whatever assistance he must have provided , couldn’t have been that thoughtful for her to want to return the favor . or perhaps his blank expression comes off as rather chilling , annoyed ? whatever it is , he doesn’t think this insistence is warranted . 

                B U T ...

005 -- -- -- ashton makes an effort to NOT have to talk to any of sort of student administrations ( aka other teachers, counselors, lord forbid the principal ). this includes standing far away from other faculty members, making no indication that he wants to talk to any of them and/or avoids trouble. the only faculty member he’s willing to talk to is his mentor, recovery girl, only because he’s worked alongside her for a while that he’s somewhat comfortable conversing with her. 

☆ · °: * ☆ { ❦ ╰☆╮❦ }

                                              “ T - Thank you… ”

                               Grabbing the phone , she tapped in the numbers and held it to her ear as it rang.  ‘ it should be fine , right ? ? ?  Knowing Recovery Girl , even if this man had any funny ideas to spread ( rumors ) about their relation , she’d stop him. Given his tension however , he seems to give no care whatsoever.  –  perhaps it should remain in such a way in this case. 

                               The second she heard the ringing stop , Yoru’s voice poured from the phone. She addressed him ; 

                                              “ H - Hi , Onii - chan…. E - Everything’s fine , j - just… can you pick me up from the nurse’s office ? I overdid my quirk a little today during practice… N - No , it’s nothing major ! I - I just can’t walk that much and – hello ? ….Hello ? ”

                                Sweat dropping , she put the phone back as she looked at her companion with an ( uneasy ) countenance. 

                                              “ M - My onii - chan’s coming over now. I - I’m sorry to take up your time , sir….”

he doesn’t listen to their conversation although he stands at a close enough proximity to eavesdrop . violation of privacy && trust is not something he makes a habit of going over , despite his rights as a nurse ... he pays little attention to the records of students && prefers to only listen what the students tell him instead of looking at words printed across paper . immature && naive ? POSSIBLY , but oh well .

sorry for taking up my time is RIGHT , is what he thinks but doesn’t vocalize . though it doesn’t seem like she’d be the type to tattle for any misbehavior , ashton doesn’t take his chances && resists the urge to respond with any snappy remarks . however , another part of him already forgives her for it is not her fault that she is overwhelmed with fatigue && exhaustion , requiring the assistance of another to return her home .

     He nods.  ❝ Too many, indeed… We can only do what we can. ❞  And while it might have been very little, the Jigen Daishi hopes the other doesn’t take to the same insecurities he did – contrary to common, the blast was unrelated to any sort of quirk; rather, a carefully crafted combustion - a bomb, whose composition he might have been aware of. ( If one could injure through entirely natural means, then one could yet still heal in the same way. )

   ❝ Gauze tends to be scarce. Should the stores be too low as they are, then I don’t doubt that we will need to fetch more so as not to run out right in the middle of so many treatments. ❞  He takes his steps through the halls calmly, only turning his head towards the other halfway through.  ❝ Are you alright yourself? Not too shaken up, not too new? ❞  Having dealt with prior anxious assistants ( and, having been one himself, ) he worries.

people often peer at ashton && correlate his air of indifference with his ability to sympathize && empathize , as in it was very POOR . but the ironic truth , with a background built on the exposure to pain , he built not only immunity , but the ability to sympathize , empathize && be COMPASSIONATE higher than most people despite not revealing it thru his facial expressions . ( it’s the actions that matter ; the intention behind words , he supposes . ) ashton supposes that may be the reason he is able to silently agree with tenkai’s statement , they can only do what they can .

『 SEMI - HIATUS NOTE』

this is just a note in case i ever drop off the face of the earth , but school starts the day after tomorrow ( aka SEPT. 5TH ) … meaning soon enough , i’m going to be swamped with more workload for the year especially since i’m enrolled in two AP classes && the rest are just … classes . ( haha i didn’t even finish the summer assignments for those AP classes … for the record , i didn’t know i was in one of the AP classes until i got my schedule in the mail ) . 

but UH YEAH , school is going to kick my ass !! literally school is pretty much the worst time because going to school , being forced into being surrounded by people i mostly don’t know for seven - ish hours without vomiting from anxiety , having to do homework that is twice the amount of time i have after school && keeping check of my mental health is HELL . considering that , my activity time will be more sporadic than it already is because as you know , school is very draining of both my energy && motivation / inspiration .

so yep , INDEFINITE SEMI HIATUS !! ( although it already states that in my rules . ) if i just don’t return , just assume i died .

if you wanna contact me aside from tumblr , i’ll drop my PERSONAL , INSTA , SKYPE && DISCORD . just tell me who you are if you add / contact me .

❪   ` ｡ ✧  STARTER FOR  // @livegiven ❫ // ♡

❲ ♔ ❳   ―  GREAT - It was raining. Rain didn’t particularly bother Kioko - if she was indoors. Yet, here she was, walking home from the U.A with a loose grip on her umbrella as she very cautiously attempted to avoid all the puddles caking the sidewalk. However, in an attempt to avoid one certain pool of rainwater, she had SOMEHOW managed to lose her balance after criss-crossing both of her legs, resulting in a face-plant right in-front of a strangers feet. As if she couldn’t be more embarrassed, glancing up with an irritated sigh, she had only just realised that she has seen this boy many times at the infirmary at her own s c h o o l. In an instant attempt to retrieve her balance, she hoisted herself upwards, proceeding to elevate her head in order to make eye contact with the taller boy. She could only hope she wasn’t recognised, but, she had been to the infirmary so many times, that it must have been impossible to not even gain some form of recognition.

❝ GAH – Damn, I … I-I’m really sorry for, for getting in your way, uhm, sir! I … ❞ Brushing any signs of mud or dirt on her knees and jumper, she had noticed a rather deep graze on the back of her hand - it didn’t hurt too much, however. It didn’t bother her - the one concern at the moment was noticing how this boy; who can’t have been much older then her, was out without any protection from the rain whatsoever. ❝ Hey, y-you don’t have an umbrella? ❞

during weather like this , he’d rather be at home . even during beautiful weather when the sky is blue , the sun is shining , birds were chirping    -- -- -- he’d rather be at home . however , here he is , dragged by damned priorities to fetch food && drinks from the nearest convenience store , being met with rain he did not prepare to run into by the time he exits . TO HELL WITH THIS .

common sense would be for him to help her up considering she tripped right in front of him , but how she manages to hoist herself up almost as soon as she falls before him , ashton assumes she is alright ... well , aside from the graze over her hand he immediately spies as she brushes off mud off of her knees . peering at her , he vaguely recognizes her face but alas , remembering the names && labeling it to faces , especially of students that may come && go to the infirmary , is not his forte . however , he surely does recognize her as a student at yuuei .