ᵀᴴᴬᵀ 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,

" ALRIGHT. " he steps towards the counter, casting his gaze towards the array of flowers. marigolds and lilies stand proudly in display, freckling the room with shades of brilliant hue. it's all so pretty, tranquil enough to soothe even his nerves; the scent welcomes him in, caressing the air in a gentle, blossoming perfume. setting the basket down, tamaki turns towards aerith, offering her a faint smile. " yeah, i could eat, " it replies, pacing back towards the epicenter of the room, finding itself fidgeting with its fingers — a gesture quickly resolved by pushing his hands into the pockets of his pants. they stand just in front of the dining room's table, hovering behind a chair. " you really are the best, aerith. do you need any help? "

SUNEATER TAMAKI

THE  AIR  SMELLS  LIKE  RUBBLE;   like  the  remnants  of  fire  in  the  air,   iron,   and  construction.   were  he  not  already  so  used  to  it,  his  nose  might  scrunch   —  but  this  is  where  she  thrives.   this,   the  destruction  and  aftermath.   this,  the  battlefield-turned-graveyard.   she's  not  sure  how  many  people  are  trapped,   but  she's  positive  the  devestation  is  nearly  countless  if  they've  called  her  in.   red  converse  adorn  its  feet  as  it  steps  through  the  path  suneater  creates.    "   THANKS  BACK  ...   careful  not  to  step  anywhere  i  touch  before  it  turns  to  dust.   stay  behind  me,  okay?   i'll  point  you  in  the  direction  of  survivors.   "    she  kneels  before  a  large,  concrete  slab.   five  fingers  make  contact and  it  begins  turning  to  dust.   they  know  suneater's  anxiety  well,    but  they  keep  it  tucked  beneath  a  small  smile.      "   were  you  here  when  the  actual  fighting  was  going  on?   "

" for most of it, at least, " tamaki replies, starting to move as tenko does, though remaining directly behind her. " i was on containment. " her quirk is amazing, it thinks. whereas it would take great efforts to search among the collapsed buildings, tenko clears the issue in moments. " ... i think i can hear someone. we must be close. "

but that voice breaks through his dark. a strong hand holds his own cowarding, clammy hand, and tamaki instinctively tightens his grip around it, grip it so hard that he has the leverage to push underfoot and emerge from that entropic, dark place, and they're present again, they can breathe again, feeling the touch of mirio's lips against his skin, that warm breath gusting with life. he believes in them. no, it extends past belief: he knows that they can do it — will do it. it feels that assurance radiating from him, lapping along his body like the warm rays of the sun. it can't disappoint him, it thinks. not when he's counting on it like this. for the first time in what seems to be eons, tamaki takes a deep breath. " okay. " it steps closer, not wanting to break from that warmth. " you and nejire... yeah. i'll try to do it. " a pause breaks his trail of thought. no trying. no what ifs. they correct themself, breathing, " i can do it. "

" GOT IT. " fizzing nerves are tied and skewered for sake of the mission. his sights constrict towards the task at hand, blotting out the unnecessary anxieties that typically weigh in his gut; all that matters is finding the injured, assuring that their suffering wouldn't last. long, cushioned tentacles protrude from his fingers, powerful enough to begin helping tenko by pushing away the smaller debris blockading its major wreckage. suneater glances towards its partner, furrowed eyebrows lessening slightly. " thanks. " it's clumsier than intended, but he forces himself to remain steadfast. " so is yours... if we didn't have you, so many of the injured wouldn't be able to make it out nearly as quickly. that really makes all the difference. "

"   FIRST  OFF,    you're  totally  cool.  anyone  who  says  otherwise  has  no  idea  what  they're  talking  about.   "     a  wave  of  dismissal  to  anyone  who  might  think  such!   tamaki  amajiki  is  the  coolest  person  he's  ever  met  —  and  well,   he's  met  quite  a  few  people!    his  hand,   warm  and  strong  sets  on  tamaki's  shoulder;   a  gesture  meant  to  steady  and  reassure.    "    let's  focus  on  the  things  you  can  do.   you're  focused,   and  when  you  really  put  your  mind  to  something,   nothing's  going  to  stop  you  from  doing  it  -—  not  even  yourself.    "    mirio's  head  tilts.   his  smile,   though  present,   is  far  gentler  than  the  unbridled  confidence  towards  anyone  else.    "   you  can  do  this,   tamaki.    you're  strong;   your  light  outshines  the  sun  ...   what's  one  public  speech,  huh?   nothing  for  the  suneater!    "    

THEY WRING THEIR HAND anxiously, stroking the back of their palm in slow, fickle movements, in the vain hope that doing so would dull their sharp edges and calm the nerves bursting from the pit of its stomach. mirio always has a faith in him that he could never bottle and take as his own, as much as he wishes he could; the prospect of standing in front of so many curious, judging faces — eyes boring into the front of his skull — having to remember what to say and how to say it, not too loud or soft, and to look pleasant rather than focused, and this, and that... it's too much. too much. " 'one public speech' — that's easy for you to say, " he dribbles, dipping his head downward to avert his gaze from mirio's smile, lest he crumble even more from the weight of his confidence. " you're great at talking to others. " his expression sours into increasing pessimism. " how can i focus when i have so many eyes looking at me? maybe if they all turn their heads away... "

Boku no Hero Academia 116 - Fat Gum bullying Suneater (´ ε ` )♡