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send a number and i’ll write a prompt about the following!

good day

missing person

twitching hands

whistling wind

fever dream

stern words

treasured item

fake smile

clean clothes

muggy afternoon

something lost

endless day

hot meal

blurred vision

teaching moment

screeching tires

heated argument

creeping memories

street corner

first aid

bedtime story

fragile confession

childhood lullaby

honored promise

walking target

positive attitude

monster teeth

rage personified

home again

broken bones

stuffed animal

first snow

worried glances

enjoy and feel free to make any changes !

Class

“[txt] can you send me notes? i don’t get anything the professor says”

“[txt] we should totally start a study group!”

“[txt] can you sign my name on the attendance sheet?”

“[txt] ive given up on going to class.”

“[txt] theres EXTRA CREDIT!!!”

“[txt] ive changed my major 4 times so idk”

Fun

“[txt] i know it’s 2 am but we should get some food” / “[txt] it’s ONLY 2 am”

“[txt] there’s this really cool event on the quad tonight, we should go”

“[txt] did someone spray paint that statue’s dick again?”

“[txt] the professor was really doing the most today.. -image attached-”

“[txt] there’s free pizza”

“[txt] we should hang out tonight, my roommate skipped town”

Roommates

“[txt] who ate my cereal?”

“[txt] i’m NOT doing the dishes again” / “[txt] im letting them soak”

“[txt] if i have to hear you mewling like a kitten in heat at 3 am one more time i just might fling myself off the dorm rooftop”

“[txt] it’s not a party if the only people around are the ones that live here”

“[txt] can you stop texting me from the other room?”

“[txt] i thought i asked for some privacy??”

Obstacles

“[txt] i can’t afford to go out tonight”

“[txt] there was a RAT”

“[txt] obviously the only solution is to run away from my problems”

“[txt] college is hard.”

“[txt] i just get homesick sometimes”

“[txt] if only there was FUCKING parking”

Parties

“[txt] someone threw up in the sink”

“[txt] can you come pick me up? things have gotten kinda crazy”

“[txt] i found out what a kegstand is”

“[txt] so m aybe i dou knowe how 2 dance *beer emojis*”

“[txt] i could be studying right now”

“[txt] people are talking to me. im panicking.”

Finals

“[txt] everything hurts and i’m dying”

“[txt] sleep?? idk her”

“[txt] please just take a nap” / “[txt] just take a nap with me”

“[txt] i havent had anything other than coffee in 72 hours”

“[txt] should i drop out? i think ill drop out.”

Izuku really isn’t pulling his leg.

This brings a sinking feeling in Shouto’s stomach as he finally lets go of his friend and takes a considerate step back. This doesn’t make any sense to him. They were literally fighting side by side right before they were brought here for reasons he still can’t quite figure out. But how come Izuku arrived here without a single memory to think back on while he, on the other hand, turned up without a problem? Why did it have to be Izuku of all people? 

Does this mean every single thing they went through together has become all for naught? Shouto has always seen Izuku as a hugely important part of his life and yet, he is nothing but a new face to the shorter hero now. A stranger.  

Shouto regards him for a brief moment until uneasiness overwhelms any urge of forcing the guy to remember him. He doesn’t want to scare him off.

❝Sorry. I wasn’t sure whether or not I should believe you. Is your head okay?❞ He reaches out to caress Izuku’s head, but then he actually realizes what he intends on doing and stops with his hand just awkwardly paused in the air. ❝Ah, sorry.❞ He apologizes again as he stiffly draws his hand back to his side. ❝Izu— Midoriya,❞ His friend’s last name tastes foreign on his tongue. ❝I don’t understand how or why you can’t remember me but I genuinely hope this is just another temporary obstacle. Perhaps an introduction will be the right thing to do in this situation. I’m Shouto Todoroki and I’m…❞

He hesitates, though he doesn’t know why.

❝I’m a good friend of yours.❞ He continues. ❝And just like you, I’ve been brought to this place against my will as well. It appears we’re stuck here for the time being.❞ 

it’s easy to pretend that he didn’t notice the stranger’s hand reaching out to pet his head, but not so much at the clenching pain in his chest.  

“shouto... todoroki.” the name rolls off of his tongue naturally, finding it rather familiar. it almost as if he’s been calling that name for over a thousand times now. as if he’s known shou--todoroki for his entire life and grown accustomed to his voice and mannerism. like a puzzle piece that actually fits. yet he doesn’t know or understand why. 

 friends. they’re good friends. good friends who doesn’t hold back from touching each other casually, he presumes. “is that so?” his voice is small when he asks, although the question is mostly directed to himself. how on earth could he find himself in such friendship when in his entire life he’s only known stinging words and bruises blooming under his skin?

anyway, he shouldn’t worry his friend.

My Hero Academia the Movie: “The Two Heroes” trailer!

“Oh, i’m quite sure! I’ve been waiting for a person to be my roommate for over three weeks. It got to the point where i wondered if there would be anyone to share the apartment with.”

To yui’s credit there was only the barest hint of her lips twitching upwards as she set down the two plates of food. The muffins would find themselves settled into a cloth lined basket and between them.

“in fact i may have gone a little over the top in trying to make a breakfast suitable to greet you. I hope you aren’t allergic to onions or need to live a gluten free life style. I tend to cook a little more than need be.”

A pitcher of tea was set down next and Yui settled at the table, feeling.. refreshed despite it all.

Perhaps it might seem a little odd, but she delighted in the fact that her new roommate seemed to avoid eye contact. Not out of any feelings of malice, rather in knowing her roommate more than likely wouldn’t be invading her room any time soon!

She wanted a roommate all along, but the first idea of joy did have some worry on what type of person she might be living with had been wiggling about a little bit..

three weeks?? izuku had lived in his apartment for months now. is it possible that he could’ve drunkenly signed for a lease here?? but he hasn’t been drinking lately... at least not enough to intoxicate him to the point of blackout drunk. at this point his head feels like it’s about to explode from being so clueless about everything.

...or maybe that’s just his hunger talking.

and izuku being izuku, he follows his stomach and sits down on the dining chair. salivary gland aching at the variety of food before him. “t-thank you for the food,” he manages to retain the last bit of his manners before he shoved a muffin into his mouth. a whimper nearly slipping out of his lips from how good it tastes.

A trace of recognition can neither be seen on Izuku’s face nor his response and for a second, Shouto is convinced that he must have mistaken the guy for his friend out of sheer desperation. But no. He knows Izuku. He roughly knows every physical aspect the shorter hero has from the exact arrangement of freckles scattered endearingly on his face to nearly every single scar he was subjected to in severe combats thanks to his disregard for his own well-being. It’s hard for Shouto not to memorize every little detail when they used to see each other almost day by day but this is probably something most people would be embarrassed to admit.

Perhaps he notices too much about his friend but that’s neither here nor there.

❝You hit your head?❞ Shouto repeats the other’s presumption. He feels his fingers twitch in instinct to reach out and touch Izuku’s temple as a familiar manner of comfort but then he immediately reminds himself that the guy can’t even remember him. If Izuku isn’t pulling his leg here and has truly forgotten about him due to a head injury, then what is he left to do?

❝Ah.❞ Shouto bumps the side of his fist against his open palm, an idea striking his mind. He reaches out to squeeze Izuku’s shoulders and without a word, he knocks both of their foreheads together— not too hard but enough to sting. 

❝Do you remember me now?❞ He keeps his hands on his friend’s shoulders and stares at him with almost too much intensity. 

for a moment, izuku dreads the stranger’s reaction. is he mad? sad? the boy’s... lack of facial expression makes it a little difficult to discern the possibilities. and now that he has a better look at him, izuku suddenly feels a pang of guilt in his chest. should he just laugh it off and say ‘just kidding!’ instead?

“y-yeah. actually, i don’t know. i barely remember anything.” his fingers are clenching on the hem of his gray hoodie as he replies. it’s partly his nerves controlling him, but there’s also the frustration as well. tightening his jaw and making a crack in his voice. “i woke up in my? bed today, my entire body hurting. i remember fighting a villain. but everything else is a blur.”

the worse part is, he can’t even contact his mother. his anchor in times of chaos. the only person that he remembers. 

the sudden grip upon his shoulder clears his mind of the negative thoughts that clouded over it, and izuku instinctively stiffen. what is this person doing now? his verdure hues looking upon mismatched ones, puzzlement evident in his gaze. he doesn’t look angry or sad... more like he discovered something to cure him of his memory loss.

...which turns out to be a good ol’ headbutt on the forehead??

fortunately, izuku was too taken aback to screech out in pain. instead he just touched his forehead with his palm, tears stinging his eyes. “w-why did you do that???” he’s genuinely curious--and maybe slightly annoyed. 

Yui stared at the door.

and stared some more.

The young woman had come close to giving up hope that one day she might awaken to a roommate to call her very own. But here and on this morning the door was shut.

That meant there was a person sleeping behind that door! That she had a roommate!!

Yui covered her mouth to stifle the eager giggles and at once slipped over to the stove. She’d need to prepare them the best breakfast she possibly could to help them settle in!!

In no time there was a pan of muffins slipped into the over, with some simple sugar.

The stove top had the burners flicked on and the dicing of potatoes and onions filled the kitchen as bacon began to cook and curl in a pan. Hopefully Yui would have everything done and nothing her possible friend might be allergic to.

Careful hands made sure there was a good ratio of potatoes and onions on each plate before sliding two freshly fried eggs onto each mound!!

Yui looked up as the door opened and flushed at the sight of the male before clearing her throat. She needed to do this! make a good impression!!

“my name is Yui Komori, And… i’m your roommate.”

No.. this was not by any means his mother!! Besides the golden hair there was the wide, cotton candy pink eyes peering at him.

Her voice was softer, more timid. As if she expected to be sneered at, fussed at. Her shoulders were coming up to shield herself, watching him!!!

verdure hues gaze at the smaller figure before him with trained caution. she doesn’t look dangerous... but izuku from all people know better than to underestimate her from her looks alone. there are beautiful, frail-looking villains who could blow an entire block of the city if they wanted to. 

and to be quite honest, he’s kind of starving too... the sweet smell coming from the pan behind her doesn’t help his situation at all. focus, izuku. focus!!

“...wait, roommate? i don’t remember having a roommate?” izuku may be forgetful at times, but he wouldn’t forget having a roommate that easily, would he?? “a-are you sure about that, miss?” and plus, who thought it’ll be a good idea to assign him a roommate of the opposite sex?? izuku can barely look at a girl in the eyes! 

then, in that moment, his stomach decided to commit the highest form of treachery; growling out loud.

Entertaining strangers’ prying curiosities concerning the burn scar flawed on his face is the least of Shouto’s priorities, and yet he still finds himself backed up in a corner by his classmates whose names he still has yet to commit to his memory. Even with his dismissive answers, they still insist on spending their time in his space as if they have all been friends for a long time. Annoyance pricks Shouto’s skin but he doesn’t allow it to surface on his face.

However, his attention is soon whisked away the second he catches a pair of kind, doe eyes. The very same pair of eyes that he knows all too well for him to just look the other way.  Shouto turns his head from his companions to catch sight of him.

Izuku?

Shouto isn’t quick to believe he’s seeing his friend. Has he gone so desperate for a familiar face that he has started to visualize them in pursuit of easy comfort? Amid a story his classmate is telling him, Shouto brushes past them without a word— his mismatched eyes trained exclusively on the guy he’s known for years. He could feel stares fixated on his back but he couldn’t bring himself to care enough about what they think at the moment. He’s still trying to determine whether or not he’s just seeing things.

Even as he stands in front of Izuku, a string of possibly appropriate reactions swarms his mind but not a single one pushes past his lips. He opens his mouth, then closes it. He probably looks like an idiot just standing there, staring down at who he still has yet to figure out if it’s truly one of the two people he trusts the most or if it’s just but a mere figment of his imagination.

Finally, he pushes out a response but it comes out lamer than he initially wanted it to.  ❝Izuku… you… you’re here. Hello. Hi.❞

the things that izuku could observe from the stranger is as following, within order; 1. he has a burn scar on his left eye?? 2. his eyes and hair are different colors from each other?? how cool is that? 3. he’s... kinda good-looking. attractive, maybe.

and 4. he knows his name?? and kept staring at him?? 

“y-you know my name?” comes out before he could bite his tongue. izuku internally winces, hoping to whatever god’s out there that this person isn’t that close to him to actually be hurt by his question. wait, if he called him by the first name, that doesn’t sound good... could it be he’s a close friend?

his hand finds perch upon his nape as he tries to squeeze out another response. “i-i mean. yeah. somehow i woke up in here instead of home.” cue nervous laughter. “i don’t remember much of what happened... i probably hit my head hard, huh?”