hey, hey!

      shōto’s eyes turn colder without his meaning to when senpai makes the comment about how his scar doesn’t detract his attractiveness, but all he can hear now is ( “the children, they’re… like him more and more every day. and shōto… his left side. sometimes i look at him and hate what i see.” ), and he can vaguely understand why his scar could help ( because the left side of his face is ugly. because his mother couldn’t bear to see his appearance to look like endeavour’s, so she permanently changed it. ). ‘ … in a way, ’ he says as an answer, to not be rude, but he’s honestly unsure if she would notice the change in attitude. 

    SHE NOTICES WHEN HIS demeanor shifts to the defensive. She had a hunch that scar would be a sore spot for him emotionally, and given his usual behaviors, he probably had a few of those.

    “ HMM? WHAT WAY DID YOU think of? ”

    NEJIRE KEEPS UP her casual demeanor, though she noticeably seems to have softened a bit as she inquires his own thoughts and doesn’t bombard him with so many words and questions. Still, she should keep things light so he doesn’t feel worse. 

Overhaul was not a sociable person - even less a person of small talk. However, he did open exceptions if necessary, and Hadou would certainly be one of the selected few. He had been training the girl to succeed him ever since becoming Capo, making sure their ideal would live even if he or Hari would not be the one to complete it. So, when the girl began her usual conversation whil he compiled research notes, the boss for once did not complain. 

“It’s of your concern when to wear it, not of the subordinates. If it bothers you, I can send them a  reminder of how they should respect my heir better.” Kai kept gis gaze down in his notes, transcribing numbers and results even if his attention still lingered in his apprentice’s words. “As long as you wear it on the important occasions, I don’t think it’s an issue, Nejire.” 

“If it’s an issue to your quirk, we can try to modify the design to fit you? That’s how I originally made mine.”  

    SHE SWUNG HER LEGS BACK IN FORTH as she sat in her chair at an relaxed, slow pace as she filed through her own pile of documents before her. Nejire lets out an amused chuckle at his response. She expected no less, really. Overhaul’s seriousness when he humored her was funny in it’s own way.

    “ NO, THERE’S NO NEED FOR THAT, I’m not bothered!! I already know a couple of them think I just don’t take things around here all that seriously, but if I didn’t, I’d be in their position instead of here. Weird how they never think of that, isn’t it? I think it’s strange! I like wearing it to those occasions too! Makes it feel more significant, but it’s a shame it’s not the most practical accessory. ”

    NEJIRE LOOKS UP FROM HER PAPERS when he offers for a modification, a bit surprised.

                   ❝ I can that without a problem! ❞  

excitement bubbling inside of him the redhead can’t up but grin up towards Nejire as she speaks up. tearing things up was something he’d always wanted to do no lie man! at the same time he doesn’t know what will happen really. the staff could say no, or even worse just stare at them, and limit how much they could ruin the place. then again she was a third year, so he was trusting her for everything really considering both of them were pumped up for this.

hearing her laugh after the loud thump of his fists hitting together has him smiling widely towards her. sheepish laughter bubbling upwards he can’t stop himself from feeling proud about it really. it’s nothing special to some, but to him it meant that he was at least in control of his quirk, and was willing to display his excitement. thankfully enough he was more then used to talking, or taunting someone just a enough in the middle of practice if he wanted to, but it’s not often that it happens really didn’t mean he wouldn’t try though!!

                   ❝ wait…WHAT!? ❞  

one minute he’s up ahead from her, and the next? the next he’s apparently looking at Nejire’s back as she uses her quirk not getting derailed by that at all he picks up his pace to make sure that he’s at least able to keep up with her. listening, but  all things considered he doesn’t pay too much mind to this little race once Nejire ends up calling out to the U.A teacher slowing down until he’s spotted her coming back he picks up on the excitement that’s rolling off of her in waves in his eyes. they got the okay? they seriously got the okay! there’s disbelief settles in him for a moment, but that’s interrupted by him stopping, and staring wide eyed, but excited like a madman.

                   ❝SERIOULSY!? ❞  

    ASKING REALLY NICELY AND asking too quickly and cutely for them to say no were practically the same thing. She didn’t doubt Kirishima would be just as adept at doing so as she was, but it looks like she’s just plain faster!! Ideas of all the similarities between them and the things Nejire could teach him suddenly burst into her mind, as if it wasn’t already buzzing rapidly enough with the excitement of training together. The likelihood that they’d really destroy the place was almost a guarantee at this point; Nejire was guilty of doing so on more than one occasion, but going against someone else with that kind of strength stopped being an option by her second year at UA because of how strong she had gotten. 

    THAT WAS ANOTHER REASON WHY she wanted so badly to go against Kirishima today if she was totally honest. His debut story impressed her quite a deal, and she was beyond curious about their quirks together, though she also wanted them both to be able to improve from something like this with all her heart.

    SHE LAUGHS OVER HER SHOULDER upon hearing his shock, and bounces and waves at him. She was going to surprise him in all sorts of ways today! She nods excitedly when he asks for confirmation.

    “ SERIOUSLY!! TOLDJA WE’D BE FINE if we asked really nicely!!! Hey, you thought you were gonna beat me to it, didn’t ya?! Betcha did!! Hey, you better still be sure you wanna go against me!! I’ve got more tricks than that up my sleeve, ya know?? Cementoss is gonna take care of things if the place gets too wrecked!! ”

    SHE SWEARS SHE HEARS Cementoss sigh or wince behind her when she says that. She gives a sheepish laugh and puts her hands together like a prayer, hoping to not lose permission. Her energy hadn’t come close to dying down though, and it’s evident in her voice.

         unbeknownst to her, this meeting is more       than the USUAL fair – a test of sorts, yes, a-       nd a symbol. the image of a man passing d-       own the olympic torch is invoked, keeping t-       he BRIGHT flame of the strongest remaining       yakuza organization alive.

         the next holder should be her.                                  she was raised for this.

         he is already standing when he hears her       knock. his  p a c i n g  of the office allows for       that – and mere moments after her signature       knocking, latex covered hands unlock the door       from the inside and click the handle. he gestu-       res toward their seats in the room, as per USUAL,       before turning and sitting down in his own chair.

         “ remember to lock the door behind you. “

         it’s something he says habitually, now – he kn-       ows she’ll remember to do it every time, and she       knows he’ll remind her. it’s their TRADITION.

         “ today is rather special, nejire. i’ve got some G-       OOD NEWS for us all, and i thought i’d share it with       you before anyone else – it inevitably affects you       more than them, after all. “

    SHE GLANCES AT HIM STILL WEARING HER SMILE, perhaps a bit more chipper than the one she showed the guard outside out of respect for her superior, and walks in without hesitation. A small hum-like giggle leaves her as he mentions for her to lock the door while she was already in the process of doing so. He was such a stickler for things being in order. She finishes locking it quickly and takes a seat in front of his desk, still easy-going as ever.

    “ OH? I’M HAPPY TO HEAR IT. ”

    SHE RAISES HER EYEBROWS AT THAT, and as it so often is, curiosity becomes written across her face. That surprised her. It was still not all that unusual for news to reach her of Chrono before it reached the others, but how would it affect her more? Rather, perhaps the more appropriate question would be what kind of good news that strongly affects her would come about that she failed to notice herself?

    “ ...IT AFFECTS ME MORE? Does this have to do with our supply? Is this a new assignment? Has our business expanded? ”

‘ i don’t want to hear it. ’ does shoto know that there are rumors about him? of course. he’s not thick. but he doesn’t want any part in more insalubrious things than he already has been. he doesn’t like what he’s doing, and he doesn’t want to be doing it for profit. he’d be just as good as the heroes he hates. ‘

‘ no one is going to profit from my revenge. so if you are going to pay me, i want no part in it. you clearly know who i am (and as such have accosted me outside my place of work) but i ask you to forget it and leave. i have to finish cleaning the kitchen. ’  because, as his luck would have it, strange girls like to interrupt him when he’s throwing the kitchen rubbish out.

    HE’S GOING TO HEAR IT ANYWAYS. Nejire’s expression doesn’t change when he replies coldly to her, having been raised to be professional. Maybe she should cut him some slack for that on account of still being a kid. Her smile grows even more when he keeps talking. 

    “ YEAH, YOU’RE RIGHT! No one’s going to profit from your revenge at this rate, and especially not you!! Arson’s a bummer, but hardly something worth being called payback, ya know?! Since heroes came about, repair and construction businesses have been big in business. No one actually bats an eye to that kinda crime, didn’t you know? ”

It wasn’t just that he wasn’t feeling it, but also that he just honestly didn’t understand it. Sure, it was impressive that she’d somehow managed to burn ice cream, but why try it twice? There really wasn’t a good reason for it. Though… Tamaki could admit that he was curious about it. That being the only reason he stayed, Tamaki relinquished his confusion with a sigh. He would stay and watch at the least. 

“I just… wanted to make sure…” Honestly, Nejire confused him enough times that he wasn’t sure what to expect. It wouldn’t have surprised him if it wasn’t her ice cream. He did feel a little guilty that he’d so easily doubted her, but he felt it was a fair question. “I really only- only want one scoop anyway…”

The words were muttered under his breath, surely too quiet to hear so he just accepted that he was getting two scoops. She was still pouting at him though, so Tamaki shoveled some ice cream into his mouth so he could use his quirk with it faster.

    NEJIRE EASED UP ON THE POUTING and glare when he started chowing down, and started to dig in to her own ice cream with an easy, cherry expression again on her face. The ice cream was cool in her mouth and just as sweet as always. She was hardly a picky-eater, so she could personally go for any flavor, though she did have a soft spot for vanilla, which was why she chose it for now. Actually, now that she thought about it--

    “ SAY AMAJIKI, DO YA THINK the outcome would be different in any way if you switch up the flavors? Hey, do ya? You want a bite of mine too to find out?! ”

    SHE SCOOTS CLOSER TO HIM AND holds her bowl up to emphasize her offer. It’d be cool if there were different effects of different flavors on his quirk, but this was mostly her excitement and earnestness talking now. Maybe she’d have to slow down for his sake.

    “ SAY, AREN’T YOU THAT HERO from online a while back? The one that got shot and lost his quirk for a while? Sounded rough! Did you ever get it back? ”