Yamada stuck his tongue out and pulled Oboro close enough for the side of their heads to touch. “I would have ditched, but I can’t afford to miss my classes right now. The teachers would kill me. You know how they’re out to get me!”

Thankfully, Yamada hadn’t heard from his parents today- meaning he didn’t have to go home. He wasn’t entirely sure he could deal with that right now. “Yo, I heard most everyone is going to some upperclassman’s party, which means the park should be free. Wanna head over there?” He pushed his glasses back into place as he stiffled a yawn. His ribs hurt from training early, so going somewhere they could sit down and not talk with other school kids sounded nice.

oboro rested his hand on the hizashi’s shoulder, dramatically leaning his head against the blond’s as well. it was clear his friend’s energy was lackluster. there was something wrong.

“Is there anything in particular you’d like to do? I know a really nice bakery…” She’s always thinkin bout that bread. But, she’d like to know what Komori wanted to do first.

“I like the people who run it, too.”

The brief, unbearable pain that came as quickly as it left could hardly be registered before the new form took hold the both of them. Every muscle shredded, bone splintered, organ destroyed between two to be reconstructed as one. The feeling of a floating conscious, watching through the eyes of his friend, his Capo. The knowledge that he needs him, he needs his quirk, he desires to be fused to reach his goals… 

Was it worth the mental and physical toll on Nemoto? It was both yes and no. An experience one doesn’t wish on any, yet craves it with great lust. To stay if he could. Yet he wants to remain his own person. A friend to stand with Overhaul.

“Not sure exciting is the right word for this. I trust the Capo wholeheartedly with what he does, but I can feel I’m not myself. Maybe he still has a part of me in him…  or I have a part of him still in me.”

Antsy in his own clothes, his own skin, he feels like he’s suffocating in his mask. The desire to simply rip it away was powerful, and at the same the compulsive need to keep it on makes his choice clear. Fingers curl around the leathery beak for a brief moment, then pulled away and back down to his side. 

“I don’t… know how to feel.”

toya was silent for a long moment. even with his features shielded from view, he could feel the confusion in shin’s body language. the way he spoke. that selfish relatability lingered, and he sat there in an attempt to string together the proper response to such honesty. to think that nemoto, someone who was self-proclaimed as so much more important in the eyes of their master, would vocalize his inner turmoil to trash like himself spoke volumes on it’s own.

Mezo’s gaze softened as concern for his friend bubbled up. Yuga had pushed himself too far, from the looks of things. He looked like he was about to be sick. The slow response only furthered his suspicions.

“They did,” he confirmed, voice gentle. “I apologize. I should have stayed out with you.” Mezo tilted his head to the side slightly. He offered his hands out. “Can you walk? I think you definitely need to come inside.” If Yuga couldn’t walk, Mezo would be more than happy to carry him.

“  non, i’m fine, i’m fine.  “  yuga brushed a hand in front of mezo’s to order him to retract it. “  just... feeling ill.  “  he explained briefly.

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“  hey, eri ! do me a favor and cover your ears for just a second, okay ? great !  ”

            kinoko twirled into the room as confidently as if it were her own, tossing a conspicuous-looking plastic baggie with two cookies onto one end of the bed and placing herself comfortably besides it.

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