ᴺᴵᴳᴴᵀ & 𝒅𝒂𝒚,

“   HEY,     PRETTY  GIRL.   ”      she  stands  at  her  doorway,   flowers  in  her  hand  and  a  small  gift  box  in  her  pocket.   even  at  two  months,  her  heart  still  thumps  rapidly  at  the  sight  of  nemuri.   immediately,  butterflies  hit  her  stomach  and  the  pro-hero  feels  only  slightly  weak  in  the  knees.   “   happy  two  months.   i  –   got  you  these.   i  hope  you  like  them!  ” / @plurarity

" EMI. " her voice, so soft at the sight of the gift gripped between her fingers. she feels her heart lurch forward, stomach twisting into knots, and her body moves before she can think, bending down to hook her arms around emi's body, pressing glossy lips directly against her cheek. " you remembered! baby, you shouldn't have. you know i love flowers. "

"   HOW  LUCKY  IS  THIS,   HUH?   "    she  jogs  up  to  him  in  the  hallway,   sparing  a  few  little  waves  and  smiles  to  his  squad  before  they  dissipate.   hands  fold  behind  her  back,  fawn  eyes  landing  upon  him  —  though  she  still  doesn't  understand  the  weird  looks  she  gets  when  talking  to  him  so  casually.   the  fit:    shiketsu  issued  skirt,  top,  and  hat.   mascara  and  lip  gloss:   shiseido  brand.   blush:   some  western  company  with  the  brand  name  long  worn  off  from  the  cover.    the  shoes:   onitsuka  tiger.   "   shiketsu  sent  over  a  few  students for the semester  to  see  how  the  school  could  learn  from  ua   ...   shame  i  won't  be  in  your  class,   but  i  hear  we  might  be  training  together  soon! totes rad, right?  " / @plurarity > bakugo.

THE SCENE AT HAND: fingers shoved into the pockets of low-hanging pants, hunched over, scowling. if looks could kill, the pack of students onlooking warily at the unfolding sight would be six feet under by now. saccharine eyes bore into them like two bullets and, what with his quirk and all, that metaphor wouldn't be too far off. he slows his walking just barely enough to be noticeable for camie to catch up already. though barely patience, the shocking reservation towards shiketsu's pupil would certainly elicit a gossip he doesn't care to lend an ear towards. all talk and no action. it's always the same. " whatever. " his tone is biting, though not nearly as dagger-sharp as it typically is with his other peers. he's close enough to smell her perfume, and something about that makes his gut twist into the most agitating knot. " as far as i'm concerned, this just gives me new pricks to crush. "

Usagiyama Rumi ✩ Mirko, the No. 5 Hero

"   I  DON'T  HAVE  TIME  FOR  IDLE  CHATTER,   KOKU.   "      bony  fingers  type  furiously  away  at  the  laptop  on  the  floor  before  them.   index  finger  traces  over  the  braille  display,   taking  the  moment  to  inhale  the  scent  of  their  fellow  leader.   though  despite  their  initial  annoyance  at  his  prescence,   an  interruption  would  be  welcome  —  if  they  were  being  genuine.    "    did  re-destro  send  you?   " / @plurarity > trumpet.

" WHENEVER DO YA? " he's leaning against the wall, legs crossed at the ankle, observing the feverish clack of keys born of tomoyasu's hunched body. he's well aware that their agitation is only a superficial construct, not so much as the lopsided smile on his own lips, faint and amused. ever the prickly one, they are. " just little old me, making sure you're not straining yourself again. don't tell me that you're disappointed. "

"   DO  YOU  THINK  HE'S  RIGHT?   "    tomura  sits  at  the  bar.   chin  rests  in  one  hand  while  the  other  scratches.   nails  dig  into  her  neck.  once.  twice.   thrice.   her  leg  bounces  with  anxiety  and  irritation  against  the  stool  she  sits  upon.     "   he  patronizes  me...  thinks  i'm  a  failure.   " / @plurarity > kurogiri.

" CRITICISM IS OFTEN THE GENESIS OF GROWTH. " tongues of mist lap along its edges, a break in the void fixed upon shigaraki like two piercing eyes. his voice, low and rolling, is a contrast of his company's, hoping to quell the agitation sharpening her tongue. " you're only still burgeoning, tomura shigaraki. this judgement, too, is not without its purpose. "