* 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝒔𝒆𝒕,

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. "

GOSSIP,     SHE  KNOWS.   just  gossip  at  this  school?   it's  a  brand  new  pot  to  sift  through  and  stir  —  unintentionally,   though  camie's  fully  aware  it's  bound  to  happen  with  a  brand  new  set  of  students  from  a  rival  school  in  town.   cliques  feel  threatened  and  those  who  aren't  fight   (  or  not  )  their  growing  curiosity  towards  the  temporary  transfers.   what  she  fails  to  grasp  just  now  are  the  looks  that  already  seems  to  be  spreading  by  bakugo's  entertaining  of  her  simple  conversation.   similarly,  others  look  to  her  in  fear.   as  if  they're like worried  for  her?   camie  almost  laughs.   imagine  that.   “   eh,   you  might  be  surprised!   i  just  hope  i  get  a  shot  to  go  against  you.   ”     perfectly  glossed  lips  pull  upward.  in  similar  manner,   her  tone  is  softer  than  usual  —  smile  more  genuine  than  practiced.   for  a  moment,  she  fails  to  imagine  how  flawed  it  even  looks.   “   could  be  fun.     besides,   i  haven't  really  got  to  see  you  in  action  before.   unless  you  count  fighting  kids.  ”

" 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. "

I had tons of fun drawing the spiky turtle girl :D

" 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. "

kaina's voice is unfamiliar in his ears, grating, like nails against his skin. it shouldn't be her that he's so close to, it shouldn't be her that he's speaking to. and it shouldn't be her telling him they'll have to wait even longer. agitation brews in the pit of his stomach, eyes cast out towards the ever-changing terrain, and he feels a bilious taste of disgust tugging onto his tongue. " no, " he concurs, shifting uncomfortably. his clothes feel suffocating. the hairs on the back of his neck bristle, and he doesn't have the means to soothe them. " i don't. "

“   good,   ”     she  eases.   at  last,  maybe  there  can  be  a  second  of  peace;   a  moment  for  kaina  to  plan.     “   look,     i'm  sorry  —     ”     kaina  momentarily  thinks  of  using  his  last  name,   before  realizing  the  public  might  catch  on  to  it.     “   —  kai.   it's  going  to  take  time  and  planning  to  get  to  him.   ”     he  adjusts  the  ball  cap  keeping  their  identity  mostly  hidden.   “   but  i  swear  to  you,  i  will  make  it  happen.   ”     anger  finally  churns  in  her  gut.   anger  and  relief  and  she's  not  sure  which  to  address  first.     “   look  at  what  the  heroes  have  done  to  you,   ”     they  scoff  lowly.     “  once  again  this  society  has  made  a  victim  out  of  their  strongest.   ”

we should have been on the same side. he bites his tongue to keep himself from talking, but truthfully, he's too tired to argue these days. there is a lack of weight on his back that he's still learning to live with, but seeing her now brings with it phantom pains; fire at his back and licking at his face. these things are not kaina's fault, but hawks wants someone to blame. he can admit this. but instead of spitting vitriol, he gives the barest bones of a smile. i'm optimistic to a fault. that feels like a lifetime ago, now. he wonders if kaina believed him then, and if he believes him now. ❝ deskwork, mostly. apparently i'm no good without bein' able to fly around, so. . . ❞ he shrugs. tries not to let that same bitterness from earlier seep into his words. ❝ maybe i can be an accountant. might pay better. ❞

" I FIND THE TIME. " she's going to have something to say about that, he knows; emi's too nosy to let that one go. still, between his caffeinated tea and impromptu naps throughout the day, he's doing enough to keep himself sustained. shōta reaches for his beer, slipping his fingers around its neck, the glass slick with perspiration. beads of water hit his clammy hand, coming as a faint relief; the air swells with humidity, flecking the back of his neck with a thin layer of sweat that his black hair sticks to. " and before you get too ahead of yourself, spare me the lecture, " he says, raising the bottle to his lips. " this is nothing i haven't heard from you before. "

Let’s get married, Eraser!

" I DON'T KNOW YOU. those are grounds enough for me to deal with you my way. " the threat saturates the thick, humid air like paint bleeding into its canvas. geten doesn't look perturbed, but the hostility in his voice is unmistakable: one misstep, and he's poised to defend the land they stand upon. " but i'll make this easy for you — tell me what i want to hear, and you might get out unscathed. why have you come here? " / @ladysnipe.