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Oh no, he's puppy eyeing him behind his regular glasses seeing as Hizashi was out of costume this once, the blond's bottom lip sticking out slightly as he pouted and a hand placed over his paperwork to keep him from filling out the remaining report.

"Mi amor." Oh no, Spanish was being broken out—he wanted something before Enji could brace himself, Hizashi leaned forward over the desk and pressed his own hands together like he was praying, "Is it too much to ask for half a day with you tomorrow as a birthday gift?" The blond asked so sweetly as if his tongue were dipped in honey while taking the gamble.

Oh, here it goes again.

Blinking as the sentence he'd been reading was covered by a nailpolished hand, Enji's first instinct is, as always, to grimace, brow knitting as his gaze rises to his fellow hero.

"...Seems a little short notice," he replies dryly. A common back-and-forth between the pair of them, with Yamada trying his level best to see what his flirting would get him, and Enji stonewalling... as far as was appropriate to keep up their current dynamic. "And odd to ask now. Didn't realize you were so impatient for my attention that you wouldn't wait to see where I was taking you."

Odd, for what tabloids would argue was just an affair. Not in the legal sense-- Much as it still pained him to think of, the split did leave him open to such a thing. Even if he hadn't exactly been advertising that when Yamada first propositioned him. But to have something in mind elaborate enough that Enji would make the time to plan it out?

It's covered in blood, but with Chizome, that's relatively normal. He's quite proud of himself.

are you fuyumi's type - open

"Was this even in question, Chizochan...?"

this took so fucking long that she's all ur getting. sorry, enji/mic/surge stans!!!!

blank under the cut <3

"By experience you should know that's true already. If you remember the... Mr. Smiley incident."

He grimaces. It's not a situation he recalls fondly.

Tundra would present Fuyumi with a snowball-size snowman, only the head had hair styled like Fuyumi's, with bits of a red leaf for her streaks, and bits of twigs to make her glasses with the lenses represented by a layer of ice.

"My Quirk is mainly ice, but it's evolved to include snow too, and I don't have as much practice, it should be safe until you can get it to a freezer...my name is Tundra, by the way."

"Nice to meet ya! This is really well done, thank you so much...!"

Oh, goodness, what would her family say, if they saw this in the freezer? Normally that wouldn't be a concern, but it is summer, and cold treats were being kept on hand...