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       you’ve noticed the chill as you watch the small screen of katashi’s phone, the plot a bit muddled in your head as sleep begins to tug at your eyelids. you’ve almost nodded off when you feel the blanket shift to cover your arms, the warmth easing the chill from your body. normally such a thing would cause you to start, jerk awake, but you simply crack an eye open  &&  glance up at your dear friend with a small smile.

i 100000000% feel this :// sorry to hear that you had that dream love. if you need me you can talk to me <3

          surprise colors his features at how excited she seems. he’s quiet as he follows after her, taking smaller strides than usual to keep pace with the shorter girl. even as she runs ( truly excited it seems  ——  such a new view into her character ) he takes care not to walk normally, his legs quite a bit longer than her own.

          katashi can’t help but listen to her ramble with a smile. for a girl who rarely talked, she certainly had a lot to say. he wonders if it just takes finding the right topic. his bag is lightly dropped to the side of the chair across from her before he takes his place in it. he continues listening to her ( after all, it is only polite to listen and she seems so happy  ——  why not allow the happiness to extend just a little longer ? ). his smile only manages to grow as he hums quietly in agreement to her. it’s interesting for sure, learning about the different ways that genetics and quirks coincide with each other. he wonders what she had already known and tucks the information away for later. ‘ah !  ’  he shifts, gently pulling the book towards him and flipping through to the section he’d memorized by heart. ‘  here. the language used messed me up slightly. so i made a few notes about it when i asked sensei.  ’  with that he reaches down and pulls his own notebook out, flipping it to the page his notes were on. ‘  take a look.  ’

       your eyes glide over the page he shows you,  &&  you immediately see the exact issue he'd had  ----  the medical jargon practically makes your head spin as you read, glancing over it a few more times as your eyes dart between the notes  &&  the page. moments of concentration pass, brow furrowed, silence hanging between the two of you,  &&  then it clicks. you intake a small, sharp breath between your teeth  ----  turning  &&  scribbling down your own notes in your notebook.

       "  okay so  ----  all that, it's about, uhm, dominant  &&  recessive genes, right  ?  &&  how that plays into ... genetic mutations ...  "  those two words strike a cold spike down your spine, saying them aloud,  &&  a small frown places itself on your face. only a split moment passes before you urge yourself to shake it off, you'd come to accept that part of yourself  (  or, at least, accept that there was simply nothing you could do about it  ), but still, occasionally, it caught you off guard  ----  &&  could send you tumbling into a painful fall,  "  the inherited mutations can be from germ line mutations, inherited from genetic alterations that occur in germ cells ... like, uhm, sperm  &&  eggs.  &&  that can apply to the q - qu - qui - quirk factor ...  "  at this point you're simply regurgitating what you'd come to understand, your intensity dulled ever so slightly,  &&  you mutter your next words under your breath, hushed,  "  ... so it's completely random ... up to chance ...  "

          he waits, patient as she thinks things over. the last thing katashi wants is for hoshi to be uncomfortable around him. it’s not hard to see how she shies away from most of the students, always in her dorm room or in the library in a corner by herself. he’d wanted to approach her before but had found himself at a loss when she constantly turned and hid away. if nothing else, he didn’t want to make her afraid of him.

          when he notes the sudden brightness in her eyes, sees her almost vibrate in excitement, he realizes this was the right choice. a small smile tugs at his own lips as he bows his head, hair falling in his eyes. friendship always did need to start with something small. ‘  i understand. it certainly helps to get it locked away.  ’ he often had to read it aloud as well as read it and take notes. any other way seemed to make it less absorbed for some reason. he turns his head, watching to see where her finger points before nodding slowly. shifting his bag over his shoulder, he gestures with his hand for her to go first. ‘  let’s sit then.  ’

       you nod, practically darting over to your workspace  (  you realize your speed after a few steps, quickly reigning yourself in  ----  you'd forgotten how invigorating this kind of excitement was  ). as you wait for katashi to follow you sort out the slight mess you'd made, putting things in order  &&  setting down the book you'd needed next to your notebook, open to a fresh page.