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#STARSHINC: independent, selective & private multimuse featuring izuku midoriya from boku no hero academia. other muses include: shoyo hinata, tanjiro kamado, ichigo kurosaki. written by pon, uk. oc, duplicates and crossover friendly.

as for katsuki . . . telling izuku not to follow? just what is he playing at? is it pride, or fear? concern, or arrogance? is katsuki so deluded that he would attempt to take on the league of villains by himself right after they took him? or maybe, does he realize that the situation is really bad, and simply wants to protect izuku from being caught in the crossfire?

even as he tries to parse through the information he is given and consolidate it with previous happenings, he can feel himself start to calm down somewhat. analyzing the situation in this way is helping to ground him in the moment. he can feel the adrenaline wearing off, leaving a ringing in his ears. but the calm does not last; the panic returns when izuku collapses. quickly, ryuusuke kneels to help izuku lay down on the ground. the adrenaline is definitely wearing off, which means izuku is going to become unable to move and subject to an even more intense pain very soon. the ground may not be comfortable, but laying on it will take the strain off of izuku's broken body.

"b-but, ryuu-nii-" izuku got out with gritted teeth, his breath heaving a bit as the pain set in. he's lowered down, almost biting his tongue but having the sense not to. he shuddered a little, trying to move his arms and legs and getting no further than twitches; a direct result of his injuries. "i gotta help them, we gotta save kacchan, we can't let anything else happen..." he's desperately trying, leaning into the touch to his forehead despite himself. shivering and unable to curl....or really move anymore, but he managed to tilt his head forward against his twin's palm.

"ryuu-nii." izuku started again, voice low. "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry i wasn't strong enough, and now i've gone and made myself useless again." he got out, hot tears welling up and gushing down his cheeks. forever a crybaby, unable to get them tamed. his brain moved; slower than usual but there had to be a reason why the league knew they were here. the location had been changed and only the students and staff knew where they were. so how had the league known? and what are they going to do with -

it had been quiet some time since this area of town had gotten a new bakery. sure there was the cafe that he regularly frequented, but for this side of the city to get a new bakery? oh he was glad that he finally had some free time to be able to check it out. with his job at the lounge taking up a lot of his time, he barely got out of bed before noon with how late he always stayed.

always one more song, always an encore, and while zenitsu always gave in to the crowds that came out, there got to be a point where he wanted to be able to enjoy a night where he could leave early.

for now, though, he would give a smile as he walked through the doors of the new bakery, smelling all the sweets that hit hit nose, he didn't know what all this place had to offer, but seeing as though this was the opening week of the place, it would seem that it was still bustling with customers.

good. that meant that the place was well worth his time.

In all honesty; Tanjiro was overjoyed with the amount of customers! He wasn't too sure how popular the bakery would be considering it was new. He's so happy to be sharing his family's recipes! It had been non-stop preparation and selling, but he knew it was all worth it. Seeing people enjoy the recipes that had been passed down to him made it all worth it!

"Welcome in!" He called out as he worked through the line, offering a gentle smile. It would take him a few minutes to get to the other in line, giving Zenitsu a chance to see what was available. Tanjiro prided himself on having a fresh rotation daily, selling until he was out of stock. Thankfully he's still relatively well-stocked up, a combination of sweet and savoury in the attempt to cater to everyone. In terms of sweet, he had some cookies and slices of chocolate cake he'd iced himself that morning. For savoury, fresh bread was lined up at the back of the counter with free samples in easy reach, a combination of milk bread and sourdough. He'd managed to get some sausage rolls ready for that morning with some cheese straws.

This part of the city, while not so bad during the day, is not the safest in the evening. Growing up, he'd been told to avoid it entirely, and, even now that he's grown and able to defend himself, he still avoids lingering here longer than necessary. Tonight he is just passing through, going from his gym to a hotel where he planned on spending the night, with no expectation of stopping.

Then he hears a bit of a commotion before he rounds a corner and sees it. His first thought upon observing the particular tattoo stylings of the people is that he ought to alter his route. However, his eyes are on the group long enough to notice that one of the four is clearly not a part of whatever gang scuffle Inosuke had previously assumed the scene to be.

And, just like that, his feet are approaching them directly. As he gets closer, he picks up a few more details. He had been right in thinking the fourth person isn't with the others. The man looks not at all thrilled to be in this situation, and the other three are saying some vague threats while one is waving around a pocket knife.

"Hey," He starts, forcing himself in between the fourth man and the one that seems like the most immediate threat (the knife guy, obviously). "There some kinda problem here?"

The trio of thugs look him up and down, obviously assessing whether it's worth escalating things now that it's not three-against-one. Inosuke makes sure to stand at his full height to make it clear that he can and will take them all on at once. The woman of the group scoffs, but sets a hand on knife-guy's shoulder and whispers something too mumbly to make out. Whatever it was seems to make the other two drop their hostilities and bail, though not before spewing a few more rude comments.

Tanjiro wonders idly how he got himself in this situation.

It was absolutely his fault for not researching the area first; just blindly following his map app as he headed to a grocery store. It didn't take him long to realise this area might not be the best; not like the safe hustle and bustle of where his bakery was located...but he realised he'd ran out of sugar. He couldn't serve tea and coffee without sugar! He'd be to busy in the morning preparing the products to get it in the morning. This naivety had landed him in some sort of altercation and he can't help the sigh of relief when he's rescued.

「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts.  」    

The winter time could be harsh time, even in the best of conditions. He had wandered around the training compound, seeking his own spot to get warm ( preferably in front of a fireplace ) when he saw a familiar head of green hair sitting ( and still shivering it seemed like ) in front of said fire place he had sought out. It was one of the few in the compound and he had learned was always crowded with people but not tonight. He would blink as he gently stepped closer, a blanket already wrapped around his shoulders from a passerby who gave it to him. "Izuku-kun?" He would blink as he spotted him, remembering him from the selection trails.

Had time really passed just like this? Izuku blinked in the colder air, having wandered from the Butterfly Mansion to the training grounds. While he wasn't planning on training, per se, he was eager to read his text on forging in front of a fire as he began to shiver.

Ignoring the cold, Izuku almost jumped about a foot when he's called out to by name, green orbs soon meeting the other. "Oh, Tanjiro-kun...!" A blink as some blanket is wrapped over his shoulders, exhaling in relief at the warmth. "Thank you..." As his shivering started to subside a little; at least enough to reduce the hard shuddering into trembles of his fingers.