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this is an independent, private, and selective   tamaki amajiki  of  my hero academia. 

welcome to my blog  !  my name is ash  !  currently early 20s and use she/her pronouns. i’ve been roleplaying for about ... gosh, ten years now. below, you will see my carrd — my rules and about are popups on my theme, but for those who are mostly mobile, the rules are listed there  !

im currently working full time, but im hoping to be able to return to school soon for some form of computer degree. still figuring stuff out  ! 

im central standard time, so please keep that in mind when private messaging me  !

“Thinkin’ about what again? Didn’t catch that.”    //   @fatgumtm​

       ugh.   he   had   already   felt   awkward   for   the   request,   feeling   bad   for   pushing   the   hero   to   a   certain   area   simply   for   a   craving.   part   of   him   wanted   to   shrug   it   off,   state   that   he   had   said   ❛    nothing   important.   ❜

      that   would   be   the   plan   if   he   didn’t   already   know   that   fatgum   would   simply   push   for   a   response.

      eyes   slide   away   from   the   pro,   already   gripping   the   edge   of   his   hood   and   pulling   it   a   tad   lower.  

“Well I suppose it does look a little cool.” The detective muses, looking at the fireworks for a moment before watching the handover to the uniformed officers. Once he was sure the villain was in custody and the trade off went smoothly before looking at the other. 

“Good job today.” 

       ❝    i   suppose   its   the   little   things   sometimes.   ❞    he   glances   up   at   the   sparkles   that   are   the   only   lingering   remnants   of   a   battle   already   won.   his   own   gaze   flickers   over   as   fat   gum   waves   and   starts   discussing   something   with   the   other   officers   for   a   moment,   leading   him   to   shifting   on   his   feet   awkwardly   —   arms   gently   wrapping   around   himself.  

      at   the   positive   affirmation,   he   gently   nods,   glancing   at   the   other   quietly.  

      ❝    thank   you   ...   i,   um.   i   appreciate   it.   ❞    a   nod   and   he   starts   fiddling   with   the   loose   thread   of   his   cape,   a   breath   escaping   his   nose.  

                    ❝ ... because friends don't eat FRIENDS. ❞