hinata shouyou

“Good,” Katsuki huffed, turning and heading towards the room the student had pointed out. “If he had, I’d have to fucking call his mother.” And he doubted he was someone Inko would ever like to hear from again. After all the shit he did to Izuku, she damn well might put him in a grave too.

Glancing back, Katsuki huffed at the kid’s nervous ticks. He was just like Izuku back then. Hell, even now. Twitchy little fucks. He even tried to be ‘nice’! “Then I don’t need you, so you can run off and stop acting like I’m going to tear your head off.” // @sunshineshou​

Shouyou suppresses a tiny squeak at that last comment and swallows. “I’m not trying to, sir.” He doesn’t want this person to hate him, so he feels a need to explain himself. “You just seemed a little annoyed and I learned that I shouldn’t make people annoyed. They don’t like that.” He can’t count the number of people that have gotten angry with him based on how he acts around them when they’re in the wrong mood. He doesn’t like when people are angry with him.

In the dim lights of the club, Shouyou danced with a man whose name he did not know. This man was a little too handsy with him, but he wasn’t allowed to make a fuss so he said nothing about the hand travelling a little too far down. Shouyou was doing alright despite this as the man had only paid for one dance and the song was almost over.  He stepped back and out of the man’s hold as the sound of jazz faded out and gave a wave, wiggling his fingers with a wink.

shouto: and why do you need to be tall?

shouto: you can eat my ankles if i'm not doing anything important

shouyou: i care not for the importance of your actions

shouyou: i will eat your ankles regardless

shouyou: thats how threats work

shouto: i'm not a titan

shouto: well if you find me just make sure i'm not doing anything important

shouyou: thats just what a titan would say

shouyou: im onto you

shouyou: no matter what ur doing im gonna eat ur ankles and kneecaps

The moment the other spoke up, Katsuki cringed, eye twitching but remaining otherwise silent. He was… trying to get better. At least he was speaking up to the point Katsuki could hear him. With his hands shoved in his pockets, Katsuki glanced back towards the classroom. So he was still inside then?

“I don’t need him. I’m here for work and if he was free I’d check up on him. Make sure he didn’t up and drown on me.” Turning back, he glanced at the stranger again. “Is he busy?” // @sunshineshou​

Shouyou just barely manages to pick up on the persons facial expression. He’d been teaching himself how to read people like a neurotypical person can, and he’s been doing pretty okay. He shrinks back a tiny amount and lowers his voice, sensing that the other might be a little annoyed at the moment. “He isn’t busy, sir. He hasn’t drowned either.”

shouto: do you even know where i am?

shouyou: i dont need to

shouyou: i'll find u