the door opened after a few knocks and sarang entered with a bow. it didn't seem like seungah was around but she had brought enough. the door closed behind her and sarang turned to face the other girls, holding up her offering. "this is my official welcome to the group. i'm pretty new myself but i'll try and help anyway, i can." she was honest, sarang wasn't really sure how she could be of help but she would try her best.

"i can also admit, it feels good to have someone new."

he doesn't look like it, but if roman could, he would happily spend the rest of his life in whisk, surrounded by the scent of freshly baked bread and the warmth he's associated with cookies. as soon as he steps into the place, roman inhales deeply with a look of pure bliss on his face. his teeth itches to have any of those sweet, decadent, pillowy goodness, and maybe, a sip of good coffee to start his day. humming to himself, roman siddles to the display, keen eyes observing the display. he needs to pick some for his staffs and pack, and some coffee, too, because half of them are caffeine addicts. roman glances at the person next to him. "what do you think i should pick?" he asks, pointing at the display, nails clicking on the clear glass. "have you tried the--the mint chocolate chip cookies? that doesn't sound, look, and smell appetizing, to be honest."

"I have my reasons," she said, though standing in the shadow of Zuko's anger, regret reared an ugly head. "I wouldn't have gone if it wasn't-" Katara halted before the word important.

It'd been important to Zuko that she not visit, but she'd blatantly disregarded his feelings on the matter, seeking out the man who'd caused them both unfathomable pain. Sleepless nights. Horrific dreams. And her own, private fear of bringing a child into a world that proved violent time and time again. It was barely a decade ago the Earth's greatest power sought to end her very existence.

And the mastermind behind such bloodletting sat in a prison so close, Katara shivered at his presence. He was in the walls, the air; in the sidelong glances from those who believed her a peasant from a peasant nation.

Shoto only flinched in surprise, not anticipating Touya being awake this early. Quickly adapting, he allowed himself to be pulled close. Rather than fighting and earning himself a punishment, he learned quickly to push down his disgust at the incestuous behavior.

Still, a shiver ran the length of his bare body as the soft rasp bounded off the shell of his ear, penetrating deep inside his ear canal, leaving no part of him safe from violation. Even if his mind could detach from the truth of the situation, some deep part of him still reacted. Perhaps the part that softly told him to throw himself through that window and join the sparkling crystals tumbling to the ground below? Would laying bloody and broken in the dirt be preferable?

Without thinking, he turned his head to catch the rough line of Touya's mouth. The kiss was robotic, nearly programmed into the youngest Todoroki's flesh. When he figured it had gone on for an acceptable amount of time he drew back. Touya's sickly warmth should have been comforting, considering how chilled Shoto felt after the heavy throes of the aphrodisiacs he consumed earlier wore off, but the fluids still dripping down his thigh left him unable to get comfortable.

she'd give the kid a break, for now at least. leaning back, sienna reached for her book bag on the ground and fished out her laptop. "what should we do for dinner tonight?" it was a given that joohwan would come over, there weren't many people that had that type of access to her home. by design. "i've found some french horror movies with subtitles, what do you think?"

Well, Kurogiri wasn't wrong about his facts. It was, indeed, Thursday. And, Shouta had seen a rainbow display of the traditional koi-shaped windsocks fluttering in various storefronts on his way to the facility, attributed to said holiday. However, the most important thing about the day escaped the nomu's mind, and that twisted a sharp dagger in the hero's heart. It showed only in the tense way his brow knitted. So bittersweet...

"You're not wrong," he responded after a moment to steel himself. Hobbling closer, Shouta placed a small cake box onto the only other feature of the room-- a painfully white table. Without a crutch to maneuver with, he actually found toting the box much easier; his new prosthetic served him well.

"But you forgot something--" Quickly backpedalling, he added, "Then again, it's been a long time since you celebrated it, so I can't exactly fault you." Scarred fingers tugged the knotted string securing the box until it came loose and he could reveal the small cake within. When he first arrived, the dessert had been intact, but it had to be investigated and deemed safe before Shouta was allowed to offer it to a patient. Now, it was sliced into cubes, making the pale blue clouds and message hard to decipher. "It said: Happy birthday."