#aemulo

Mezo rolled his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair. "We have school in the morning. You need to rest," He replied, purposely ignoring Neito's sarcasm.

natsuo @ dabi @ kanashii-na ​ @xcrematedx​

Lito let out a little snort of a laugh, still holding onto the other student. Was it really good of him to be rough with an underclassmen? No. It really wasn’t- but be damned if Lito wasn’t frustrated with this little pompous jerk.

Disoriented by the fall, he takes a minute to sit up straight completely, blinking with dismay at his surroundings.

Goddammit.

“No, that’s fine. It’s all good. Don’t even worry about it.”

   Now in his corporal form, Kurogiri looks down at their captive as he gathers his bearings. How curious that he doesn’t seem worried about punishment. After all, he is surrounded by villains with varying moral compasses. 

AEMULO said:   “ well, shit. ” (natsuo, lol)

┋ 蒼炎⋙—.❝Oi, you don’t think you’re way past the “well, shit” stage, already?❞

  The villain had the snowy-haired civilian trapped between the shadows, and a handful of downed thugs who lay soundlessly on the ground -- smoldering clothes, blistered skin, and labored breathing. Natsuo had been the target of an anticipated crime, as four belligerent lowlifes had sized him up as easy prey. The hour was late, the target had been alone, and they’d observed him buying from that location, before. So they wagered that he would have plenty of money on him. They hadn’t realized, to their considerable alarm and misfortune, that they were far from the most deplorable threat that watched the civilian’s transit.

  The thugs had only begun to move against Natsuo, had their victorious boasts upon the tongue, when Dabi sent a scorching refute against their backs. The entire ordeal had only needed two or three minutes from onset to climax, and in the aftermath, Dabi sardonically commented on Natsuo’s choice of verbal assessment of it all.

  In the lowlight of the streetlamps, and with his features ruined by scars, malice, and sutures, Dabi was sure that the silver-maned stranger wouldn’t recognize him. Not as anyone outside of some bigger threat arriving on the coattails of an already-unpleasant confrontation. The sole of a boot stepped firmly upon the hand of one would-be attacker, who was forced to relinquish his grasp upon a knife. An idle grin strained at the sutures along Dabi’s jaw, as he canted his head and inquired, 

❝You’ve got a bad habit of wandering out at night on your own, man. 

                      Don’t you know these are uncertain times?❞

Hinata is pissed . Salty this , murmur that , what's up with this freakishly tall blonde ? ! He can't even put enough effort into jumping half the time !

It's almost as if it's all focused into Tsukki's attitude .

   Mirko blinks.    Her hands clasp around Chitose’s shoulders, propping her up and keeping her from just collapsing into her. She’d gotten some worrisome vibes the moment she stopped by to check on her, but man. Is this what other people have to deal with when they tell her to take a break?

   - She almost outright ignores what Chitose just said.

          “ Y’look like you’re about to drop dead , girl . “           “ And you’re flirting ? “