#birburnsbright

Kurai had barely been back at the dorms, except to sleep, or even in class for at least a week. He was caught up on all his classes, and made sure to get his homework when he got back at night, to finish it then since he didn’t really sleep much anyway.

However he had made sure he was back in class today. Today was special. He was already sitting at his desk when everyone else came in, however for once, he wasn’t hidden away in a dark hoodie, he was sitting in his chair, face and ears and hair and everything else completely visible. He’d finally gotten his special contacts he’d been waiting for, that helped him tolerate the light. 

@birburnsbright​ said:  “Come lie down. You look exhausted.” Shouto patted the couch, "Plenty of room here to rest a bit."

It was true, Kodai was a tad bit tired, he had been working on a new project pretty late into the night, not that it was unusual for him. Knowing the other boy, he meant that innocently enough, but well, Kodai could never help himself when it came to someone with such a pretty face.

  Trust wasn’t something given with ease, it was earned and even then there were very few on his list. Hawks was one of them, slowly climbing up the ranks the more they found each other seeking out company. The countless times he’s slept in that apartment, to put himself in such a vulnerable state was something now done with no hesitation. They seemed to find each other more often than the league did. 

  Those words scrolled messily across paper had changed all that, confusion settling deep in his bones at the confessions written in ink. It had thoughts twisting, everything they had being questioned over and over again. Being close, this close with someone who had such strong feelings had never crossed his mind. That something more than friendship lingered. 

  Of course, he decided to brush everything off, to leave the apartment he found himself standing in to be alone with raging thoughts. Until he was being pinned, so much raw emotion flashing be hide those golden eyes that shined like the sun. Like he wanted nothing more than to try and explain himself. To cut the tension lingering so heavy in the air between them. 

  The reek of alcohol, the familiar scent of whiskey had his nose scrunching in disgust has it filled the air between them. The temptation was strong, to push the paranoid bird away, right now he was to close for comfort.

                                                                                   This shouldn’t be a surprise. 

  Not when he was welcomed into an apartment any time of day, the way conversations could go on for hours even when it was a topic that was quickly forgotten later. When they felt completely relaxed in each other's presence like they had countless times before. The way those golden hues lit up, it had been obvious. So why did it now click? 

      Maybe Dabi just couldn’t wrap his head around someone liking a monster like himself. 

                                      ❝I’m not mad, I just wasn’t expecting it.❞

  Taking in the bird in a new light, the denial wasn’t there he knew that he found this one attractive. Those sharp, bright features that he held and those wings like a crimson cloud his fingers craved to rake through. But, it was something he never planned to act on. Getting close to someone, when his life could end the next day was dangerous. Almost not worth it. The pain wasn't worth it.                                                                      ❝How long?❞

  A scarred hand reached out, tilting up a chin ever so slightly too catch those eyes that seemed to do nothing but wonder.

Dabi could only grimace weakly as his back gently hit the wall of the alley, the crimson of his blood still smeared over the pale cheek. It was indeed a shitty way to start off the night, already weakened due to his previous injuries, against far too many people and with a quirk too violatile to trust it not to kill everyone in sight. Bitterness easily rolled off his tongue with each word, teal eyes trying their best to regain focus again as they stared at trebling fingers.  

❝If you came here to taunt me, just fuck off already.❞ A mutter finally left bruised lips as he raised his gaze to meet the hero’s, feeling disgustingly exposed and vulnerable in such a position. He knew what he was getting himself into ever since he began patrolling the streets, was painfully aware of the consequences of his actions. Still, he decided a long time ago that if he was to leave this world he’d do so kicking and screaming, dragging down as much scum as his body could handle and he didn’t plan on changing his goal, even if someone like Number Two here wished to stop him. He might not win an entire fight against Hawks but he could hold his ground for long enough to escape if things really did come to this. Though truth be told, he was not in the mood for their annual game of cat and mouse.

“My stamina certainly isn’t what it normally is when I’m performing. Probably the adrenaline rush of a fight, or something like that.” She really didn’t see a point in trying to argue any further. She didn’t really like lying anyways. “I’ve been about as high as a stadium, my quirk can’t really be pushed any higher than that, but I don’t think I’d have any problems.” 

It had been years since Katsuki had gone hiking in the mountains and after his mother’s suggestion to take a break, he surprisingly took her up on the offer. Lately, he had been working himself to the bone between his internship, training, and school. Even for someone as obsessed with competition as he was, he seemed to have finally reached a limit. 

He had long decided who he was taking with him on this trip. It was a no brainer, really. 

The first chance he got, he approached his best friend in the common area. “Oi, Shitty Hair,” he huffed. “Meet me at five A.M. tomorrow morning. We’re going hiking.” It wasn’t a request; it was an order. “If you don’t show, I’ll kill you,” he added with a glare. 

Since then, Izuku and all of his classmates had gone their separate ways either joining hero agencies or attempting to form their own. 

In his case, Izuku, Shouto, and Kacchan had all decided to spend their first year as sidekicks under Endeavor’s Agency until they got their footing in the pro hero world. 

During one particular mission, many heroes were gathered to rescue people from a burning skyscraper. He had just managed to get a handful of bystanders to safety before rushing into the building to grab more. 

After everyone was safe, Izuku turned his head just in time to see an old classmate in line to get interviewed by reporters. His eyes went wide with recognition. 

“...Kirishima-kun?!”