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Happy Birthday!!!
considering how limited his interactions with her have been, sero can’t help but beam at the fact alone that she’s remembered something like that -- unless, of course, she’d heard one of his friends from earlier. either way, it’s touching, and he gives her a big thumbs up, his opposite hand on his hip. ❝ thanks, hatsume-chan! ❞
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“Can you not do that?”
It was way too early for this kind of shit, and Hitoshi really didn’t want to deal with it. So instead he leaned back, making a face and rolling his eyes as though that would fix everything.
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flower being placed in jirou’s hair!
❝ it feels good, doesn’t it? ❞
it’s not often they catch a break like this, sprawled out in the grass with the sun beaming down down on them -- jirou is warm all throughout, and the very tips of their pointed, elven ears blush red; only just a little.
they almost don’t feel the flowers that start being tucked into their hair, but they feel her come closer, and that little bit of blush turns into a lotta bit. how can they not grin with delight up at her? ❝ so, master of the crafts. how does it look? cool? cute? what’s the mood? lay it on me, don’t hold back. ❞
❛ --- here, here, and here. ❜ index finger trails over the back of his head, tipped forward to give her view of all the areas of the brain he’s pointing to before he sits back upright. ❛ if i get the aim right, my quirk can pinpoint all those vital locations and force the body to reset itself. pulse healing. my mom’s teachin’ me, but it’ll be a while before it really gets anywhere, i think. hard stuff. ❜
behind her, the large analog clock mounted on the studio wall ticks to mark half - past two am. denki doesn’t make any special note of this past mentally kicking himself for having royally fucked his whackass sleep schedule even further, bringing a cup of coffee to his lips just as she does with hers. if it forces her to take a break every so often, he doesn’t horribly mind providing the company --- more concerned for her wellbeing than his own, which would have remained as drastically disastrous in any other setting, given that he’d probably still be awake and tapping away at his phone in bed if not here with her.
they’d been making idle conversation up til that point as she recharges, gaining all the energy he’s steadily losing ; but every so often, even denki gets tired of the sound of his own voice. so, leaning forth with elbows draped over knees, he turns his attention to land on anything in the room he deems incomprehensible by context alone in its naked state of bolts and circuitry --- which is, conveniently enough, literally everything.
he settles for some large, seemingly half - finished ... thing in the corner, and tips his chin up to it in gesture. ❛ wassat one? ❜
♡ / @brazenflair.
"Call me dirt. I'm dirt kin"
❝ listen… i love rollin’ around in mud piles as much as the next kid, i do. but these are the muddiest hands i’ve ever seen, dude! for real! they’re caked! i think you have a problem! ❞ the first step is admitting it.
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