#carbonhero

♡ / accepting. @carbonhero​: 🌷 !

THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT PLANTING FLOWERS THAT HAD ALWAYS BEEN A COMFORT TO SHOTO, a hobby he’d once held alongside his mother as a child, but those days were long gone & while he did his best to remember them fondly, they were tainted by beatings & burning & tears. Gardening was one of few things he remembered without that taint, without cruelty intermingled within the happiness.

❝Careful.❞ He barely gave her a second look as he uttered the words, eyes focused on the ground & her hands. ❝If you’re too harsh with it, you might rip out the roots.❞ Gently, he picked up his own plants, keeping his hands cradled beneath it securely as he lowered it into the ground, careful when withdrawing & filling in the area around it with soil.

FOR ALL HE WERE A SOCIAL BUTTERFLY KATSUE TENDED TO BE AVOIDANT OF THE HERO COURSE, aware that his cousin was a member of Class 1-A in specific & his personality had always out-shadowed his own, always shone through & left Katsue with a struggle to make friends when he was so different from Katsuki, when people had always preferred him. It was also a worry of Katsue’s that perhaps he may be mistaken for Katsuki, that someone may take out their anger towards his cousin on him.

( it had happened once, in middle school. someone angered by his cousin had hurt katsue & left him afraid & sobbing & bragged about it the next day, only to realise it hadn’t been katsuki at all & since then he had gone through the effort to change his hair to look separate — no one had ever paid attention to the difference between their eyes, amethyst purple against crimson red. calm against cruel. )

It was easier, being in the general education course, because people had the time to get to know Katsue before his cousin had made his appearance as an arrogant idiot during the sports festival, no one had assumed he was much like Katsuki because they knew he wasn’t already — even if they barely knew him at all.

“Right on time, kid. I got work for ya.”

The usual greeting to his workers erupts from his signature bear radio, as it slightly shakes from the sheer volume. It’s Salmon Run time again, which means hours of sitting on his boat and watching these kids try (and usually fail) to collect some Golden Eggs for him.

    ❝Hey, you doing okay?❞ They don’t know what drove them to interact with this girl, Kaname was never really interested in the first years but Teru didn’t seem as... annoying as the others.

❛  listen, kid. this isn’t one of your classes --- this is the real deal. you want to help  ?  run. i got this. ❜   it was  la  bomba  --- the pro - hero gracing some of japan’s most astounding  (  and controversial  )  headlines, and just as the tabloids said, she had a rough way of speaking when on the job. ahead of them  ?  a villain that just wrecked a small bridge. she doesn’t know who this girl is, but she has  no  intention of babysitting.

send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours!

Nemuri

Kito

Aizawa

Izuku

     “Because if the mood is good, I’m okay.”

  She had been quiet ever since the class finished their training session, having secluded herself to stand staring out the hallway windows after the school day was over. Harsh words seemingly only meant to rile her up for the sparring matches had cut deeper than intended and Kasumi found herself questioning the ground she walked upon. Perhaps the hero life just wasn’t meant for her after all. Maybe this was the cosmos telling her to stop and go home. She gripped the metal railing in front of her tightly, making little indents where her joints tensed as she heard her classmate’s worried question. Teru had to have heard what they said to her, had to have seen her falter and get her ass handed to her. But even so, even with all her anxiety and doubt slowly consuming her, Kasumi reminded herself of her father’s last conversation with her about their hopeful future.