#causecursed

Does Aizawa ever have fun without the feeling that he should be working lingering in the back of his mind? Definitely not. But he’s having fun nonetheless, and that’s what counts, after all -- fun, and definitely not the mountains of paperwork calling to him from across the room.

Hizashi is always able to distract him, though. And make him laugh. Which is proving to be effective as always tonight.

“I absolutely could. The only reason I haven’t gotten it in your mouth yet is because you keep moving. The harder you try to catch it, the worse it seems like I’m doing.”

His brow perked looking over the small drawing that had been scribbled onto the skin of the other, his head tilted while the pen withdrew, taking a second to glance up at Mic.

"Well unless you want to be associated with the Yakuza then it is probably not the best idea...not to mention, if you want to get into an Onsen could cause a little bit of trouble..."

A shrug at his observation while watching Hizashi go about returning the doodle, but the thought did cross his mind, what if they did? perhaps in a little more unseen area as not to cause any of the aforementioned issues.

"Is that your thing? matching tattoos? cannot say I've ever thought about it..."

Slender digits wrapped tightly around the hand, slowly, there seemed to be something bothering Eraser, but whatever it was, he was a little on the reluctant side to share it, he was usually intensely private with his matters, didn't really talk to anyone or open up to anyone other than Yamada, but he didn't want to trouble the other with pointless, frivolous troubles, more or less settled on the fact he could deal with it on his own.

He didn't usually show too much affection in public, usually, his personal walls were far too high for it but when he did, it was small gestures like this, even if to show he needed some kind of comfort, but only when he desperately needed it, any other affectionate gestures were usually behind doors.

"I'd like that...do I need to wear a disguise...?"

Aizawa allows himself to sway with each jab to his ribs, but with his hands still in his pockets and staring blankly forward.

“We both wear the same thing every day. We all wear the same thing every day. That doesn't even make sense.”

Jeanist/ @causecursed said: "I'd recommend coming quietly. It'll make things easier on both of us." At least he's being polite about this inevitable capture. (Jeanist is here to make good on his promise, sorry-)

"No." As soon as the denim-clad hero approached Aizawa sprung up onto the side of the building, poised on a ledge with his quirk activated, had no intentions of being caught, even after he had called Yamada out on his bluff. "This is highly unprofessional and I suggest you cease before this situation turns around on you."

@causecursed​ / Reigen sent . . .

VALENTINE’S  APPLICATION

your  name: Arataka Reigen

your age: 28

your perfect date: I'm pretty easy-going. We could go to a nice restaurant or something, maybe see a show or something afterwards. It doesn't need to be fancy, I think it's more important that we go somewhere where we can spend some quality time together and focus on each other.

make out in private or in public?: I don't really feel like either of us are that kind of show-offy. If we ever got that far.

do you like to cuddle?: Depends on how well this application is received. Yeah.

tell me something about you: I can make a katsu curry ramen that'd totally blow your mind. Guarantee you've never had anything that good.

why do you want to be my valentine?: You got something better to do that night?

[ @dimple, obviously. you guys'll have fun-- ]

A VALENTINE’S  APPLICATION.

“I’m honestly surprised to learn you can cook something more than instant cup noodles – or that you’re even so desperate to go for a date as to shell out for a restaurant.” No mention as to the fact that no, he didn’t exactly have a booked up schedule as a ghost. Dimple could continue to prod at the other’s apparent romantic proclivities and how cookie-cutter they sounded to him, but mostly he was reeled in by the idea of well, food. It was more exciting now that he had a human body to borrow from time to time, more nuanced than what he could taste in just his usual ghostly form.

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“This is my not caring face, see? Not caring.”