#clusterchucks

the support lab looks as chaotic as always. katsuki sidesteps past a pair of students on the ground, half-scowling at the mess around them - but seeing as he vaguely recognised them, he doesn't care enough to snap at them, pressing further.

he scans the environment. when his eyes catch a glimpse of an unfamiliar face, bad blond with black streaks through hair, he paces over.

❛ oi. ❜ in a support student's environment, katsuki knows a little better than to challenge them with any sort of intense attitude - but apparently this attitude's enough to ward the others away from approaching the bakugou, the boy in question swiftly taking a seat on a cleared desk. or table. he didn't pay attention. ❛ you're the transfer, huh. ❜

a pause. he wants to see if what he's heard rings true, so he gets comfortable.

❛ been told you know a thing or two around gear, and i got an issue with one of my gauntlets. reckon you can recalibrate it 'n get it over with? 'cause i ain't sending the entire damn thing to the support company. ❜

Daylight shone through the windows, openings in the walls lighting the room around them. The heat of the sun and day almost made the archangel move the fabric to cover it. Adjusting his linen and writing case, Gabriel watched Abraham's arms graze over the small kitchen space. Mustard plant - not something the human had easy access to, to the side of the carcasses. The smell was interesting - the molecules, rather than the sum of all of it's parts. He was told to respect the local customs.

Radiant eyes had been observing quietly, not keen to interrupt Abraham's focus. The archangels had visited to bring news to Abraham and his wife Sarah, both very important. Gabriel had no duty here, he simply wanted to accompany them. Raphael and Michael to the outside, likely talking with Sarah.

                     Red makes its way onto Eddie's round cheeks. A bashful blush even though he was the one that started it. Was he flirting ? Maybe ... yes.       ❝   At the very least I am stating the truth ,   ❞       he tries to play it off cool and bites his lip. Is it working ? He's less worried about the flirting part and more worried about not making a complete and utter fool of himself.    ❝   But seriously , you do look good today. Family in town or a date or something ?   ❞ 

@clusterchucks

rain sighs at the group that is gathered in her living room yet again, but allows him to lead her towards the kitchen. she really doesn't mind them using the living room, even if she knows they aren't doing anything good, but did they have to make such a mess of the place?

"you're all cleaning that up." she makes sure to say, before door is closed behind her, and it's just the two of them.

but, of course, he's having trouble with the guy he's teamed up for this.

the main issue was figuring out what his entire deal was. katsuki can't tell if his upperclassman has hit a metaphorical brick wall in his studies or he's legitimately questioning his reasons for being here - and it's not like he's getting any clear answers. [ how hard can it be to do hero shit with an upperclassman, he asked about two weeks prior. apparently: that was a challenge to the universe. ]

❛ cut the bullshit and speak straight, storm cloud, ❜ comes his biting remark. looking up into dusty purple, crimson sparked alight with a newfound challenge, he pushes into his upperclassman's personal space. ❛ i ain't getting a shitty mark just 'cause you're dragging your feet along and can't keep up. ❜