#dualdreamt

Edit: nyall can rb this !!

He can be rather messy when he loses. Depending. Usually he’ll always want a rematch, so it’s never really over as I said. But if he thinks it was unfair, he’ll complain as much. But eventually he transitions to adaption over wallowing. When he was younger, Wuya had to drag him out of wallowing in self-misery a lot more often. But he bounced back faster as time passed. Nowadays, he might not even accept a loss (a loss insinuates that there’s some kind of immovable barrier in his way! ha! laughable he says! laughable!!), and just disobey rules to take what he wants, or accept it graciously, if he had enough fun in the effort, and move onto the next impulsive goal of millions.

     “ w-what do you mean?” guilt laces his words, his heart thudding painfully in his chest at the other’s words. he had absolutely no idea where this was coming from - had no idea what he’d done to hurt him - and the lack of understanding only reinforced the feeling of shame that burned in his throat. he reaches out tentatively, as if he were to shatter the other or frighten him away with the slightest movement if he were to move too harshly, reaching out to gently grab the other’s elbow, forest eyes already glistening with tears. “ did... did i do something to hurt you?can... can we talk about it? please?”

She was stirring the oil in the pan as she cooked. Fuyumi hummed under her breath, chuckling when she heard the door unlock. "Sho! I'm in the kitchen, do you want to help me cook?" She tosses the chicken she was frying into the pan, stirring it around quickly as it browned. The oil popped, and she calmly turned the heat down a bit to save herself from the little burns it would produce. "You can cut the vegetables if you'd like... Or wash the rice?"

((Sort of? There are definitely certain songs that help me get into a certain mindset for writing, or songs that I associate with a character, but I cant write and listen to the song at the same time. I usually have to type in silence.

“Todoroki...!” Ochaco nearly whined, her face fueled with crimson rush. “You say that so calmly!” Catch her pulse rising through the roof, and her fingers forcefully at her sides so she doesn’t float herself up there as well. Dipping her head, a much quieter, “...I love you too, Shoto...” Escapes her lips, just something for him to hear alone. 

“ u-um... anyways! what do you think?” he asks sheepishly, finally trailing off. his eyes nervously meet the other’s. “ sorry, i, um... got kind of distracted, huh?”

th-thank you?