#ecliipsiing

          SILVER EYES SCANNED THE surroundings from under the hood, her head lowered as she was about to step forward into the now familiar base of the infamous organization— The League of the Villains. She hated visiting the place without informing them, but an certain situation had somehow lead to this. Knowing that she was already at the their doorstep whether someone was around or not didn’t really matter at this point and she switched her gaze back to the door instead of searching around.

          The gentle breeze hit her face as she pushed the door inwards, easily opening it but right there and then, her movements came to a halt and body froze in its place. Eyes slightly widened, but the look was soon replaced with a subtly arched eyebrow in a questioning manner as she recognized the man before her eyes. Definitely not a member of the LoV. The tense silence that hung in the air was disturbing, but the fact that he was here too— it was far more complicated than the simple fact that he had seen her visiting the League. She was surpised, by all means, but that wasn’t the important part of this encounter. Either the number two hero was betraying the League or the pros, and in any of those cases, he had a weakness, something that he wouldn’t want to get exposed. Just like herself.

            “ what a surprise, hawks. ”

With each denial his throat clenched harder, his teeth tight and clashing with one another as his fist balled to his sides. How could he talk about himself like that? Someone so strong and dedicated shouldn’t think that they are less then what try truly were.

“That's..”

Swallowing thick Kirishima took a step forward, throwing his arms to the side.

“That’s not true Senpai! 

You’re just as amazing as Mirio-san, and definitely, nothing compared to me that I can totally agree with. You are above me, your sense of dedication and courage. Someone so shy and meek that stands across the battlefield to protect those that can’t protect themselves.

If you hadn’t taken me in, given me a chance to prove myself I would have never gotten to my limit. Without your guidance and your light, I wouldn’t have realized the potential hidden within me.

You are the strongest person I know, not because of your power, not because you’re manly. But because even without feeling like you are you surpass so many things!”

                    “ april fools ! ” yu greets with a shit-eating grin, already slipping her body against the door jam so king explosion murder ( honestly.... why is he like this ) has no way to slam it shut on her. the hero takes a few seconds to snort at her own amazing prank before getting down to business. she’s here to play nurturing, supportive, guiding elder to katsuki. at least, after she complains a little. ( a lot. ) “ maybe i’d have ACTUALLY brought you spicy curry if you paid me some respect. you think you can just ignore me and intern for blue jeanist ?! AND LEAVE ME WITH THAT LITTLE PERVERT BOY ?! ”

Protective Starters

Anonymous said: "Stand behind me." [ from hawks @ecliipsiing​ ! ]

hawks, begrudgingly: nice.

       The cherry blossoms are starting to fall. 

       The weather has been warm for a few days now – maybe a few weeks, if she’s being honest and she remembers correctly. Through a few passing storms, the sun has started to break through and the blossoms that were small just a short while ago are full now – open, surrounded by little beds of green, some of them shaken loose by the Spring breeze so that leaves can take their places on the branches that fan out over campus. How strange, she thinks, to have moved into dorms such a short while ago and to know that there isn’t much time left, is there? Before things will change again. 

       Nejire remains where she is – lying out in the soft grass, her gaze fixed on the branches overhead as her fingers play gently with the petals in her hand. There is a smile on her lips, but perhaps that is because her lips feel more comfortable in a smile than they do any other way. In any case, there is only one person here with her and Tamaki wouldn’t be able to see if her eyes held the warmth of her grin or not from this angle, could he ? 

       ( is it a lie? when she doesn’t know what she’s hiding – if she doesn’t know if she’s hiding at all? has she ever worn her heart anywhere but stitched onto her sleeve? 

       it’s just – it feels at odds. the quiet warmth of the afternoon against the thoughts that she cannot turn off, no matter how much she longs to. how she keeps seeing Mirio’s face, and hears Eri’s voice, and the weight of a ticking clock. how she thinks of Tamaki and how she can’t stop noticing how strong he’s gotten, how he’s striding forward. mostly she thinks of them – all of them, together. late night practices, early morning exams, talking to first year students. every mistake and stumble. every accomplishment. the first time they’d met and how, in this moment, she worries for the first time about – letting them go. ) 

       – A shadow falls over her, but there is no part of Nejire that is afraid. Even before she realizes it consciously, she knows that shadow. And by the time she does, she’s propped up on one elbow and looking at Tamaki with wide, open eyes – quick enough to catch a glimpse of cherry blossoms all strung together, stem by stem, fallen off but knitted beautifully back together until they form a crown that finds its way, by Tamaki’s gentle hands, around her head. ( and how silly, but how much her heart swells when she realizes: a perfect fit. ) 

       She doesn’t have to wonder if the smile at her lips reaches her gaze. Lights glimmer in Nejire’s eyes as she sits up, all airy, gentle enthusiasm honeying her voice. ❛ Oh, for me ? Tamaki, that’s so thoughtful !! ❜ And it is, and she means it, but suddenly she finds herself unwilling to not underscore that thought with something more – and without a second thought Nejire is leaning forward, pressing her fingers against Tamaki’s chin and her lips against his cheek – conveying with something better than words all the gratitude and affection and renewed hope she possesses. 

@ecliipsiing 

MEME

Jumping as Bakugo’s voice whispered behind him, Kirishima turned around a towel clutched between his fingers as the boy growled at the other in annoyance. 

“Don’t sneak up on a man like that it’s dirty!”

Huh?

“Just re-touching my hair.” Holding up the discolored and tainted pink and white towel the boy blinked. 

“Were you looking for me or something?”

       ❛ Ohh, hey ! They’re blooming again! ❜ Spring, it seems, has well and truly sprung – just last week, all the trees around school had been entirely bare. But now where there were stripped branches or tiny, hesitant buds there is a riot of color; pink and white flowers are all open, leaves turned toward the afternoon sun. A glittering smile finds its way to Nejire’s lips and she turns to level that at Tamaki, a show of gratitude for grabbing her attention from the clouds so she doesn’t miss something as beautiful as the first, vibrant signs of spring. 

       — Which isn’t all she sees. With a cut-off sound of enthusiasm ( a sort of unintelligible hey ) Nejire skips forward only to stop at the base of the nearest tree, kneeling long enough to pluck something up from the ground. Which would be, apparently, two blossoms that have fallen off early from where they must have been blooming. She fits one of them at the junction between her hair and her ear as she lopes back, and doesn’t hesitate before reaching out and delicately lacing the second through Tamaki’s hair, until it sits symmetrically to her own. 

       ❛ Now we match ! ❜