#fcresought

      ╰    .  °       ✦     —      and           this            is         why        i         have     decided

                         to         leave         your         house        and         home         unhaunted  ,

                                       you        don’t          need         poltergeist          for          sidekicks    .

The blonde finds himself sinking down into his seat – as much as a seven foot giant can. Trying to hide from the situation. Make himself SMALLER. Eyes darting to the city below the Might tower for some kind of out. Someone who needed saving. Anything.

“ You’ve never brought up wanting kids before. What spurred this on ?? ”

It wasn’t that he didn’t want kids.. Rather he’d thought about it in passing. His best friend in America recently had a daughter – One he found himself absolutely taken with.

@fcresought // unprompted (accepting)

Something was wrong. If you asked him, he couldn’t tell you, but something about Sir was wrong. Nighteye had a habit of being cryptic, but there was a threatening energy that couldn’t be placed which stopped Mirio from responding with a cheerful smile and a ‘good morning.’ The look in Sir’s eye drove it home. They were always sharp and intimidating, but there was desire to harm in those golden hues. Past mistake stopped him from ignoring his gut feeling and pretending things were fine.

sakura :  i was going to ,  chill

sir ,  giving A Look :  don’t tell me to chill

sakura :  ................................ decrease temperature 

     “Oh!”

He sends a glare her way as soon as he hears her voice, seeing her on the rooftop looking down at him was almost intimidating. If he feared her it’d probably affect him a lot more, but he was calm.

“ It’s Sir Nighteye…Himiko Toga, what business do you have here.” it was unlikely he’d get an answer, but every villain was different.     /    @fcresought

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          ❝   no   need   to   be   so   serious   all   the   time,   don’t   you   know   that   it’s   bad   for   your   skin   ?   ❞   laughter,   shrill   and   shaky   as   she   watches   him   glare.   not   that   it   affected   her   any,   she   could   care   less.  

        she   supposes   that   they   both   have   that   in   common,   and   it   leads   to   them   being   on   equal   ground.   neither   was   scared.  

        she   stands,   balancing   on   the   rooftop   edge   with   hands   hovered   to   her   sides,   and   she   walks,   walks   so   that   she   is   closer   to   the   other,   but   still   up   high.  

His skin is thin and tired, his hair dry and tangled, his eyes darker than usual. Yeah, he looks like hell, but with Midoriya gone to do his internship and not seeing All Might for a while...

“I think I’m just missing my students.” Yes. The multiples of them. Those cheerful, determined, strong-willed children that were being forced all too soon to prepare for the war against villains. “They’ll be gone a while... I’m just trying to get information for Young Midoriya.”

It’s fractured, these thoughts and feelings he’s having, but they make a weird amount of sense to him. His pupil is gone to learn from someone else with his friends, new developments are happening that even he doesn’t know about, and all this with the news and the new order to train students earlier...

It sat on his shoulders in a way the weight hadn’t before.

Symbol meme // accepting

- Our muses get caught in the rain together.

TO SAY it’s been a while since they’ve last seen each other would be an understatement, wouldn’t it? But here they were, standing next to each other AWKWARDLY like some sort teenagers. He side-eyes the other carefully, being cautious in his study, time has not treated Toshinori nicely it seemed.

“ All Might– no, Toshinori, I’ve..missed you.”

There was a myriad of complicated emotions upon the realization of just who it was he was sharing shelter with, but one rose above all: shame.

Toshinori. The familiarity with which the other spoke his name ached.

He gulped at the other’s words, one hand tugging at the edge of his shirt as if to hide how the wet fabric clung to the unnatural ugly indent on his side. He hadn’t meant to be a painful reminder, he never wanted his old partner to see him like this. He’d wanted Nighteye to move on, to find his own life, to not be dragged down the self-destructive path All Might had chosen.