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                                         CAESAR EDITION

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     For Caesar to ‘like’ someone, the standard is pretty low. It mostly stems from a lack of understanding between ‘like’ as in finding pleasant and ‘like’ as in being romantically interested. It could be argued that he has a very rudimentary understanding of romance as a whole, often blurring it with platonic affection and in some cases, even obsession and violence. There is also an intense need to be accepted and given positive attention, so anyone who provides it to him is already on his ‘like’ list. To continue to like him, on finding out that he is a shifter and that his appearances are all ‘stolen’ and to see him for what he really is ( an abandoned creature who seeks to assimilate and gain validation by being what he is not ) would be a very good starting point for him to slowly gain an understanding that it is possible to love and in turn be loved. 

     That said, he is pretty shameless in terms of courting because he doesn’t grasp the importance of having a significant other. He has no problem asking out people for dates, no problem throwing an extravagant event, no problem doing dangerously crazy stunts in an attempt to impress: at the end of the day, he wants validation and acceptance first and sometimes, where it comes from doesn’t register much to him, as long as he is getting it. He also, at times, wouldn’t understand that he sets up expectations in turn. He often holds himself unaccountable, brushing everything aside as lack of his own ‘true’ personality and ends up considering people fools for thinking he could ever give them anything when he believes himself incapable of giving love / reciprocal validation. 

     Falling in love, therefore, would be something incredibly hard for him to first understand and then admit to, but when he does come to terms with it, he is pretty much bonded for life, therefore the possibility that he would fall in love with someone ‘out of his reach’ is very low because it requires a lot of work from both sides, for them to explain and walk him through things and for him to be receptive and not clowning around. If he did come to terms with the feeling, maybe by a third party, then lovesickness would definitely be a powerful state for him to be in. He has obsessive tendencies, he’s a shifter and an artist after all. He’s also very persistent, so he’ll keep trying to insert himself into the life of whoever he’s fallen in love with / thinks he’s fallen in love with through a variety of ways. But note that he won’t be flirting shamelessly with them because by this point, he would have learned enough to appreciate that it’s not something to take very lightly. He’ll still be a bit of a clown, making jokes and appearing carefree and non-serious, but deep down, he’s really trying not to mess things up.

     He’s a shifter, so looking attractive could be a negative point for him. To have a s/o who focuses on the superficial aspect of him? That’s something that would almost immediately leave a sour taste in his mouth, considering he would really want someone who accepts him for not being human and for wearing all these human faces and being a farce. He would definitely love the fact that he would now have a designated source of affection and he would honestly be trying so hard to be good and everything the other person needs / wants him to be because they would have taught him that he’s capable of love, whether it’s receiving or giving and he wants to be good at reciprocating his newly discovered ‘ability’.

                Normally, Sherlock had a reserved source of patience for these type of cases when other person´s boredom translated into ´Annoying Sherlock is fun´ type of thing, yet as the man had been reading the newspaper while listening to her saying his name, he expected that after she ran out of breath and realize that he was not paying her any sort of attention, she was going to certainly stop.

He was wrong.

As he raised the cup of coffee to his cold lips, his attention suddenly shifted from reading the newspaper to Macie as soon as she began yelling his name one more time, extending it the best she could until she ran out of breath. Getting up slightly from his chair, Sherlock leaned over a little as he extended a gloved hand and proceeded to cover her mouth with his hand. Now a slightly stern sounding tone of voice echoed through the room;

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       It had been a normal day, the school was lively as always, loud and bright, something that Dabi had had to get used to in the beginning, but now, after three years of it, it was normal. It was life, as a hero, as a figure of hope for people all around the world, even the people who still looked at him as if he had chosen the wrong side of the scale; that was heroes and villains. But those were people who didn’t know his story, didn’t know exactly why he was so set on becoming a pro hero.

The day, didn’t stay normal though, as he was suddenly picked up without warning, resulting Dabi to brace himself in reflex as his slightly droopy hues widened, just for the briefest of milliseconds, due to the suddenness of it all. However, hearing the words that left Macie, Dabi being used to random antics like this, sighed heavily and relaxed as pale features became stoic once more.

       ☠  “Let’s set up camp here...” Katsumi suggested as they came to a halt. It was getting late and accommodation was miles away. Being accustomed to sleeping in the forest, Katsumi didn’t mind the wilderness, especially at night. Gathering some wooden sticks beside her, the warrior quickly made haste and started a fire, lightening the area around them.

     The club had initially been a casino and if you’d seen the casino back in the day, you could still picture it, with the club super-imposed over it. While it had been racked up, all four floors, full of gambling machines, most had been auctioned off and the rest lay gathering dust in the basement, save the juke-boxes that had been polished and renovated, placed tastefully in various locations throughout the indoor premises. 

     With such a large area for the club, along with the owner, Mrs Chang, hard at work attempting to purchase the run-down apartments situated above, it was not a surprise that there were spaces and locations that the average patron, especially if they were human, would never and could never see. Of course, one of these places was the basement with the abandoned gambling machines in a corner, bottles and bottles of wine, alcohol and other questionable fluids lining the area cordoned off as the ‘cellar’ as well as a lot of other things stored down here that even he did not have a full category of. 

     His night shift here had started-- business was slow as usual, just as it was during the weekdays. It would pick up once office hours were over, but it generally was a quiet place-- enough for him to get bored and go downstairs to bring up more bottles. After all, not everyone could waltz in here-- you had to have connections, you had to have money, you had to have--

                  Normally Sherlock Holmes was an early bird, waking up exactly at the same hour every day to grab a cup of coffee and the newest newspaper to read, yet as anyone else, the man did have his sour days as well, those where it seemed like waking up from bed was a difficult task to achieve, yet nonetheless, the detective did not last long sleeping on the couch, and even though he did not wake up at the normal hour he usually did, he still did end up waking pretty early.

Running down a hand to flip his hair backward, the man’s gaze then unexpectedly met a few golden colored scones neatly resting on top of the table.

Now that was a strange sight…

Deciding to inspection the tasty treat, he got up and walked over to the table, only to then notice that alongside the beautifully made scones, there was a letter next to them.

Delicate fingers reached over and held carefully the letter as he proceeded to read it out loud.

Happy birthday.

I still don’t like you, don’t get the wrong idea.

A smile began making its way through his lips alongside a small chuckle after reading the last part. Ah…It was his birthday right? He almost forgot for a split second as he was ready to carry on with his work if only the delicious smell of scones did not distract him. Now a thought crossed his mind… How did she remember he had a fondness over scones? It didn’t matter at that point, the only thing he could feel was a tingling warm feeling inside his chest, none other than gratitude as he began making his way to the kitchen to prepare coffee.