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          Before him, stood one of Japan’s most abled students to be a pro-hero, he should stop thinking that and perhaps consider this encounter as a pro-hero giving someone such as himself a gift right? Why, what a grand encounter it happened to be for Shinso, he remains speechless, in awe just merely thinking, that Nejire Hado herself, or probably from someone, has considered his date of birth to be a worthy piece of information to be presented for her. Enough for her to be willing to scavenge for his penchant for cats and purchase an item for him in homage of just that.

It was these thoughts that kept Shinso immune from the loud setting of her voice. He prefaces it all with astonishment as an expression; eyes widen a bit more than their usual size. In complete silence, hands reach out for his gift, cautiously, as if one wrong move will upset senpai. Now, to play it smoothly.

     it’s easy to find nejire at the twenty-four hour convenience store. it’s the only way that she can avoid fans; yet at the same time, the circumstances can be quite dire. for the both of them, there is little sleep and sheepish insomnia as they work through their hours. though, admittedly, nejire’s work is much more physically taxing ------ kaoru suffers the monotony of staring at screens and papers.  “ did you run out of food supplies at home again? you’re getting quite a lot this time. “ 

“I-I’m really sorry Hadou-senpai... I thought I could handle that villain on my own and this happens...” Umeko was at her internship and was partnered with her peer and upperclassman. What should have been a calm, and rather easy bust turned south. Umeko was being reckless, maybe to show that she was competent in the field,  but all she did was accidentally set a flare that blinded not only the villain, but herself and a few civilians. Sure, everyone was fine in the end, but it looked sloppy. A rookie mistake.

caring starters   /   accepting  !@flowtion

          gaze flickers toward his close friend, lips curling up slightly. fingers curl themselves into fists as his usual vigor returns. 

         ❝ well, i can’t just sit here when you’re out there protecting me, can i ? ❞

         eyes flicker toward the bluette and the grin is lessened somewhat, more softer than forced energetic. 

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Nonverbal Starts || Accepting 🥄 give my muse their medicine

Mina rarely got sick. The nice thing about having actual acid in her blood, even if it was only a tiny bit, was it also increased her immune system and white blood cell count. So to find her sick was a rarity. Even more rare was to find her sick enough that she didn’t even bother trying to power through it. Instead she just laid in bed watching anime on her phone and avoiding dealing with her classmates so as not to get them sick.

She’d tried moving through it for about a day but after nearly passing out at Hero Training, Recovery Girl insisted she take some time off and get rest. Claiming it would be better for the illness to work itself through her system naturally instead of trying to push through it with her quirk.So that left Mina missing school to lay in bed instead. Missing the school work was nice but Mina despised not being able to spend time with her friends. She hated being cooped up inside with nothing to do except play on her phone. It was like torture to her. Sure her classmates came to visit her, bring her the missed school work and make sure she was okay. But it wasn’t the same, she couldn’t run with them or laugh with them. It was truly awful.

“Hi Senpai.” She greeted when she lifted her head and saw Nejire entering her room. Her voice was scratchy and barely above a whisper. Which Mina hated even more. The older girl was holding a bottle of something and a spoon. Mina couldn’t really tell what the bottle was which increased her curiosity. Nejire sat next to her and poured some of the contents of the bottle into the spoon. It was an odd purple brown color that reminded Mina of dirty river. Nejire was saying something but Mina could barely focus on the voice. Her ears felt stuff with cotton no matter how many times she tried to clean them.

“What’cha got there, Nej-” Before she could finish her question though the spoon was in her mouth and the contents of it flowing down her throat. Mina sputtered and coughed, covering her mouth not to cough on her friend. She looked at Nejire with a bewildered look who simply smiled back and said

     it’s another day of glaring down passersby. there’s something about his lack of an eye and his full, blocky stature that makes even the most fervent of fans back down instantly, reduced to taking photos and only hoping that nejire would glance their way. they have their own bubble in a sea of people, which makes the job an easy pass for both of them to get to where they need to be ------ that is, the agency that recently contracted her work.  “ you sure you don’t want me to carry the bag? it’s a lot of stuff. “