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‘ iida. mina are just being mean to deku for no reason. ’
-- “oddly enough; it feels like i cant leave you lot alone.”
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show me a hero and i’ll write you a tragedy.
‘ honey ’ her mother calls him. her voice is soft and soothing and he’s floating in the warmth of her words. her hazel like eyes looks up at him, a childish smile on display as she stopped singing. he almost forgot her face and features, how he used to play with her long hair, dark as the deepest waters. ‘ honey, it’s about time. we are gonna be late !! ’ she said to him. her hand gently embracing his in a tight squeeze. ‘ look at you !! all dirty, love !! did you play in the mud with your friends again? ’ ah. he took a quick look to his garments, muddy, wet and BLOODY. oh lord !! if there was so much blood !! crimson velvety dripping brightly and warm from his body. he brought his hand to his chest and — and he could feel the squishy and disgusting sensation of his skin, torn apart like a piece of cloth. his mother was still smiling sheepishly at him as he felt the rust sprouting in his mouth. ‘ now let’s get you all clean — or you father is gonna be sad right ?? his boy all dirty the day of his birthday !! now — now. let’s go ! ’ he stopped. his right hand still squeezing her mother’s. tears started flooding down, his head shaking. he didn’t want to go, he didn’t want to leave his friends, his teachers — the love of his life . ‘ i can’t leave them ! ’ he screamed. oh, he used to that when he was a kid, he used to scream from atop of his lungs for silly things like a toy he once really desired. And now her mother still looked him as if he was still a child. Her other hand caressed his left cheek, wiping away the tears. ‘ honey, sweetheart. it’s too late — you are too cold now.’
i can’t believe @gravitytouch surpassed my meme level. i can’t believe it.
' Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off? He’s all right now. '
❝ …… he should have fought the right way to avoid such an injury.❞
“ URARAKA ! Please please please PLEASE make me FLOAT ! ”
ϟ┊↳ * @gravitytouch — STARTER CALL.
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“ Ochako-Chan.. Do you think you could make me float to reach that balloon on the ceiling? ” ( @gravitytouch )
Takes a hold of his hand, careful not to let her pinky finger touch him and presses her lips to his cheek.
THE FIRST THING HE COMES TO NOTICE is the entanglement of dainty fingers with his own. The bearer behind the stray hand prompts for the rhythm of his HEART to skip a few beats; he gulps, trying to retain his composure.
❝ I-Is everything Alright urar—-!!!! ❞
&& That’s when The unanticipated caress of soft lips occurs. His words HALTING but his mouth remains slightly gaped, His eyes become wide && his shoulders tense, all upon that simple act of endearment.
Although it was CLEAR she had taken extra care to insure he wouldn’t float away— well… she had physically at least. Internally he felt as if he’s TEN FEET ABOVE THE CLOUDS.
His head is S P I N N I N G.
❝ A-AH…!! ❞
THERE’S NO WAY THAT JUST HAPPENED !!
His HEART is POUNDING. He could swear with enough force it was about to BURST form his chest
THIS CAN’T BE REAL !!
Her random act ignited the warmth within his cheeks painting his features a deep CRIMSON. His free hand grips his stomach bunching the clothe of his shirt hoping to help TAME the BUTTERFLIES dancing in the pit of his stomach.
HIS whole body feels like it had been set on F I R E && Her lips were the match.
This was so much more INTENSE than her usual cheers of encouragement ; he can only WONDER what erupted such behavior ? But It’s only now it hits him , HE’S STILL HANDING HER HAND, Causing for his mind to RACE ; could his SILENCE be discourteous ? Was it rude to continue to hold her hand ? Or would it be rude to let go ? Oh– he doesn’t know !!! So he would remain STILL until further PROTEST.
