#halfher

        Having been quiet for a while with azure hues merely caressing over the familiar form, watching those ever youthful features, the features that shouldn’t be here, but despite that were. They almost looked lost and Dabi, not for the first time wanted - at least a small part of him - for Shoto to be anywhere, but here.

                                                         “  What’s on your mind ?  “

ah,  the  prodigal  prince  returns,  mounted  on  the  effervescent  throne  of  bullshit.  how  quickly  the  crown  finds  an  icy  skull  to  lay  upon,  heavy.  thorned.  how  quickly  katsuki’s  smile  does  the  same;  canines  flashed  like  the  scales  of  deep  sea  fish  in  the  bloodied  cave  of  his  mouth.

“ nothing  much,  angel, ”  katsuki  drops  the  word  like  it,  itself  has  fallen  from  the  heavens  to  land  in  the  pit  of  a  rotten  garden.  he  means lucifer.   “  seen  your  half - baked  handler  around  lately.  staying  out  of  everybody’s  reach,  then?  or  is  that  a personal  thing ~ ?  ”  ah,  it  burns  to  break  open.  he  had  hoped  time  would  make  him  feel  different.  he  doesn’t.  

THUNK - did he just run into someone ? the heavy jostle of colliding with another almost made him lose his footing. the impact was enough to make both the pair of them drop the items they’d been carrying. a wave of groceries from both bags scattered across the cement. it was a terrible mess.

“ oh -- i’m so sorry !!! that was my fault -- i wasnt watching where i was going -- are you okay ? let me get that for you ! “

in a energetic panic, midoriya drops down first. vigorously sweeping items back into his large yellow bag. doing his best to collect his own items and not the others by mistake - but in his panic, it was likely inevitable that he would. he started to stack up any foreign items neatly next to the other’s bag. he would have placed it inside that bag himself but he didnt want to be anymore intrusive. 

UR NOT MY MOM

i mean it’s not wrong