picks shimazaki up and puts him over his shoulder.

He knows he's coming before he hears him. Movements tugging at the edges of his senses, slow and easy and familiar. Shimazaki considers moving, making a game out of it, even — teleporting a few feet away when King gets just close enough to touch him. It would be funny. He makes a lot of decisions based on whether or not they would be funny.

But this time he decides to stay put. Firm hands are on him and he stretches out languidly like a cat when he's lifted up, not even bothering to resist. After all, he can get away easily if he decides he's tired of it.

A soft grunt leaves him when he's settled over the other's shoulder. He crosses his ankles and taps his chin, thinking. There are a few choice remarks on his tongue. They're all tempting.

me, walking in today, 4/4, seeing a box of tea for our machine:

@ianuarius​ said : ❝ thank you for not asking questions. " clarisse la rue ➵ silena beauregard 

           𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, silena and clarisse, bathed in moonlight and surrounded in the hum of cicadas. the edge of clarisse’s face is silhouetted in the butter-soft glow of fireflies –– she looks gentler somehow, like something has unclenched. but it’s hard to tell what. clarisse has always been hard to read. 

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iānuārius, iānuāria, iānuārium -

quī ad mēnsem Iānuārium attinet

January, from a mosaic depicting months of the year, Sousse, Tunisia

his red eyes narrowed at the man standing before him, as zombieman tightened his grip around a hunting knife inside his pocket. this monster??? was lucky he had run into him of all people. there were a lot more trigger happy heroes who wouldn't hesitate for even a second before taking them out.

perhaps it was his unique perspective that made him this way. there was something that set him apart from the other heroes. but he didn't talk about it. in fact he had only just started coming to terms with it for the first time in over a decade.

❝ what are you then? ❞ zombieman asked, his brows furrowing together. whatever they were they weren't exactly human, that's for sure. however, he knew that didn't automatically make them evil... but they'd still have to prove that to him first.

  @ianuarius . ‘ honestly, i resent the remark, ’ a hand splayed out against his chest, the very green in the light chest— sonny wished he’d kept hold of his cloak a little better —willing the claw protrusions on his hands to slim back down to regular, still very green fingers. maybe if louis had found him earlier... ‘ i could be a very nice person for all you know. ’

The device buzzes in his grip. King's message popping up on the shopping list he's been checking in his notes. Around his other hand is Rover's leash, and the little monster seems to be taking an aggressive sort of interest in another passer-by's dog. Saitama pays little mind to the obnoxious barking of the two.

 [  🐕🚶‍♂️...  ] 

Well, that's about as far as his creativity could go. Rover's barking ceases, and he's about had enough with the other dog, mouth wide open as energy lights up, ready to blow up something. 

[  an hour later?  ]

He hits send, pockets his phone and quickly gets a hold of his dog right before an explosive sphere gets launched. Saitama's grip redirects the danger towards the sky. It blows up, earning a few horrified screams and shocked stares of nearby crowds. Saitama walks away nonchalantly, muttering & berating the fuzzy beast in his arms. Rover blinks his six beautiful eyes, oblivious, then starts licking away at his owner's face, not an ounce of guilt ! 

fubuki sighed, tucking a strand of her green hair behind her ears. she didn't like opening up like this, didn't take pride in airing out her vulnerabilities, especially when she had people looking up to her, admiring her. perhaps not as many as her sister, but ...

the esper had grown to respect king on a different level, since seeing the side of him that came out around saitama & his group. he knew how to have fun, and let loose, and make jokes. there was more to him than other s-class heroes even got to see, and it put a different perspective on him for her. of course, he likely didn't see her as a friend as she did him, but that could have been her insecurities talking ... especially from the bit of rejection she still felt from saitama & genos.

this being said, king was a heroes' hero. he was s-class for a reason, and it seemed he genuinely cared. something about his welcoming aura was enough to make her open up, as the two sat alone on the floor of saitama's apartment, waiting for him & genos to return with dinner.

❛ well, it's ... just my sister. i had another run-in with her yesterday, and she turned me away. i don't understand why she doesn't see me in the way that i see her. it's like i'm nothing in her eyes, all because i'm not s-class like her. ❜ fubuki sat up, looking over towards him. ❛ i just wish she wouldn't underestimate me, you know? ❜

question prompts -> from here & accepting.