#iicla

“ah– todoroki? what are you doing?!”

    tenya questioned loudly, still holding himself up in the push-up after shouto had sat upon his back. this was… definitely weird. and no warning beforehand? doing his own training in the courtyard wasn’t too unusual, but having the other come and silently offer to help(?) was something he hadn’t expected.

    warmth touched his cheeks as he shifted to position himself better in the push-ups, supporting the other on his back and puffing out a soft breath. tenya had a fair amount of muscle anyways, but his arms weren’t his strong point, so he still needed to work on them– this was a bit tough.

          “um, well, move a bit more to the middle of my back, then, so it doesn’t put too much pressure on my hips!”

Originally Shoto had been very against going to UA, but after some time thinking about it he’d relented and let his father enroll him. It would be a great way to gather information about the students that he might someday be fighting against. 

He never expected to be getting attached to some of these students. Hero society may suck but he kind of liked these kids. He envied their rather carefree attitudes to being a hero and what it entailed. 

Iida Tenya was a bit of enigma though, endlessly serious but tolerate of most of the madness that went on around this campus. It was why he did things like this, trying to piece together the other’s heads based on his reactions to things. 

Sho shifted around on the other’s back to reposition himself on the other’s back, grinning wryly. 

Tensei didn’t get angry easily, but as the shock from seeing his little brother walk through the front door bruised and bleeding, and obviously not fine wore off, anger threatened to overwhelm him. He’d never felt so frustrated being stuck in a wheelchair than in that moment.

He reached out for Tenya, grabbing him by the arms as he sways, trying to hold him up. “You’re not fine,” he repeated, then sighed, directing Tenya towards the couch. “Sit down before you fall over. I’ll go get the first aid kit,” he said, maneuvering his chair away from the other as he wheeled out of the room as quickly as he could go. 

He needed to focus on take care of his brother before anything else. That was the only thing keeping him from completely losing his cool.

   While Katsuki doesn’t quite get how telling a story for the purpose of terrifying the other’s might be a gesture worth commending, he’s not one to argue with the sort of praise attached to it.    The real horror might just come with the way that he perches himself atop one of the desks to tell it, though.

   “Alright, so --- a man and girl go out to drive under the moonlight, but they stop suddenly on the side of the road. After a moment, he turns to his girl and says ‘Baby, I love you very much!’.       ‘What is it honey?’ she asks.       ‘Our car is broken down. I think the engine is broken, I’ll walk and get some more fuel’.        ‘Ok, I’ll stay here and look after our stereo. There have been news reports of stereos being stolen.’        ‘Good idea! Keep the doors locked no matter what. I love you sweaty.’”

   It’s very clear that Bakugou is into the story as he tells it, going so far as to give the character’s their own voices. He leans forward, eyes on his classmate. “So the guy left to get fuel for the car. After two hours the girl says ‘Where is my baby, he was supposed to be back by now!’ Then the girl hears a scratching sound and a voice ---”    Katsuki slams his hands on the desk in a sudden motion, feinting a lunge toward Tenya and digging his nails into the desk as he snarls out, “‘--- let me in!’”    “But the girl doesn't do it, and then after a while she finally manages to go to sleep. The next morning she wakes up and finds her boyfriend still not there, so she gets out to check and ---”

         well, made wasn’t really the word. heated up in the microwave was more like it. it was very clearly one of those microwave dinners, nothing too fancy, but with a good mix of foods that tenya was able to eat together in one sitting. and a can of orange juice!

    stepping over to the table did tenya smile rather big, looking at shinso curiously. had he done something to deserve this? maybe it was because of the time they had been spending together lately? either way, he felt honored that they would even put in the trouble of heating something up for him, when he really didn’t have to!

    tenya took a seat in front of the meal, a soft smile on his face before he returned his gaze to shinso, a hand slicing through the air quick and short as he flapped his wrists. this made him really happy, he really didn’t get such acts of kindness out of no where anymore!

                   “thank you! what brought this on?” // @iicla

          GAZE flickers to the side, a shrug at the question. 

          ❝  made is a word that is EXCLUSIVE to those who know how to keep things from burning. i microwaved it. simple as that.    ❞

          an hour of just sitting beside the damn thing, playing neko atsume. he wouldn’t say that it earned any praise, but the other seemed to appreciate the thought at least. he’d follow the other in sitting down, his own smaller collection of foods to eat. 

          at the question, he would give an awkard sort of shrug, moving to grab a piece of his food and throw it in his mouth. after a moment’s second of chewing, he’d reply. 

          ❝  you’ve been working yourself to the bone lately, if i didn’t do it, no one would. you need ENERGY with the way that you’ve been zooming this way and that.  ❞

“Iida...” It came out as more of a whine than Izuku would have liked, but he wasn’t a fan of how his friend seemed to be pushing himself. Since the incident with the Hero Killer, the emerald-eyed teen started paying more attention to not only Iida, but all of his friends. He was normally good at picking up on how people felt, but he didn’t want to miss anything again.

rip my feelings   //   accepting !@iicla

          i’ll finish what mr. stainy started! i’ll start right now!

the woman’s voice shot shivers down his spine as she moved. she weaved through each of them, obviously intending on harming one of them first. shinsou and everyone else did not expect it to be iida. he moved – quickly, more quickly then he thought was possible as his capture scarf wrapped around her. the knife, inches from iida’s face, would halt. 

his capture scarf was ripped from his hands as he felt the grip of a second enemy, undetected in his will to protect the quicker of them all. fingers pressing one by one into his side. the leader. just his luck.

the thumb would hover, red eyes staring at the group from behind him. everyone would step away, the league now having a hostage.

an example he would say of what happens to heroes. 

drastic pain ripped through him as the thumb pressed almost purposefully hard into his side. the feeling of his side slowly decaying and crumbling away sent a scream a pain through him. muscle exposed the longer he held. 

hands eventually would halt their grip as the warp gate arrived. leaving them with their dying comrade and his lasting words. he was losing too much blood, and the shock wasn’t going to help matters. weakness and cold began to bite at the tips of his fingers and toes. 

people calling out to him, calling for help, all the sounds faded as iida came into view, requesting that he hold on. not to die on him. 

shinsou was a person who kept his promises. there was no use putting energy into saying something just to go back on it afterwards. so he remained quiet, cause he knows that that’s a promise that he unfortunately won’t be able to keep. 

                           He doesn’t doubt that Iida must be having a hard time even now after the events with his brother.  Having someone you look up to, let alone it being a family member or a close friend, go through something life-changing and irreversible was incredibly hard.

                                                The expression he sees from his student causes him to frown.  Not out of anger, or frustration -- but out of sympathy.

                       “--- If there’s anything on your mind, you can talk to me.  Don’t feel like you have to take on everything by yourself.  As heroes, we have a lot of burdens to bare, but we don’t have to bare them alone.”                                                He truly did care about the students, and watching them all flourish and grow into future pro-heroes put a smile on his face.  He wanted to be someone they could rely on when they needed him, he wanted to be someone they could look up to, and trust.  He’d drop everything in a heartbeat if it meant coming to the aid of a student.  Even a friend, and someone he may not even know.