#indecisiverigel

@indecisiverigel

YOU SMELL LIKE BODY ODOR AND DISAPPOINTMENT!!!

“Hey Mimic.”

      He’s busy sorting through  his school binder to enter in grades and issue out necessary emails for students that seem to be lagging behind most of the class. Maybe it was a mistake to do it in the teacher’s lounge, but hey! He’s a teacher, too! He should be able to work wherever he pleases at the school-- even in the custodian’s closet, if he must. 

The abrupt exclamation from none other than Hizashi fucking Yamada makes him jump and drop his laptop. He isn’t particularly fond of this behavior, however, and as a result, his anger flares up immediately, just barely caught behind its flash point. 

Kirishima’s Party/Present Time // Accepting

     “Alright guys, I got them together. Here you go.”

Aizawa distributed the presents.

-Present Mic got  a new lining for his speaker.

-Iida got blue bunny slippers.

-Shinso got a new phone.

-Fatgum got a box full of snacks and treats.

-Kurogiri got a bottle of tylenol.

-Magne got puppy supplies.

-Mimic got stilts.

---Closed Starter For @indecisiverigel ---

Aizawa was tending to his usual nightly rounds in the brightly lit city. He traveled the near empty streets with his goggles placed over his forehead, out of his eyes for the time being. It was late in the night; midnight, maybe 1am? He wasn’t sure at this point. After a long, rowdy day of teaching a multitude of teenagers, grading a pop quiz, and listening to Present Mic ramble about his radio show that he’d be, once again, hosting in three days, it was nice to just take solitude in the chilled winter night on the streets.

His footsteps echoed, accompanied by the occasional bypassers footsteps as he strolled down the sidewalk. He found himself in a, more or less, shady part of town. If there was anything that screamed criminal activity, it was the dark streets of the low end side of the city. His eyes surveyed the local strays, a few ran down apartments with lights flickered here and there in a random array of windows, and some gas station employees smoking on their breaks against the brick walls of the buildings.

Party Event/Present Time // Accepting

     “Here you guys go!”

The teen pulled out many brightly decorated presents from under the tree, handing them out to there designated receivers.

-Present Mic had received a nice new pair of head phones. In his gift, there was also a smaller box with the note ‘Kept it safe, you know who to give this too~’

-Iida had gotten a new book set on a series that Kirishima had noticed that he had taken a liking to.

-Shinso had gotten a new 3DS XL with a Pokemon game.

-Fatgum had gotten a basket of snacks and treats.

-Kurogiri had gotten mittens.

-Magne got a puppy.

-Mimic got a GIANT toucan plush (3ft)

(Closed Starter For @indecisiverigel)

The red headed teen found himself making quick strides to reach his destination. Fatgum’s agency. He had lost track of time while getting ready to start his afternoon of interning and was kicking himself in the ass for it.

     “Shit! Shit! Shit!”

Weaving in and out of  people, he raced down the sidewalk, nearly tripping over himself, pedestrians, and a stray cat that had bolted in front of him. As he apologized to everyone that he pushed past, he finally found himself at the doors of the agency.

At this point, he was panting heavily, hands on his knees and his head down. He was near thirty minutes late at this point and he couldn’t afford to miss another second, so he pushed through the doors, still out of breath.

     “Huff...huff...huff...”