#inrycku

The night was young, the sky having barely darkened at around 9 pm, and the surroundings were both lively and quite deserted. Lively due to the constant flux of luxury cars that pulled in and out of the small street, to either drop or pick up important looking fellows. Deserted due to the apparent lack of residential in what had to be the first semi-suburban area about 30 kms away from Tokyo. Which was curious, considering the neighborhood actually looked pretty nice, by most standards.

When she emerged from her own ride, a few assistants already came to her aid; one opened the door, another took her hand to help her stand and a third handed her a small purse. Finding her companion for the night wasn’t difficult; among most people around the entrance, he was the one looking most miserable, despite the suit or the hairdo. A small part of her took slight satisfaction in his discomfort, but at least now they somewhat matched. Despite being covered by a long sleeve, knee-length, soft coat, it was obvious she too was dressed to the nines.

“Hero Eraserhead~” she greeted him within earshot with a vague smile, scanning him up and down. “Although you do not resemble him at all this fine evening. So perhaps let’s keep things on a simple name basis? On both sides.” the intricacies of the formal addressing were still a bit confusing to her. Yes, she was the one supposed to adapt to the culture, but considering she was the one directly sponsoring their affairs... well, that gave her a bit of leeway in how she wish to address and be addressed in conversation.

“Hellhole? I’m insulted, you’ve no idea how difficult is to procure an invitation to these kinds of events as a foreigner.” she waved a hand dismissively. “A little gratitude for rubbing elbows with the finest, my good sir~”

Without giving it much time to protest, her arm swiftly linked around his, slender fingers lightly tugging at the fabric of his sleeve as she urged him to move within the establishment. As she did so, the wide sleeve of her coat rode up to her elbow, revealing the skin tight, black sheen pellicle that covered her hand. Latex.

"Hmm," Izuku hums, his hands working on the other's hair without any involvement from his mind. There is a pause before he answers Himiko's question, genuine consideration painting his features as he scans his brain for a response he could give her. "I don't know," he decides finally, a slight shrug accompanying his words. "Why?"

There are people Izuku could say he's fond of, but do any of them count as crushes? He's not so sure he can say yes. There have always been more important things to do, more urgent businesses to take care of, and they left little room for any of meaningful connection to form between him and some other person. Not counting in the other villains, of course, but this isn’t that sort of connection.

todoroki's here for the cuddles! he's not quite sure how he got here, actually, just that he's gently wrapping his arms around her and utilising his fire half to make sure it's nice and warm. "-- do you feel better now, uraraka-san?" - @inrycku​

Rei is just exiting the grocery store, a simple brown bag filled to the brim with ingredients for the dinner she planned to cook for her family at her own place. She’s a bit out of it from the recent change in her medicine, as well as having been doing quite a few errands throughout the day. It had almost been a full three months since she’s been released from the hospital and gained her own autonomy over herself.

He’s running. Full force sprint, as fast as his legs can carry him. The park benches, the people on the street, the goddamn traffic? Nothing other than obstacles that he needed to pass by in order to get to his destination. The UA campus. Or, more specifically, his classroom, where the first period started like...5 minutes ago. Why wasn’t he on campus already? He definitely wasn’t buying another cheap, greasy, under cooked burger at that joint down the street. Nope... Not at all. He was doing...ugh...serious student stuff. Like studying. Yup, that was his excuse, he got caught studying!

With a mighty jump, Achim builds all the momentum he needs to rapidly crawl up the tall wall that separated the campus from the outside world. true, his claws do scratch at the bricks as he tries to reach for the edge and pull himself over it, but it’s nothing he can’t take. However, he did not take into consideration that maybe, just maybe someone else was on the other side, right around where he planned to land.

His yellow eyes turn wide at the sight of the girl and he does make one last attempt to push himself slightly further away from the wall but-

“WATCH OU-!”  Thud!

Too late, he’s fallen on top of her.

Well, not on top, on top, but he did pull her down with him with his arm. Hopefully she’s not too injured. Unlike him to just took a face full into the ground.