#iustumbled

Every day he pushed himself hard strengthening his quirk and practicing strategy and it was now Shouto was hit with the thought that this is what all of his training has lead up to: LYING TO HIS TEACHER.

❝ Aizawa-sensei. ❞ Shouto greeted the man with a slight nod of his head, hoping that his normally stoic expression would be what saves him as he entered the dorms with a mysterious bag and an even more mysterious lump in his jacket. Granted, Shouto wasn’t actually sure what dorm policy was on something like this but IT WAS BETTER TO BE SAFE.

ᴄʟᴏsᴇ   ᴄᴀʟʟ   ʜᴀᴅ   ʙᴇᴇɴ   ᴏᴠᴇʀʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ  ,   ʙʀᴜsʜᴇᴅ   ᴛᴏ   ᴛʜᴇ   sɪᴅᴇ   ―――   ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ   ɴᴏᴡ   for   the   wielder   of   destined   light  ,   but   riku   on   the   other   hand   seemed   much   less   willing   to   simply   continue   on   from   one   danger   to   the   next  .      if   it   weren’t   for   the   worry   lacing   teal   hues   sora   would’ve   felt   the   urge   to   tease  ,   offer   joke   that   he   knows   him   better   than   to   expect   any   of   sora’s   movements   to   be   based   on   careful   precision   and   planning  ,   but   perhaps   such   joke   should   wait   for   a   moment   less   straining  .

silly   humour   was   supposed   to   be   uplifting  ,   not   stressing  .

expression   softened   at   that   final   confession  ,   heart   singing  ,   sora   really   couldn’t   win   when   riku’s   wishes   were   on   the   line  .     ❝    sorry  ―――  force   of   habit  .     ❞     kindhearted   wielder   never   had   been   the   safest   of   boys  ;   memories   of   home   caked   with   endless   scrapes   and   cuts   setting   a   sweet   ache   into   bones   ―――  but   for   dawncrossed   other   dull  ,   ordinary   boy   would   gladly   try   his   best  .

        what               on first name basis already ? shunpei huffs out a breath of air, wry smile easily working its way onto his lips. bold , but then - what else could you expect from seidous southpaw - it´s not hard to miss he´s just as loud on the mound as he is off of it. that, shunpei thinks - is probably the biggest difference between him and raichi. raichi, who seems like an entirely different person when he doesn´t have a bat in his hands. something they all got to see when it was break time for their joined practice - or as the coach called it; the perfect opportunity to show seido what´s up.     the ace hadn´t even known that could be a thing, but here they are anyway - gathered on the seidou baseball field ( because theirs was ultimately, to small -much to todoroki´s dismay )      and here HE is, with a golden puppy glued to his side. it´s a good thing he became immune to those eyes pretty quickly thanks to bothtodorokis. he stems both of his hands on his hips as he regards sawamura. 

NEW YEAR SMOOCHES.

While an excuse was never needed, Akira knew both he and Sven would take ANY to share a moment together, forgetting the universe around them and focusing solely on what they had with each other. Too many times had they nearly been ripped apart by circumstance, BUT THEY WERE STILL HERE and they were together now and every year they made it through together was another year to celebrate.

And this time they were so close to officially being each other’s.

So, when Sven dove into the kiss Akira met him with equal fervor, fingers tangling into hair and pulling close- CLOSER- as if by trying hard enough they could merge to become one being through their UNFETTERED LOVE alone. It was only once breathe became a necessity that they’d part, Akira leaning into Sven’s touch with a content sigh.

❝ I love you and I have a good feeling about this year. ❞ Akira begins, letting a hand fall from where it was placed on Sven’s shoulder to cup the hand gently holding his own cheek, finger running over the cool metal band sitting beautifully on one of Sven’s fingers. They were so close- SO CLOSE- and the commander couldn’t deny how excited he felt a the prospect of becoming Akira Kogane Holgersson.

◜ ♡   //  @iustumbled ◞

ғɪɢʜᴛ   ʜᴀᴅ   ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ   ᴀ   ᴛᴜʀɴ   ғᴏʀ   ᴛʜᴇ   ᴡᴏʀsᴛ   ᴀɴᴅ   sᴏʀᴀ   ᴡᴀs   sᴛᴜᴄᴋ   ᴏɴ   ʜɪs   ᴏᴡɴ  ,   sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ   ғʀᴏᴍ   ᴄᴏᴍʀᴀᴅᴇs   with   magic   on   cool   down   and   potions   expended  ───  he’d   managed   to   hold   his   own   for   quite   a   while  ,   thinning   the   numbers   and   standing   his   ground  ,   but   one   wielder   could   only   withstand   so   much  .

concentration   dipped   for   simply   a   second  ,   wobbly   footing   upon   uneven   structure   setting   off   focus   and   causing   guard   to   slip   long   enough   for   a   solid   blow   to   send   him   flying  ,   grunt   of   pain   passing   grit   teeth   and   flowmotions   blue   aura   flickering   to   nothing   as   sora   landed   on   his   rear  ;      blade   was   hastily   lifted   to   block   from   incoming   attack  ───  that   never   landed  .      head   snapped   upright  ,   blinking   as   wondrous   gaze   rested   upon   a   familiar   back   and   sunkissed   features   sprouted   into   pure   glee   while   master   pushed   foes   back  ,   fighting   the   remaining   heartless   away  .

     blinks     once  ,     twice  ,     head     tilting     in     dawning     exasperation          (     PERHAPS     EVEN     A     TICKLE     OF     FONDNESS     )     ;          ❛     ━━     HOW     DO     YOU     DO     THAT  ?     WHAT ‘ S     YOUR     MASK     MADE     OF  ?     do     you     actually     make     faces     like     that  ?     ❜          bemused  ,     gloved     finger     prods     gently     at     cheek     ;          spider - man ‘ s     mask  ,     the     whole     costume     really  ,     was  /  is     donned     to     hide     peter     parker ‘ s          f e a r          from     his     enemies     eyes  .     his     own     mask     hides     his     expressions     quite     well  ,     by     design  .     he     supposes     deadpool     hasn ‘ t     much     to     fear  ,     though  ;     least     of     all     over     expression  .

          ‘     god  ,     ‘     peter     thinks  ,     ‘     i     might     have     some     issues  .     ‘

     withdraws     hand     after     a     moment  ,     though     not     before     patting     leather     clad     shoulder     fondly  ,     attention     snaps     back     to     scene     unfolding     in     the     dingy     alley     four     stories     below     them  ;     his     fingers     tingle  ,     spider - sense     tickling     the     back     of     his     neck  .     with     a     knife     joining     the     conversation     below     spider - man     steps     to     the     roof ‘ s     edge  ,     tips     over     the     side     with     a     proper     salute     back     to     merc  ;

          ❛     ━━     HEY     MAN  ,     THERE     ARE     BETTER     WAYS     TO     GET     YOUR     POINT     ACROSS     --          nothing  ?     tough     crowd     tonight  .     ❜