#junkoisms

Padraig had been accepted into Hope’s Peak Academy. He was awarded the title of SHSL Socialist This meant he would usually be able to talk his way in or out of any situation. Maybe even convince people to do as he said if he tried hard enough bu that was something he wouldn’t do unless he had no choice.

He had already been introduced to the class. The teacher now asked would anyone help show him around for the day.

✢ A good memory that makes him smile. 

   Shingetsu never could have anticipated just how much his life would have changed in one instant—especially after it having been routine for so long. He had been attending Hope’s Peak Elementary for years by this point, and each day was the same, strange combination of monotony and stress. Attend class to learn, work on classwork, study through between-class breaks, study through lunch, study through recess, attend more classes, attend cram school, return home—study through half the night.

It was so routine, he didn’t question it anymore—not as if his father would listen to him if he did. Shingetsu did as he was told, kept his eyes on his work, responded politely to authority—all the things a ‘good boy’ was supposed to do. He had no friends, really no meaningful relationships of any kind. But that all changed on an inconspicuous morning, during Homeroom before the teacher had even arrived.

He noticed out of the corner of his eye a pencil rolling across the floor to his desk and, in a subconscious movement, bent down to retrieve and return it to the owner. His eyes met with Monaka, the darling of the classroom, her wheelchair encircled by just about the entire class. She gave him one of her large smiles and held out her hand to take it, then thanked him, saying she never would have gotten it herself. Shingetsu dipped his head, nodded, and returned silently to his work.

Ever since that day, Monaka had gone out of her way to pay specific attention to Shingetsu—to the distaste of some of the class. She regaled him with compliments and baked goods that she prepared at home, always ensuring he got the first taste. It was attention he wasn’t used to, but it made him strangely happy nonetheless.

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Kaaaaaatttttttttttttttttttttttttttt is the coolest and you’re absolutely adorable, what the frick frack, I mean fuck yes, we gave each other our skypes and now we can meme over Wilder being a bully to me while Izuru slowly gets converted into these meme babies big brother somehow?

I think it’s cute tho, especially with your Monaka, Izuru will protect her and then he’s somehow also adopted Wilder’s Shingetsu as a little brother in my mind, and they can be one big unhappy family, huh? B)

Ngl if you ever want help with icons again, just ask me, I’m also about 1000% willing to make you some if you need them because making icons has p much become my #1 hobby somehow.

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