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It’s ok nonny!! I accept any and all asks regarding my writing lol

It’s uhhh honestly I haven’t been writing it atm :T I finished chapter... 9? 10? And have kinda been a bit stuck since >.< I also haven’t had the motivation between work, school, and other obligations in my real life ;-;

Good news is I am 1/3 done with it tho so there’s that. Bad news is that I haven’t worked on it this year at all really. I def wanna get back to it but am having some struggles

Sorry this is kinda sorta terrible I haven’t written anything in like weeks since Life Is A Constant Pain so lol I hope it’s enjoyable despite that however!! Thanks for sending me a prompt :D 

Toshinori waved at the students he passed by on his way to the teacher’s lounge. With his blindingly-white grin, he was pleased to see most eyes on his pleasant expression rather than his emaciated form. 

It had been weeks since his true form had been reveled to the public. The world hadn’t ended, and although his own little world had shrunk, Toshinori didn’t find him as terrified for the future as he thought. 

Things still remained worrisome, with crime on the rise and braver villains sneaking into the light. Yet, the new crop of heroes remained bright-eyed, even as they gossiped in the hallways and joked at lunch. For them, the world remained turning. 

Taking a second to admire the warm sun shining in the sky through the wide windows of UA, Toshinori disappeared into the teacher’s lounge. He had forgotten a few things yesterday and simply needed to fetch them before his meeting with Nezu.

Poking his head through the door, Toshinori scanned the lounge for any other signs of life. Nothing but an empty room stared back at him, however. With a small shrug, Toshinori stepped into the room and proceeded to cross the room where he remembered leaving his things. 

As Toshinori rounded the couch sitting in the middle of the room, his long foot hit a warm and soft... thing on the ground. A small surprised noise left him while at the same time, the thing on the ground yelped in surprise. 

Catching himself on the back of the couch before falling on his face, Toshinori gasped in embarrassment. 

“Aizawa! I didn’t see you there, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” 

Toshinori cursed himself for not recognizing Aizawa’s sleeping bag as the perpetually tired professor sat up. Rather than lash out at him, however, Aizawa shot him a burning glare. 

“You almost broke my mug,” he said. His scowl deepened at Toshinori’s confused expression.

“Your mug...?” Glancing just to the side of Aizawa, Toshinori noticed a small black mug in the shape of a cat sitting next to his head on its side. “Oh! I’m sorry.” Reaching down, Toshinori picked it up and set it on its base. “There. It’s fine, not even cracked.”

Aizawa snorted. “What are you doing here so late?” 

Toshinori blinked in confusion. “Late? It’s almost eight....”

Aizawa’s eyes widened and for the first time, Toshinori detected fear. “What? No it’s not.” Even as those words slipped from him, Aizawa took out his phone to check the time. “Fuck.” 

Toshinori winced. “Have you been sleeping here all night?” He offered his hands to Aizawa to help him up, but Aizawa ignored him as he kicked himself out of his sleeping bag and jumped up to his feet. 

For a second, Toshinori didn’t think Aizawa would answer. Finally, as his dark eyes slid over him, Aizawa gave him a curt nod. 

Toshinori shook his head. “And you slept on the floor too... Aizawa, why didn’t you go home?” He couldn’t stop the worry seeping into his voice. Although he and Aizawa had their differences, and at times even butted heads, that didn’t mean he didn’t care for the other professor.

The strength of his emotion and worry over Aizawa’s sleeping schedule shocked Toshinori himself. It nearly made him flush, but he kept all those strange thoughts locked away. For now. 

“Why do you care?” Aizawa bit out at him as he picked his mug up. “It’s not your business.” 

Toshinori knew Aizawa was correct--it certainly wasn’t. But his worry still penetrated him. Unable to find a quick-witted response, he merely shrugged. “I’m just worried,” he said lamely. 

Toshinori cursed himself. When it came to Aizawa, why did he always get so tongue-tied? 

“I don’t need your worry,” Aizawa said as he proceeded to go and fill his mug up with more old black coffee from the pot on the counter. 

“But-- but you’ve been sleeping on the ground in the teacher’s lounge all night and class starts soon. Shouldn’t you--”

“I should be getting to class.” Aizawa gulped down half his coffee in his mug. As his dark eyes met Toshinori’s sunken ones across the room, Aizawa’s eyes softened ever so slightly. He sighed into his mug and drew it back from his lips. 

“I’m fine. I’m running on caffeine and pure hatred, and have been for years. And don’t you have a meeting to go to?” 

Toshinori startled at that. He whipped around to check the time.

He was already late.

“Dammit,” Toshinori hissed. He turned to give Aizawa another look as he gathered his things. Before he left, however, Toshinori stepped closer to Aizawa. “Here, if you’re going to be living off coffee, you may as well brew another pot.” Dumping the old filter out in the nearby bin, Toshinori took a second to start another pot. 

“There. That should be stronger than what you’re drinking now, at least.”

Aizawa cocked a brow at him. He didn’t utter a thanks, but Toshinori didn’t need one. 

Flashing one last grin to Aizawa, Toshinori wished him good luck for his classes and to have a good day before ducking from the room. 

Although he knew he should be more worried about his meeting with Nezu, which he was now late to, all of Toshinori’s worries revolved around Aizawa. 

Hmm Braxous likes having control over his own destiny, choices, and almost every aspect of his current life. Having a history of being imprisoned ever since he was a child caused a lot of deep trauma for him and thus, a lot of times he feels like he’s drowning and doesn’t have control over situations and his own life.

Which also plays a part into why he’s an assassin and kinda of a wild child. Having the control over whether someone lives or dies when and where gives him satisfaction and the feeling of power, which he loves. 

Aaa it’s not a dumb question, Angel had to tell me how to so XD 

Okay! I only know how to do so on Paint Tool Sai! Basically what I do is first, save it as a .sai file.

Next, go to “file” and hover your mouse over “export as”

Go down to .png and save it as you would normally

NOW to make it transparent, a pop up for “pixel format” will come up as you save. Sai automatically has the first option “24bpp RGB” clicked. To make it transparent click the other option under it---”32bpp ARGB (each pixel has opacity)”

and whatever you then save with be transparent! 

Tho, a quick warning! If you wanna make something transparent, make sure you colored all the white areas your piece might have! If you don’t color in the white areas, they will end up transparent and you don’t want that!

Hm... def fantasy 100%! Or paranormal?

Quarantine is... going?? School just ended for me (aced all my finals and hopefully my classes as well!) so rn I’m just kinda... hanging?

I’m still out of a job for now but it sounds like I’ll be brought back sometime later this month or in June! It’s tough waiting it out... I really enjoyed my new job a LOT so I’m really ready to go back to it ^^’

I’m trying to stick to fun projects to keep myself busy and productive in the meanwhile. I started an herb garden for instance! And ofc I’ve been working on another new book :3

Hmmmmm not much else beyond that? It hasn’t been all hunky dory unfortunately but I’m trying to roll with the punches and keep my chin up for now...

And yes! I am making sure I wear my mask, avoid people, and sanitize often ^^ I hope everyone else out there is hanging in there too! There’s a LOT of people in tough situations atm, and my thoughts are with them.

Hnnn I need to get back on that!! I took a long break last year from writing and my writing juices are still... pretty dead actually. Hopefully I’ll find the love and motivation to continue, but it’s been difficult.

Thank you for the sweet ask!! I really appreciate it

Wow I haven’t written anything OriginalShipping in so long let’s see how I do? 

“Wait, is that who I think it is?” 

“Who?”

“That guy! Look. Is that Red?”

“Red? Like the pokemon trainer Red?”

“Do you know of any other famous guys named Red?” 

Green grit his teeth together, his grip on Red’s hand tightening as the conversation behind the two of them floated to greet his ears. His eyes darted up to Red’s face, looking for any emotion in his usually even expression. 

If Red was listening in on the conversation taking place behind them, he didn’t express it. His eyes firmly remained upward, focused intently on the towering palm trees that gave them little shade and the wingulls currently nesting in them.

Green shook his head. He stepped closer to Red, their shoulders brushing. 

At the simple touch, Red blinked and turned to give him a questioning look. 

Keeping his voice low and tight, Green said, “we should pop into a Pokemon Center or something. Uh, I just remembered I wanted to buy some beans. For my pokemon. Pokemon beans.” 

Red smiled at that. With his free hand, he dug into his pocket, and pulled out a handful of said beans. He presented them to Green.

“When did you even buy all of these? And why are you just telling me now?” 

Red laughed at Green’s expression and dumped the handful of beans into his hands. Caught within Red’s playful, glimmering stare and frozen by his electric smile, for a hot second, Green forgot about the two stragglers following them. 

That is, until, an unfamiliar finger prodded Red on the arm, pulling his gaze away from Green’s. 

A spark of anger shot through Green and he swung a glare to the pair of girls now staring at Red shiny-eyed. 

“Hello! Um, you’re Red, right? The famous pokemon trainer?” The shiny-eyed girl bounced on her toes, leaning closer to Red. “I heard you won not one, but two leagues! Is that true?”

“Of course it’s true!” the other girl cut in before Green could edge in a single word. The other girl rolled her eyes at her friend. “And you call yourself a fan!” 

“Oh, shut up!” the shiny-eyed girl giggled. She swung her eyes back toward Red. “Can I have your autograph, please? I am such a huge fan!” 

Red blinked at the two girls. He drew back from them, his head tilted to the side. With too much hesitation shaking his hand, he accepted a proffered pen from the other girl. 

Green couldn’t contain himself any longer. “Hey. You know he’s on vacation, right? So why don’t you two leave us alone and scram.” Green flicked his fingers at the two girls. He pulled his lips back from his teeth. “We came here to get away from people like you two.”

“Rude!” the other girl bit out angrily. “We’re not bothering anyone, and if he really wanted us to leave he’d tell us himself.” 

Green growled. 

“Besides,” the shiny-eyed girl cut in, “it’s just a quick autograph. It’s not like its a huge deal.”

“Except you’re bothering us. So scram before I make–”

A tug at his shirt halted his words. Green glanced over at Red, who now stared at him with piercing eyes.

But behind the intense look was something else; a dullness and resignation. Red’s hand still trembled. He shook his head.

Green didn’t get his meaning until a different voice arose. 

“Wait, that’s Red?”

“I didn’t even recognize him, wow!”

“Looks like he’s giving autographs too!” 

Before, where there had only been two overly-loud girls, two more women and a man joined. 

“I didn’t know you were battling here too! Can you sign my hat?”

“Hey, Red! How many trials have you passed yet? Are you gonna challenge the league?”

“Of course he’s going to challenge the league! He’s the best pokemon trainer in the world!”

“Well, I don’t think he’s the best best. Have you seen Cynthia and her garchomp?” 

As two swelled to five, and five to ten, and ten to fifteen, Green found himself dislodged from Red’s side. 

“Hey!” Green snarled. Red’s nervous expression and trembling lip disappeared from view as another man stepped in his line of sight. “Get out of the way, fatass! We’re here on vacation, so leave us alone!” 

“Stop pushing!” A different voice said to him. The intense eyes of a teenager tried to bore holes into Green’s skull. “If you want an autograph, you’re gonna have to wait, ‘cause I was here first.”

Green had to gather all his remaining dregs of sanity to avoid punching the child. “Like hell you were. Now get out of my wa–”

Before Green could finish yelling, a surprised yelp from one of the men caught Green by the ear. He whipped around. He nearly missed Red bursting from the ground that had gathered around him, all blabbering on and on about meeting him and wanting an autograph. 

“Hey! Red! Where are you going?” someone from the crowd asked. 

Green shook his head, a hard pit of dread settling at the bottom of his stomach. 

“Red!” Green yelled. Shoving past people, Green couldn’t hear what was shouted at his back as he pursued Red. 

Green nearly lost him several times as Red turned down alleyways and dodged large groups of tourists. Following the palm trees with the nesting wingulls, Green finally burst onto a lone street. 

Besides the wet chatter of the ocean and the calls of pokemon around him, Green heard not a single human voice.

He shattered the silence with a shout of his own. “Red? Where are you?”

Green paused, keeping his eyes narrowed as he scanned up the street. From the corner of his eye, Red watched as the top of a palm tree shake. 

Green sighed. Shaking his head, he approached the palm tree with the shaking leaves. Two wingulls circled ahead, cawing. 

“Red, how did you even get up there?” Green called out, cupping his hands around his mouth. With a huff, he called out his pidgeot. Mounting the pokemon, Green took to the skies. 

He found Red huddled at the top of the palm tree. A wild wingull sat in his lap. With his entire hand shaking, Red held out a palm full of beans toward it. The wild pokemon pecked at his exposed flesh in hunger for the treats, leaving little red marks in its wake. 

Green sighed. “Red,” he repeated.

At the sound of his voice so close, the wingull took to the skies and fled. Red didn’t raise his head to greet him, however. He kept his hat low over his eyes and his chin tucked into his chest. 

Green scooted forward on pidgeot. “C’mon, it’s gonna be okay. They’re all gone. It’s just me and you, alright? How about we go back to the hotel, how does that sound?”

The beans soared through the air as Red flung them. His hands clamped over his ears. He shook his head harder, trembling.

His rising, panicked breaths cut through the fat silence that hung in the air. Green bit his tongue to still his worry, his own panic now rising into his chest. 

Fumbling for his pokeballs, Green hesitated. All his usual pokemon were too big, too hungry for battle, for this particular moment. Discarding his usual team, Green instead turned toward his more recently caught pokemon. 

With a determined look burning in his eyes, Green called out a Litten he had been gifted when he had first arrived. The sleepy pokemon meowed at him, its apathetic eyes not showing even a single trace of curiosity.

Green hesitated. He didn’t usually speak to his pokemon directly besides giving them an order during battle or to feed them. Likewise, usually when Red got… bad, his pikachu was usually out to comfort him. 

But right now, pikachu was in its ball. And Green knew exactly what sort of comfort Red needed in moments such as these, and that sort of comfort wasn’t anything he could give. 

With a little nudge, Green placed the confused litten in Red’s lap. The sleepy pokemon, once touching a lap, collapsed into a curled heap. 

Red jumped at the touch, his breathing still heavy, his shoulders still trembling. But Green still saw a smile grace his face at the sight of his litten. With a single finger, Red gently traced the edge of litten’s ear. 

Litten’s ears twitched at the touch. As Red started to scratch its small head, the little pokemon began to purr. 

Green sighed in relief as he watched Red devote all his attention and energy into petting the little pokemon. 

“I’m going to be right under here, Red,” Green said, still uncertain if he should speak or not. “I won’t let anyone bother you, promise. Okay?”

Red’s eyes finally rose to meet Green’s. Though rimmed with red, not a single tear clung to his eyelashes. A small, thankful smile graced his lips and he gifted Green a single, thankful nod. 

Relieved, Green nodded back before lowering his pidgeot back to the ground and recalling it. 

Green remained under the palm arms crossed, eyes narrowed, the palm leaves shook again. His tensed, muscled shoulders didn’t fall lax until a single, now still, strong hand clasped his shoulder.