#lifewarper

     “  miya! ”   the girl called out, moving down the hall towards his dorm room. finally, a day off school which meant actually hanging out with her friends ; konomaki hadn’t been able to see him for almost a week with all of the school work and training that UA had piled on, so she was grateful to finally spend some time with him. as she reached the door, her fist gently knocked upon it before feet stepped back.   “ don’t tell me you’re still sleeping! ”

tensō clings to existence as sisyphus clings to his boulder,   if implicit puppetry at the hands of all for one meant he had some kind of freewill. it no longer is a choice, cause suffering or suffer. tensō isn’t strong enough to choose the latter, it’s not long after his creation before he complies under the threat of persecution. handed a purpose and told to act or reap the consequences. the first time was the hardest, but it gets easier each time he has to do it, although tensō finds it depends on the victim. the grotesque don’t compare to the mundane and innocent. 

          the good thing about yuuei, that shouhei finds to his own liking, is definitely the training grounds on campus -- the many varieties within the confinements of the school gives way for everyone to train whenever they’d like before curfew. with that in mind, the boy finds himself making his way to the archery grounds, his newly upgraded arrows snug in his bag along with his bow in his hand, metal cold to touch. what he doesn’t expect is his friend running up to him from behind and then promptly jumping onto his back / like a koala. shouhei stumbles forward, arms flailing briefly before his free arm immediately reaches behind to support the boy. ‘ m - miya ! ’ he wheezes out, initial panic and surprise melting away into a quiet burst of wheezing laughter, head shaking the slightest bit. ‘ ugh, i really could’ve dropped my bow and arrows, you know. i just got them upgraded too ! ’

              head tilts downwards, chin slipping from where it rests upon his palm, body jolting from his previously asleep posture, forehead almost ready to thump rather loudly against the desk. shouhei groans lightly, stretching a bit before he slumps in his seat, rubbing at his eyes. he doesn’t register the hand in his already-mussed locks, black-blueish strands sticking up from his friend ruffling it. irritated noise slips past his lips as he fixes it, glaring ( in a playful manner ) at his classmate, violet optics adjusting to their surroundings. ‘ mh – i hope you woke me up for something important . . . ’ even though the other boy hadn’t really contributed directly to his waking up. 

              ‘ huh - what ? did i say something wrong ? ’ shouhei’s known for his rather blunt mouth, unknowing of how to sugarcoat things due to his upbringing, and his ability to turn people irate without really meaning to. with a blink, he tugs his arm back from the grip, blinking rather owlishly at his friend. ‘ um, er - ’ he fidgets a bit, nose scrunching, feet kicking at the dirt. ‘ s … sorry if i – hurt your feelings ? ’ it comes out as a question rather than what he’s originally going for, visage flushing a rosy pink color. he’s not very good at owning up to his own mistakes but he doesn’t want to mess up with someone who’s stuck beside him for a while now without once complaining and leaving.

            stares for a bit. 

            sticks tongue out too ( but not as obviously ).