#manofiron

It all came suddenly and without warning, as it seemed as if time and space seemed to simply tear at the seams in the middle of Times Square, sending everyone on the ever busy streets scattering before anything even came out... and oh boy, stuff definitely came out.

First came a huge beast, with the horns of a goat and crystal spines crawling down the length of it's back, who's each heavy step seemed to wither the concrete away beneath it... and in hot (pun intended) pursuit, a figure of living, molten flame, came rocketing from the breach just before it stitched itself back together.

Landing with a frustrated sigh as he sized up his mark.

"Outside time is over, Fido. Now come on home with me before someone like Eon gets his hands on you." Even as he spoke, he was already gathering flames in his hands- fully expecting the immediate attempt to flee, which of course he was met with.

Fireballs were flung all about trying to tucker the beast out, to no avail; the encounter quickly ending with the Pyronite accidentally blowing up an abandoned hotdog cart, and the creature managing to slip away under the cover of the smoke the other had created... escaping into the city at large.

"Jeez... Grandpa isn't gonna be happy about that." He said, looking down at the remains of food he'd just wasted... cocking his head as he looked at it, and then all around him. Things looked different.

"Uh, Blukic, Driba? What era did that thing drag me to?" He asked allowed, before his 'brow' furrowed and he tapped at the symbol on his chest. "Blukic? Driba? Rook? ANYBODY there?"

This continued for a moment, before the sound of something flying approaching made him turn around, molten sockets widening.

Casually eats popcorn with [?].

“Iｔ'ｓ  ａｌｌ ｒｉｇｈｔ, ｎｏｗ!                 ¡ʍou ‘ʇɥƃᴉɹ llɐ

  ★—The hot cocoa was a merciful offering on the frigid December morning. Toshinori was one of those types who enjoyed the diversity of the seasons - from the sweltering hot summers that wrung every drop of sweat from honey-tanned skin, to the icy, chilly winters that left noses and cheeks as red as the ornaments on the Christmas trees. Those taxing temperatures made the seasonal affectations and delectable bounties all the more appreciated; present offering included, as his dry, wind-chapped hands accepted the cup from Stark.

    Before he could issue his booming thanks, the inventor posed a most bewildering inquiry - prompting the blond to follow his gaze to the mistletoe secured overhead.

    The mistletoe. He had been so careful, up until this point. He had navigated around them all this time; walked sideways down the hallways, climbed into classrooms through the windows…  he’d even made use of the maintenance ducts, rather than contend with the obligations decreed by the wily flora. One just couldn’t be too careful during this time of year. 

    And indeed, even with all of his attentiveness, he’d neglected the presence of just one sprig. Now the younger instructor was regarding him with mischief and no polite declination in reach. 

  Glancing downwards, at the delicious drink in hand, the blond summoned a bold grin and a joyous posture that stemmed from a very genuine root of thanks, towards Stark’s enthusiasm for the season. He could manage this. It was just a game. He liked games. It was mischief and practical fun. If it was witnessed or mentioned, he could laugh it off and make a show instead, of encouraging the sentiments of a season that celebrated the ties of humanity. The holiday spirit was worth cultivating a few moments of personal courage and accelerated affinity, after all. He approached the challenge with the air of good-natured sportsmanship, and allowed surprise to manifest at the visual realization of the mistletoe in relation to Tony’s prompting. 

❝OH! YOU’VE CAUGHT ME FAIRLY, IT SEEMS!

                   HAHAH! LURED ME IN WITH THE HOT COCOA, EH?

                              I GUESS THIS ROUND IS YOURS, IRONMAN-SENSEI!❞

  All Might issued a hearty laugh, and ducked his height before his more refined considerations barred against it. His empty hand took purchase upon Stark’s shrugged shoulder, and a very incomplex kiss scored just at the side of the inventor’s wry mouth. It was brief, chaste, and all in the spirit of good fun. He just hoped that Tony didn’t mention it too much, too directly, or at all, really. His own composure was such a capricious veil sometimes.  

                                                  —Ｗ ｈｙ                                                                    ¿ʎɥM—                                                            

                                                       — ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ Ｉ ａｍ ｈｅｒｅ!!”

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BEEEEEEEP —- 

      ❛  HELLLLLLOOOOO —- ! APOLOGIES!!! CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE AS THE MOMENT BUT BY ALL MEANS LEAVE A MESSAGE — !!!! I’ll get back to you when I can — ! ALL MIGHT OUT — !!!!❛❜