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Only Sonia possessed a silver tongue sharp enough to sway the Great Overlord of Ice into attending a party, the reclusive breeder more content to spend his time with his animals than other people. Still, it made her happy, even if Gundham always did manage to lose her at some point amongst the crowd.

Oh well, he had found a way to make things a little more fun, not with drink this time, but with smoke. A few friends fellow arbiters in the ways of beasts had offered him a joint after seeing him sulking in the corner, and who was he to say no?

It wasn't long after that Gundham started to feel much better about being in such a loud, crowded place, a feeling that only grew after spotting pink hair through a small group that had gathered on the makeshift dance floor.

"Now, take a deep breath and move into trikonasana..."

The soft, female voice that came out of Sonia's laptop computer complimented the new age-y soundtrack that otherwise filled the room. Slow and even tempos, not unfit for the likes of a luxury spa or, in her case, her daily yoga practice.

At 6:15 AM, the main school building of Hope's Peak Academy was, blissfully, deserted. Also blissfully, her chosen classroom faced east, just as she'd asked for, and so Sonia Nevermind would begin her day with the sunrise, stretching, flexibility, and centering her calm, pose, and focus to begin her school day with a clear head and unburdened soul. It was something she'd begun at home, a sort of therapy that helped her face all of the challenges and demands put upon her on a daily basis.

And while Hope's Peak decidedly offered different sorts of challenges, Sonia found it equally useful in Japan. But her dormitory room offered the wrong sort of light and view: it faced the West, not the East, and she preferred to practice her poses with the sunrise. Therefore, a request given to Miss Yukizome had secured Sonia an empty classroom each morning, so she could exercise in peace, quiet, and serenity.

Sonia did as the recording instructed, inhaling deeply before placing one foot in front of the other on her yoga mat, her stance wide, before bending at the waist towards the front leg, one hand set upon a yoga block while the other arm extended straight in the air. She turned her gaze towards the ceiling, holding the pose, breathing evenly-

Until she was interrupted by Kazuichi Soda's yelling about the size of his posterior, the boy climbing out of an open vent to come across her, still holding her triangle pose, but now infinitely more tense than she'd been when she started. The recording prompted her to move out of that pose and into uttanasana, but she ignored the class lesson plan in order to, in the following order:

1. Give a yelp of surprise.

2. Stare at him, wide-eyed, realizing that he'd caught her clad in a pale green tanktop and leggings that left little to the imagination and in a suggestive pose, her long hair in a messy, sweaty braid over her shoulder.

3. Turn a shade of pink he hopefully couldn't see in the dim light of the upcoming sunrise before straightening herself, marching over to her laptop and hitting the pause button.

@mechatiqe asked:

⭐️ // choose a dr character / oc of ur choice (Send ⭐️ (or multiple) for a headcanon about our muses.)

(First of all, I didn't realize I wasn't following you, G. Hihihihi! Second of all, gonna pick Hiyoko for a headcanon. And it's mostly that she thinks Kaz is an idiot who makes things SO much harder on himself than they need to be.

Constantly putting his own foot in his mouth and saying dumb things before he speaks...plus his constant insistence that he's straight is really overcompensating, even if he turned out to be 100% straight. And even if he didn't...who cares? Half their class is gay anyway, why's he so stressed about it (she doesn't know)?

"hey man, y'think you could take a look at my bike? somethin's not right with it." normally mondo would send his motorcycle to his usual mechanic if it broke down, or he'd try to get one of his boys to fix it for him. however, with him being tight on cash this week, the leader of crazy diamond had to come up with a new solution, and fast. thankfully, he'd heard word of mouth about a certain mechanic, he might as well try his luck.

Death is a familiar presence to someone like Fuyuhiko. He wasn't afraid of dying--expected to, sometimes. Even the most honed warrior couldn't protect one from illness, though. For that person to be some random kid that isn't even related to him, Kazuichi sure is feeling a lot.

The feeling part isn't the bad thing. The bad thing is that now--the energy of the whole room had been upended. Everyone left except for him. Fuyuhiko pensively taps his foot and sighs. There's no easy way to make that idiot bounce back, is there? Not like Fuyu didn't care--he's just simply desensitized.

死 > ❝Yeah, well--You won't ever know the answer to that, so there's no use in beating yourself up. Besides, everyone left, y'know why?❞

The yakuza bonks a gentle fist on top of Kazuichi's head, trying his best to crack what is no doubt an unpracticed smile. Struggling, in fact.

「 ☆ 」 ❝ Well, excuuuuuse me for thinking I can be maternal when needed... It's not like I've comforted YOUR crying ass before or anything. ❞ He huffs, confident no one is around to hear the admission that he's capable of showing compassion. Frankly, he hadn't expected so many bingos; or to feel as though he was being Called Out by the card itself. So naturally, he jumps on the opportunity to distract from his own internal floundering.