#mistblows

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

  ★—It was late in the evening; his duties at U.A. had been wrapped up an hour or two ago, and the blond was contented with all that had been achieved that day. The students were flourishing under Shouta’s capable (if taciturn) guidance, and it would be ten or so hours before he, himself would need to muster his strength again as the ‘Symbol of Peace.’ Soft steps traversed a quiet sidewalk - the solitude immediately surrounding him was profound, if not unpleasant. For now, he was merely a frail, nondescript fellow laboring a small bag of simple groceries back home - no one addressed him, and he didn’t vie for notice. Toshinori was grateful enough for that he supposed; as they augmented the students’ training regimens and tests - more and more was being required of him in order to help drive their progress. Contented, yes, he was. But also exhausted.  

  That was the most patent source of his despair, then, when the wall of the establishment next to him suddenly burst into rubble!! Beams fell to the cadence of the beastly villain’s remorseless laughter. Bits of stone and glass rushed past him in the destructive gale - slicing his right sleeve and the edge of his chin. The injuries went unnoticed, while the abhorrent presence of the maniac settled their arrival deep into the minds of those fleeing from the crumbling building. Could he do it!? Could he conjure just ten more minutes of strength into his veins?

        ‘It doesn’t matter if I ‘could’! I WILL DO IT!’

   Already, his lungs were drawing in as much air as the raw passageway of his throat could stand - he would shift his form in the dust and confused debris, and he would issue assurance to the scattering populace that his arrival, indeed, had sealed the end of this reprobate’s terrorism. 

  Somehow, the defiance in his electric gaze warranted the notice of the destructive despot, and he howled on about ‘making examples of the ungrateful elderly’. The villain raised two massive chunks of cement, broken away from the rest of the building’s foundation - and drove a fist through the center of each, donning them like boxing gloves. Toshinori’s eyes narrowed as he prepared to engage the enemy. It was better, to him, that the lowlife was directing his focus on one target - rather than attempting to catch the populace in collateral damage.   

   It never occurred to him that in spite of this villain’s abrupt and seemingly unprovoked appearance, another hero would have been just as swift to answer the violent challenge. 

                                        —Ｗ ｈｙ                                                                     ¿ʎɥM—                                                            

                                                                 — ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ Ｉ ａｍ ｈｅｒｅ!!”

“Do you have a red pen?”

girl n o.

You’re like …. a fetus- why this?

JFC this isn’t even all of them.

    “ TCH ! this is too much fucking effort. “

Regardless of how he feels about physical education, he’s still running as fast as he can through the obsticle course-- he knows the faster of their class is at the end, which isn’t as much of an issue as some would believe. He is kind of able to keep up with the best of the best in terms of speed.

SEND “NO PLEASE” FOR MY MUSE TO DIE IN YOUR MUSES ARMS.

Send “goodbye” for your muse to die in the arms of mine

(x)

   blake had watched, in complete and utter horror, as mao was struck. the splatter of blood had hit her, staining her shirt since they were i nclose proximity during this fight.

   “NO!”

   she charged at the one who had hit mao, quickly disarming him and knocking him out. she dropped to her knees and cradled the other, burying her face into the crook of mao’s neck. she couldn’t help her tears or her quiet sobs, her body shaking heavily.

-stares at-