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He looked up from his spot against the armrest of one of the couches, watching as the pink-haired girl dragged in one more last minute addition to their movie night roster. They already had a full house spread across both couches; the BakuSquad (minus Bakugou himself), Momo, Jirou, and Uraraka. Including one more would push them over the limit of the number of people able to comfortably share the space in front of the large screen television, but that didn't seem to stop Mina.

She came bounding in with a bright smile, her hand secured around one of Shoto's wrists, and didn't stop until she was in front of Kirishima, having successfully pulled Shoto into their plans for the evening. "Here, you can sit right here!" She released his wrist only when it was safe that Shoto wouldn't run off with some excuse to ditch their movie night, turning instead to Kirishima to wave a wild hand in his direction. "Move over, Kirishima! Make room for Todoroki!" She chastised.

Kirishima didn't protest, scooting himself away from the armrest to press closer up against his buddy Sero's side, agreeing with a quick, "Yeah, sure!" that made him sound all the merrier to include more of their friends, despite the limited space provided.

Mina helped push Shoto forward to accept the open space, before flashing Kirishima a look he wasn't quite able to read. It was one of her signature 'I'm up to something' grins, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what it could possibly be, besides trying to make sure one of their classmates who usually got left out was included for a change. He was all for that, as well. It wasn't manly to let someone feel left out!

Mina left in a hurry, her attention already distracted by another one of their friends, leaving Kirishima to turn to Shoto with a sheepish smile. "She managed to drag you in too, huh?" He aimed for light conversation while they waited for the movie to start.

“You’ll find no illicit goods here, hero. But if it eases yours and the Commission’s mind, you’re welcome to take a look around. Even if this is beginning to feel as though I’m targeted.”

Chisaki is a strange case of being a known criminal; yakuza, but without any hard evidence or his face to the crimes, there wasn’t anything to convict him of. Didn’t stop the government sending as many nuisances and low-tier heroes to inspect his facilities; this time being his private clinic.

He didn’t expect Hawks to be at his doorstep -- not literal; as the yakuza compound was firmly hidden away under Mimic’s ... well, mimicry.

“I simply ask that you don’t disturb my patients. They’re honest clients. Any questions you have can be directed to me.”

@musegalaxy | Random asks | Always open

Dabi has practically leapt off his bed in his confusion, having heard his name distantly chanted over and over before a barrage of something hits his door multiple times in quick succession before it's thrown open, Hawks boldly prancing inside and looking a bit too excited about something.

What the hell could be so important that landed on the hero's radar that he had to come and nearly give Dabi a damn heart attack about it?!

     Fatigue plagued his body like he had NEVER known before. Simply existing was exhausting to the point of being physically painful. To keep himself safe, he had to travel between worlds quite often. He couldn’t stay too long in the World of the Living, because he drew out Hollows with his unique reiatsu, and he was afraid he’d attract the attention of Soul Society. He didn’t dare stay in Soul Society much either, of fear of being found. That left Hueco Mundo, and being here... Was DIFFICULT. He had to more or less constantly fight off Hollows who wanted to eat him. It was also here he fed though, so he supposed he shouldn’t bear any ill will towards them for simply following their instincts.

     The dunes of Hueco Mundo were endless, and he had no real destination in mind as he walked. Ever since --- THAT DAY --- he... Had had a restlessness in his body. He was unable to stand still for very long, and often he would get this intense urge to just WALK. As if he could somehow leave everything behind him. Considering how tired he was, he should probably preserve his energy instead, but...

     The presence of a Hollow reiatsu had him stop. It was a reiatsu he had never felt before. Hollow, certainly, but STRONG. Much stronger than that of a Vasto Lorde. In the distance, he thought he could see a silhouette. Smaller than he had expected. Who --- was that?

@musegalaxy | Two bad cooks walk into a kitchen-

the way the wind blew when keigo took to the skies was always unmistakable. it had a certain tickle to it when those crimson wings fluttered and flapped. dabi would never admit to it, but on what skin he had left that he could feel the breeze with; he did enjoy it.

a blue flame exits his nose as dabi snorts. he looks to the back of his shoulder met with red and blonde. keigo's breath makes what hair is that is on mismatched patches of his skin stand on end, and for a moment he leans towards the voice.