#nothispcwn

                “I said.. Sit down and shut the fuck up.” A warning, her colours cycling through her markings at an alarming rate. A method used to disorient and warn all at the same time. Like a walking strobe light, she stood there with her arms crossed and displeasure written on her features. Being messed with in general wasn’t in her to-do list for today but it seemed as though nothing would be going to plan. There’s a hiss in her throat and the next touch was the last straw on the camel’s back. She doesn’t hesitate, claws grasping clothing as she negated the field around her to make it easier to slam the larger person over her bowed knee and sit him down. Her claws discharged a few arcs as she tasered him into silence and growled out an odd series of clicking noises in her annoyance. “Polyps these days, they just don’t know what it means to respect another individual.” 

             It’d only been a few days since he arrived here and still, he found himself bewildered and amazed by the complexity that existed here. Humans weren’t just humans anymore, some looked morphed with other elements, a majority could do things he wouldn’t expect-- his fascination compelled the serpent to investigate more and it seemed these things were called ‘quirks’ and they mysteriously began appearing some time ago. Reeves was elated, this mysterious find was absolutely marvelous and he wanted to know all there was! However, it seemed infighting was still prominent among the human species and he wondered how they fared in this world with such abilities at their disposal. It seemed he’d gotten his answer a bit sooner than he would’ve liked when he himself was caught in the crossfire of some kind of conflict. 

A bystander is what they’d call him, he thinks, or a civilian; but it didn’t matter. The serpent didn’t have any outward reaction to any of it, simply observing silently where he stood to take in what was going on. He would be fine, after all. So it didn’t matter to him much-- but when he felt a fairly hot hand on his shoulder to pull him back, a squeak left the small deity and he turned mismatched hues to the one who pulled him out of the apparent line of fire. Duality. That’s his first thought when he sees this one. Though it becomes clear he’s at a disadvantage while he’s trying to protect civilians. Perhaps he should step in and minimize the damage caused? He says nothing, simply reaching up and gently patting the male’s hand on his shoulder before removing it while he turned his gaze to the one causing all the fuss, that analytic and disapproving gaze twisting his usually jovial expression. 

Trying to comprehend what happened next would be difficult for anyone, because before anyone could make sense of his existence being there-- the deity had the troublemaker on his front and pinned down beneath his small body. He’d transported himself where he’d last walked and sunk his fangs into the man’s shoulder to paralyze him, all in the span of seconds, to neutralize the threat at hand. His knee across arms folded back, the crater beneath the two a bewildering effect since it did not appear that Reeves would weigh much at all or have that much force in his tiny body-- but really, he simply adjusted his weight to feel as if he were the one of his natural body size as a serpent. 

shinso’s hair is fluffy and soft. shoto needs no other reason.

@insoucicnce

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          As if his disheveled appearance wasn’t enough already; Todoroki distorts his already unkempt lavender curls for reasons unknown. It has Shinso using his mind more than ever, trying to decipher the meaning, the cause, the reason for this gesture. Perhaps, he thinks, something was caught in his strands. But the longer fingers remain dancing with his hair, the more he strays from this conclusion. It would not take one such an exaggerated amount of time, and movement, to rid of whatever matter reposed in the nest that is his hair.

It is not irritation or ire that bubbles in the boy, no, Shinso turns into a curious cat. He remains idle, lost in thought, enabling Todoroki to freely explore his locks a bit more until he begins.

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          Here he was, in the arms of Shōto Todoroki, the arms that saved him from undergoing the pain that came from a drop. A hand supports his back as an arm is under his legs, it is a hold that enables his sight to focus on nothing but the student from the hero course; he sees a face that isn’t easily swayed to change in expression, a face of a cool hero. Todoroki, the fame that came with his name only gave the illusion that grace never abandons him, even under the most pressuring of circumstances. And for a moment, it was as if the other was a statue, its allure reposing in the ever-lasting stillness. Never in a million years has the boy thought that slipping on his capturing weapon would produce this outcome, being weightless for another.

But my, how mistaken he was to judge a book by its cover.

What was once a pillar suddenly quavered, and it doesn’t take long for Shinso to connect the dots. Has Todoroki lost his balance? Before anyone of them has time to brace themselves, both take the ride of the mighty fall. Gravity bullies the boys as it tugs them down towards the pavement and, Shinso thanking destiny, the brainwasher was the pillow for their blow. What Todoroki tried so hard to prevent became reality. However, it didn’t enrage Shinso in the slightest bit that he failed, rather, the feeling of embarrassment decorates him with blushes; was his weight to blame?

Seven words || accepting || @nothispcwn

He wanted to argue. Really, but he didn’t. It was unreasonable and both would just move in a circle if he starts. This isn’t an argument either of the two of them could win. So the brainwasher is not going even to start.

He still blamed himself. He was to ‘exhausted’ too, he just wanted to sleep. 

“ I told you not to answer me” a sigh. But honestly, he couldn’t blame the other, Without context, Todoroki probably assumed Shinsou said that cause he didn’t want to talk. 

“ I’m still sorry. For accidentally brainwashing you” even if it was just for like..a few seconds “ my…” he shook his head, stopping himself form giving a proper explanation. 

Injury Starters

                     He is the son of the pro hero, Endeavor, without a doubt the assailants would flee off and let their prey be taken care of by the hands of this boy. Eyes that usually adorn a tired nature narrow, sharp as daggers, as they pierce at the sight of their departure. How ignorant, Shinso thinks, was his protests to be left alone by them not enough? Were they unable to decipher a face when it is upset? Did they not hear the venom in his voice? Even if these questions are ones that he fully knows the answers to, Shinso lets them conquer his mind. With a quirk like his, brainwashing, of course people would deafen their ears and ignore him so as to protect themselves. The reality alone has him enraged, he clutches at the loose ends of his capturing weapon.

This isn’t to say that he was ungrateful for Todoroki, no, far from it. In this silence, he dedicates himself to think highly of the student. Once in a blue moon would anyone defend the brainwasher when numerous attackers would hound him. For the other to stand by his side, no matter the quantity, has Shinso feeling thankful in more ways than one. The world could use more heroes. The world is in shortage of people like him.