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Izuku blinks, shock overtaking his expression. He really wasn't expecting that, his eyes already shining with unshed tears. He stared down at his bowl of rice, head bowed in the attempt to hide it. He cleared his throat a couple of times, not really trusting himself to form words.

"You...um." Izuku's voice cracked. "You mean that?"

It was the only thing that made sense. He'd never really had someone tell him before; until his Mom. Since she was gone, it didn't really...make sense. He's just here at the Butterfly Mansion for now until he's well enough to try his hand at forging.

"Gyah!" it was clear he wasn't exactly expecting company; green orbs snapping open and picking up his head from the moutain of paperwork. Crap, had he been caught?! He'd felt a bit woozy so closed his eyes for a second, ignoring the pale cheeks for the most of the way.

"Oh, crap...sorry!" Scrubbing crust from his eyes with one hand, he was quick to straighten up and offer a smile. "Uh, did you need help with anything...?" If he changed the subject, was he able to avoid the point he looked like shit? He wasn't prepared to stop for the day yet! Even though hot springs sounded tempting, he wanted to get a bit more ideas written down, or...anything.

Kikyo & Muzan

@occultage said : On a day with absolutely nothing important to do, how does Grace spend his time?

i fear grace ever really has days where he's got 'nothing important to do' until he's living on erid, but on his off-days as a teacher, he would usually spend the day finishing up lesson plans and labs for the week, grading assignments to be handed back the following week, real boring stuff like that. he does, however, like to take some time to go to the beach when he can, not necessarily to swim, but just to sit on the shore and watch the waves, listen to the ocean. it soothes him, having grown up near the great lakes, and it reminds him of home to some extent.

Sweat dribbled down Tanjiro's forehead, having to use a stick to keep himself upright. Honestly, when Zentisu asked him the last time he had eaten or showered; he truly didn't have an answer for that. He's very aware that lying wouldn't be an option either; Zenitsu knew him well enough not to mention his face always gave him away.

@occultage sent: “ It’s strange… how everything reminds me of you. ” - Obanai

Mitsuri gave a curious tilt of her head, intrigued by Obanai's words, which made her heart feel warm in her chest. "Does it really?"

She reached out to gently take his hand in both of hers, a soft pink dusting over her face as she smiled at him. It made her happy to know he thought of her, more than she could even say - even if she tried to put it in words, she knew she would only ramble and talk over him. She didn't want to do that.

Why on earth did Izuku think this was a good idea? He'd been told, specifically, under no circumstances was he to practice his breathing technique...especially without supervision. Yet what did he do? Shatter another training sword alongside his arm and successfully covered himself in rubble. Bonus points for doing it close enough that Tsubasa, his Kasugai Crow, had flapped off to get a hashira. His good hand bashed against the ground a couple of times, frustration escaping in the form of tears. While he knew he wasn't going to continue as a slayer, the least he could do was not be a liability and use the breathing techniques to enhance his forging...!

Kokushibo would never call it wasting time, but his favorite pastime is probably practicing sword forms when nobody is watching.

Even after centuries of mastery, he still refines tiny details—adjusting a stance by a fraction, repeating the same movement hundreds of times, searching for a perfection he’ll never quite reach. Hours can pass without him noticing.