#ofhurt

Send me📝 and my muse will reveal their thoughts about your muse.

Their first impression: "He's a very kind but also very nervous person."

Their current impression: "I like being around him and I am a little surprised that occasionally he...gets this strange confidence that it almost seems...unbelievable. He surprises me a lot sometimes."

What they like the most about your muse: "I think his best quality is his curiosity, not just about heroes but about other things too. It's never bad to be eager to learn."

What they dislike the most about your muse: "I think there's one thing I don't like much...and that's when he sort of...hyperfocuses. On some occasions I see him almost...zone out as if he's thinking really hard about something...and it sometimes worries me because I don't know if I should ask him about it or not since he quickly changes topic."

What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.): "I mean he has never stated it but I'd like to think we're good friends. He's doing a lot for me and I hope I can return the gesture."

A general opinion of their relationship: "Our friendship is purely accidental but it's one of my closest ones I've had so far and I hope we can stay this close for years to come."

He stop walking further in the woods. Here to look for a meal, he easily note the scent of a person.

Hiding or not, the feral entity knew somebody was there & he refused to go closer. 

After a moment of silence, a growl emanate from the wolf boy, not amused in the slightest.

【 💉 】— Ludwig only had his sights set on one BLU in particular; the one who he deemed a marvelous achievement to not only himself, but medical science as one knew it. Certainly the harassment of Antoine wasn’t necessary to gain back his experiment for round 2, but it made for a good laugh, and all-in-all the RED loved a good laugh with his questionable antics. 

His BLU counterpart, however, was a near perfect antonym. The amoral to his immoral. While Ludwig saw his teammates as more experiments than anything, taking into account the specifics of their bodies and mindsets while he theorized on how to improve their bodies while also dabbling with new concepts. Wolfgang saw them as mere bodies. He cared not for the specifics of the individual, he cared not for the type of procedure he was preforming on the individual, it was highly doubted he used any form of anesthesia. While Ludwig had questionable morals, Wolfgang possessed none.

The RED doctor didn’t intend on spending any time with Wolfgang other than on the field, and even then he avoided the man. That doctor was a mockery to medicine. And coming from the opinions of Ludwig, one who relished in the fact that he was beyond the standards laid out by medical professionals across the world, that was saying plenty. Sadism still required feeling, it was the pleasure one gained through causing harm. He saw this as a game, something he found himself giggling at whenever he pushed a liiiiittle hard with a scalpel, but ultimately he at least soothed the patient with painkillers and a quick laugh or two. Wolfgang gave nothing. He was not a sadist, he was a monster. There were no emotions attached to that man, even with his own team.

With that in mind, RED was shown no mercy of any sort.

It’s not like the bar was very high in the first place.

It takes you two hours or so, to realize there is a villain Deku on your followers list. 

 ENEMIES TO LOVERS,  LOVERS TO ENEMIES AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN

It was once again coincidence that their paths had crossed, this time after she found a lethally wounded hero and all that was left for her to do was to bring him an ambulance. But for some reason, she found herself doubting that it was just coincidence - it was happening rather often.

So she questioned him on why they kept meeting in the most strangest ways...and his words only made feelings rise to the surface that she wasn't allowed to show. He said that people like her were drawing people like him to themselves like moths being drawn to a flame. "I...am not someone to be drawn to. I need to focus on being a good heroine - to do what I'm supposed to do - to protect people!" But a small part of her knew that she couldn't always save people.

Her eyes lowered for a moment before Izuku spoke again and she looked back up. There was a small chill that ran down her spine - because he was right! In the weeks that followed their meeting, she had consciously and unconsciously opened herself up to him about her herowork, her family, some of her issues and even her view of her own life! It had been so easy and...nice talking to him but she had also given him power over her without even realizing it! If he had any ulterior motives, he would want to take advantage of that.

And now...she was here, sitting on his lap, letting herself be explored as if she were an ancient artifact to be studied and deciphered. She felt him pull away from her, mind still a little distracted from the kiss to fully focus on what he said until she felt his thumb trail across her cheek and then trail down her bottom lip and she gazed up at him in surprise and wonder. Dangerous? Why would falling in love be dangerous? Did he not see himself as someone capable of receiving love? Feeling his hand trailing down her back, a small sigh left her at the feather-light contact before allowing him to pull her closer against him and she leaned a little forward before he did the same and her eyes fluttered shut.

But instead of being blessed with another kiss to her lips, his face buried into her neck before his words carried into her ears and for a moment...she just smiled, hands holding onto his sides before going over to his shoulders to loosely wrap around his neck.

"Isn't that what happens when you fall in love - to never want to let the other person go?" she asked. Of course, she doubted he really meant forever but if love was dangerous, she would face danger like she always did. "If it means I can be close to you...then I will throw myself head first into danger!" Her hold on him tightened a little. "Keep me here if you want. I wouldn't have come if I didn't know of this risk." Please don't let me go!

Have the sending muse tell the receiving muse something they’ve always wanted to tell them!

This wasn't the first time she had allowed him to invite her over - she had done this before. She had felt safe enough with him before to open herself up to him on such a level. And maybe it wouldn't even be the last! Because his fascination - they way he payed so much attention to her was almost...mesmerizing to her! Not even her parents could make time to even try and just look into her the way he did! So of course, she had to ask just what it was that he wanted from her - why he spent so much time with her - on her - even when she wasn't even around.

And then, she was surprised as he caged her against the wall, feeling the warmth of his body seep through her clothes and she stared at him in stunned silence. His eyes narrowed and the smirk that formed on his lips gave the impression of a predator having caught his prey, ready to devour it whole! Ochako's hands pressed flat against the wall, a small voice in the back of her head telling her to run but her legs remained rooted where she was as he leaned down. A small shiver ran down her spine as his breath carried his words into her ear and slowly, her eyes widened.

What? Ruin me?

That thought was pushed away for something that seemed to have been of more importance - the one thing he said when they had met and which she didn't ponder about until now.

...you can never be too careful...

Was...this what he meant when those words slipped from his mouth?

"Ruin me?" she finally asked in a low whisper as if the words were foreign to her. She tried to think of any time he would've even hinted at wanting to ruin her...but all she saw in her memories was a bright smile and utter kindness towards her. How could a person like that even manage to want to ruin someone?