#perceptre

SINGING IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT. 

At three in the morning, he should be more used to himself and the memories that feel more like a dream than reality.

    a smile on her face she nodded in response, utterly unaware of the genuine excitement she was feeling over this. as the bell rang && they move back to class a wisp of the thought 'something's wrong here' flitted through her mind -- but she paid no heed to it. she was just faking this, just pretending to be this girls friend to learn more about her quirk. right ?

Miyako had her eyes closed, trying not to focus on the great pain coming from her leg. She listened closely, not just to Wakako but also to the surroundings.

“If I fly when I land I’ll probably collapse, if I can make it far. If you carry me I can watch for them and listen, we’ll know if they’re there. I’ll try to stay awake long enough for us to leave. Do you like that idea?”

SHINE, YOU’RE A STAR.

okay this is for crow bc i don’t think i’ve ever. expressed my gay for them.

my general assumption with most people on meeting me is they hate me tbh. this is just a fact. i talk to you ooc, i will think you dislike me bc i’m talkative/annoying/whatever. this was the same for them because i was like “mmm they have pretty everything and i’m still basic with everything i do they’re gonna think i’m annoying.”

and then i made hikari, and alonzo and hikari became siblings and? i found out how much of a goddamn dork crow is.

crow is one of those people you want to notice you, to acknowledge you. maybe that’s just me or s/t because it’s hard for me to say that i don’t wanna actually. impress them? there’s a few other people i want to impress ( side eyes my gf and faust v hard. ), but it’s a smallish number of people if i’m honest

not to say i don’t like you if i don’t want to impress you

it’s just?? crow makes me wanna write more, do more. i see something they write and i am suddenly overcome with the need to write in kind, to amp up everything i do to be better and be the best i can be, as a writer.

KISS ME UNDER THE MISTLETOE.

    “ waka … hiding isn’t gonna make me go away. “

This part of the party is mostly private– Yukio is in the doorway talking to Stellar, but other than that, it’s just them. And yes, he took one for the sole purpose of seeking out his boyfriend and girlfriend for kisses, but all is fair in love and war. And right now, all he knows is that he looks at her and knows he wants this forever. Feels his heart strain against his ribcage at the emotion, but he tells himself to cool it and stick to his plan.

His clever and genius plan.

She’s hiding, but small prompting, lifting her with his hand, it’s enough to free her from her hiding. Had been hiding and turned red the second she saw the mistletoe, knows whats coming. But thankfully, he’s crafty.

He also stops before he gets too close, smiling warmly to her. A second passes, and he speaks in a low tone, the weight of his love pouring into his words as he fights to keep composure, to stop himself from kissing her in this second. He has to ask first, because he’s a good boy and cares about them so, so much.

    “ want a kiss, babe ? “

The question hits, despite her dazed state. She nods, sucking in a breath harshly when he resumes his movement to her lips.

The kiss itself is soft, sweet. He can’t just ravage her where he’s fairly aware his parents can hear, and Yukio will notice if he gets too handsy. So he’s gentle, sweet. Loving. Hums when its all said and done, drawing her in for an embrace. He’s smiling, something stupid and love struck. Should leave to find Tamaki before his boyfriend becomes a stuttering mess in a corner somewhere, but he wants to bathe in this for a bit longer.

Villains with unknown quirks were always, always, a pain to deal with. No exceptions. Usually with small thugs and such it wasn’t that much of a problem, but when someone managed to get so many big hits done and slip away unnoticed, it was quite worrisome.

And so, when he found himself in the middle of the street out of nowhere, away from the fight that was taking place mere seconds ago, he couldn’t stop the frustrated sigh. Now he had to figure out just where the hell he was and how to come back. A teleportation quirk maybe...? That would explain a few things.

Then, he looked around, spotting a girl wearing the U.A. uniform. For a moment, there was a smile on his lips, fond memories of his own school years coming back. However, that smile vanished as soon as he recognized her face.

He really didn’t want to go. It’s just too much people, and he knows it will be overwhelming and he’ll just end up in the quietest corner trying to tune out the world. He’ll just be a burden, and he hates it.

But if it was only for a little while, he could try… right? At least that should be better than giving up without doing anything, and she was trying so much to help him… With a tired sigh and a weak nod, he finally met her gaze.