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ME, BANGING ON THE LOV’S DOOR: BRING OUT THE OTHER TODOROKI BITCH
GIMME THE GOODS, HORI, AND NOBODY GETS HURT.
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@plusocha replied to your post
ME, BANGING ON THE LOV’S DOOR: BRING OUT THE OTHER TODOROKI BITCH
GIMME THE GOODS, HORI, AND NOBODY GETS HURT.

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is everyone in the department of heroics this loud?
shouta ducks his way out of the classroom, shoulders hunched, letting his hair curtain his face. (god, he’s glad it’s finally grown out enough that it can do that -- cutting it off in middle school was a mistake.) being transferred to the hero course is a culmination of his dreams, it’s what he’s worked for, and he’s grateful for it every day.
but hell if it isn’t a headache.
he can still hear that yamada kid’s quirk-enhanced babble from down the hall, and he hastens away from it, eyes down, glad to get away from the classroom during the lunch hour. yamada keeps trying to get him to sit with his group at lunch, but after several hours in a classroom with the rest of them, shouta needs some space. so he’s headed towards one of the quieter corners of campus; there’s a secluded spot outside with a nice, shady tree he likes to sit under while he eats.
when he rounds the corner, though, he almost bumps into the girl. she’s just standing there in the middle of the corridor, looking disoriented. shouta comes to a sudden halt, backpedaling to put some space between them. he expects her to do the normal thing and move, but when all she does is stare at him, he huffs, stuffing his hands into his pockets and hunching his shoulders further. “you’re in the way.”
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@plusocha.
‘ that was amazing ! you lifted it up like it was nothing ! how did you manage to get so strong ? ‘ fingers clasped excitedly as she looked to the heavier object now resting beside her. had she tried to lift it, she’d certainly have crashed. stamina didn’t mean strength-- ‘ i’d have fallen on my butt trying to move it .’
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Well, it’s one of the less self-destructive quirks she could have gotten, at least.
“My dear...are you feeling okay?” It must be hard to get used to.
* @plusocha.
HE’S NERVOUS, ADMITTEDLY. ain’t no rhyme or reason to it. be a little easier if there were anything out the window to stare at past the pass and go and pass and go of pillar after pillar, accompanied only by the occasional orange light washing over his face every few stops. it’s a torturous kind of stagnancy. why the hell did i choose the window seat?
the rest of the subway is otherwise abuzz with life around them, although it resonates much more like tv static ; that kind of white noise that just starts to sort of blur into the background after the first few minutes you’re submerged in it, leaving him entirely exposed to the almond - haired beauty at his side, their arms linked loosely, his knuckle daring to idly run over the lining of her sweater. she’s long since fallen asleep, cheek pressed into his arm warmly --- a candied sight for sore eyes had he not been wanting to chew his own foot off for its nervous habit of wagging so incessantly in his lap. how she hasn’t woken up yet is a little beyond him, but he ain’t about to complain. only fair when her company has taken the initiative to ensnare himself in this butt - fucking silence. not like he gave her much choice.
so when the automated lady’s voice finally comes over the speakers to alert them of their destination, it’s a blessing in sexy, sexy monotonous tones, the tension anchoring his gut immediately lifting as he does. he’s careful to mind her head upon doing so, fingers slipping down into her own and giving them little squeeze to bring her back into the world of the living.
❛ ------ y’ready, kid? ❜