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                          Aizawa vc: God abandoned me on this beach....

kissing  day  asks!   accepting  indefinitely?

        shouta  doesn’t  initially  intend  to  give  him  thirty  one  kisses  from  the  top  of  his  head  to  the  very  edge  of  his  jaw,  but  he  does  count  them  from  the  beginning;  the  idea  to  connect  the  amount  to  the  occasion  (  hint,  hint,  it’s  someone’s  birthday  in  about  ten  minutes  )  hits  him  around  kiss  fourteen.  and,  yeah,  he  does  think  he’s  pretty  clever  for  it.

       kiss  thirty  one  is  a  direct  hit  on  the  mouth.  arms  drape  lazily  around  his  neck  and  he  stays  there  the  longest;  their  lips  move  together  as  though  it  was  what  they  were  made  to  do,  seamless.  it’s  almost funny  to  remember  the  first  one  they  shared  --  sure,  it’s  hardly  fair  to  compare  a  teenager’s  first  to  the  likes  of  them  (  two  grown  men  )  but,  how  far  we’ve  come,  huh?  

        when  he  comes  up  for  air,  shouta  does  so  with  a  hefty  exhale  and  he  lets  his  head  fall  to  rest  on  his  shoulder,  gaze  shifting  steadily  to  look  up  at  him  once  he was  settled  comfortably  against  him. 

❝     ...  happy  birthday,  old  man.     ❞

    Uraraka stumbled up the stairs to her teacher’s house, the flowery pink wrapping gently crinkling in her hands. She recalled back to earlier in the day, when her own father had gladly accepted a similar package, delighted to the point of tears, even. Somehow she had managed to scrounge up enough money for a real gift for her own dad, however she also wanted to show her appreciation for another less appreciated father figure in her life.

    At first when looking at her bank account, Ochako had given up hope on getting anything besides a homemade card for him. However, a little suggestion from Aizawa, (which came as a fair shock) and Uraraka revised her gift plan.

    Reaching up, she pressed a soft finger pad onto the doorbell of her teacher’s house. After hearing a bit of a kerfuffle, and something that may have possibly been a swear, Ochako saw the doorknob begin to turn before her. Her small hands gripped the rosebud pattern of the wrapping paper, heart swelling with the gratitude and respect the pink flower symbolized.

    Without even looking up, Uraraka quickly pushed the gift at her teacher, who seemed a bit like he had possibly just gotten out of bed. “Um, hello, yes, Mic-sensei?” The carefully thought out words in her head were lost in a flood of pure embarrassment, the redness rushing to her already rosy cheeks. “I know this may seem super sudden, and stuff, but I just thought since it was father’s day, it might be a good time possibly to give you something as a form of thanks for everything you do for us as students and also supporting me as a teacher.”

    Ochako thought of the contents of the package she was now holding out towards Mic. It was a ridiculous idea, in her opinion. But she had gotten a special demo version of the very first ‘Uravity’ merch sent to her for approval. It was only a pink shirt, printed with her title under a cartoony version of her visor, along with a coffee mug of similar design and a pink lanyard with her title printed along the side. At first, Uraraka wished to completely deny even the concept of her own merchandise, but RyuKyu advised her otherwise, stating that merch was a great way of getting yourself out there as a hero, and it would be wise to take the opportunity while it was there. However, that didn’t mean Ochako wanted any of her own merch. No, it was when she was explaining this to Deku and Iida in the hall before class that Aizawa had given her the idea of giving it away as a gift to someone if she, quote, “hated the damn stuff so much.”

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        ❛    MIC - SENSEI?    that’s  an  easy  one!    ❜    fists  clench  excitedly  at  his  chest  as  if  to  convey  exactly  that,   face  alight  in  nothing  short  of  complete  and  total  admiration.     

❛    —   i  mean,   it’s  easy  enough  to  say  that  you’ve  got  the  best  kind  of  style  all  around  in  both  presentation  and  aesthetic,   bar  none   ;   but  what  really  makes  the  difference  is  just  how  perceptive  you  are  to  top  it  off!    

         a  lot  of  flashier  heroes  tend  to  put  all  their  stock  into  their  over  -  the  -  top  appearances,   ostentatiously  running  themselves  into  the  ground  in  overall  execution  and  tossing  all  their  capabilities  as  strategists  and  critical  thinkers  to  the  wind  in  terms  of  media  rep  because  of  it   —   but  you’re  not  like  that  at  all,   right?    your  impeccable  intelligence  is  just  as  renowned  as  your  boom  -  boom  technique!    you’re  bringing  way  more  to  the  table  than  your  quirk  really  accounts  for,   which  is  super  important  to  people  like  me! 

hell,   even  my  dad  used  to  stay  up  listenin’  to  your  radio  show  when  i  was  a  little  younger.    he’d  always  be  like,   ‘  this  is  a  guy  who  knows  what  he’s  about.    he’s  got  big  things  to  say  and  he  ain’t  afraid  to  say  ‘em.  ’    and  even  though  i  was  still  sort  of  an  impressioable  kid,   that  sentiment  really  resonated  with  my  young  mind,   y’know?    it’s  important  to  be  expressive  like  that.    not  a  whole  ton  of  heroes  are  willing  to  show  versatile  sides  of  themselves,   so  i  really  looked  up  to  that  image  you  struck  when  i  was  growing  up   —   like  you  don’t  have  to  be  so  stoic  n’  stuff  just  ‘cuz  you’re  a  hero.    you  can  be  fun,   too.

        “    quite different from what you’d expect with the mask,  isn’t it??    ”