#risingquirk

         “Ever think about cooking food on Todoroki’s fire side?” Midoriya asked his best friend, after taking a bite from a chocolate strawberry crepe. 

         He had his knees up against his chest as he sat on a bench on the boardwalk, a place he recently asked if Uraraka wanted to come here just to hang out. He even offered to buy her lunch, or some desserts. Honestly, he was the one who wanted to try the desserts. Though he didn’t want to do that alone, but he wasn’t really about to tell her that. 

He had no reason to explore outside of the Archimedes Ward. This city was just recently restored, there wasn’t nothing he needed to do. It would take some time before criminals started to show up, but at that point did it really matter outside of their own home? This place wasn’t dictated by the rules and laws he lived by.

        Lately, Midoriya found his days going into a routine. He would wake up,  walk around the city, text his friends to see if they had time to do anything with him. If so, go see them, part, continue his walk around the city, end up at the weird places, leave and to back to bed at the townhouse. 

         Some days he’ll ignore is routine by putting his costume on, just to mix it up and go on help cleaning up the city. But those became a routine too, no matter how he did it, no matter how he tried to make it exciting by jumping down the hole-- then forgetting it-- it always became a routine. 

         Same old, same old. It got pretty boring after awhile. So he tried again, to mix it up. 

         Of course, that as he started to head to the city’s edge.  He noticed someone, a peer of his. In fact, it was someone me missed the most-- one of his best friends. 

Noted!

“ uraraka - ? ”

panic and anxiety bubbling in him is quickly quelled at the sight of his long time friend, an air of relief escaping him as his lips draw into a large grin.

“ you don’t know how relieved i am to see you! does this mean everyone else is here, too? this feels like an awful dream…you know where everyone else is, right? is this the result of some strange illusion quirk? ”

Kirishima sat on the hard wooden floor of the empty school gym, scrolling through his phone. It was one of those rare days where he had no work after school, so it was a perfect opportunity to work out with his fitness pal— Uraraka. Although it was last minute, the two decided that today would be the day she teaches him some of her martial art moves. The thought of learning something new excited him, so he quickly pulled out his phone to text his friend. 

‹ to: Uraraka › hey, uraraka!

      “I got the mats out already, Uraraka-chan.” This is what passes for a greeting as he steps out of the gym and see her approaching, lifting his water bottle in a slight salute. A passing girl gives him a wide berth, making his small smile dim as he motions to the fountain. “Just let me fill this up and I’ll be right in, okay?”           Turning, he slips toward the nearest water fountain, eyeing the nearby vending machines idly. He’s not exactly hungry, but he won’t have anything to eat until dinner otherwise, but-- no, he can’t afford to waste the money. Giving the snacks one last idle glance, he heads back to the gym, beelining for the corner where the practice mats are set up. Setting his bottle next to his bag, he fiddles with the zipper on his school tracksuit before tugging it up. Best not to give Uraraka any advantages while they practice, even if he doesn’t think she’d take advantage on purpose. 

“Is it anything like Christmas? Are gifts exchanged as well?”