#runmusedotexe

@run-muse-dot-exe for the uni AU as discussed ❤️

It was just his luck. New year, new week, and as the gods willed it, his coffee maker, one he had spent a considerable amount on for a man who did not quite love coffee as much as some of his colleagues- had decided to give up on life after a good three years of working flawlessly. It did not change much for Akaguro, but it did mean that he had to get his caffeine this morning elsewhere, and quite quickly, too, considering the machine's malfunction had very much not been a plan of his.

As much as Chizome did speak out against the crazed progress of technology, he did profit from it, too. It took him less than a minute to find a cafe on campus that would not be too out of his way while he rushed to work. He had a new class to instruct and old classes- moving up in years- to lead into the new year. His notebook bore the names of the new students, as well as the names of those who had been under his wing in various studies for a long while now. Basic anatomy, Autopsy lab hours and Cardiology. He'd volunteered to take on a class as their homeroom teacher for the first time, mostly, out of curiosity. On the other hand, it would get colleagues like Todoroki Enji off his back.

The cafe is simple, traditional in its decorations, and cheap- affordable to students and teachers alike. The selection was far more vast than he'd like it to be, and truly, that would be his biggest obstacle.

❝ Hello. ❞ the barista looks at him with bleak curiosity and something similar to intrigue. He hasn't been here before, and he does feel somewhat obnoxious, towering over the young woman behind the counter at his 6'5. Crimson scans the menu written in pretty cursive on the blackboard above her, and Chizome sighs, scratching the back of his neck as he tips his square-framed glasses over the curved bridge of his nose. ❝ Do you.. have.. just coffee? Simple, black, no.. sugary additions and all that. ❞ He irritates himself with the question, but his voice is cool and polite. The girl nods and rings him up with a smile, and the payment process is fast, given that Akaguro does not use cash anymore- cards are far simpler. His drink is ready quickly too, and for that, he is grateful. He won't have to rush too much. And yet, he rushes enough to not notice the figure walking towards the counter, towards him, her head down, like his. Chizome runs into the young woman much like an oaf, and it startles him, although he doesn't drop his coffee or his bag, slung across one shoulder, but rather, reaches for her arm, holding her steady. ❝ Ah- I apologise, I was not looking where I was.. ❞ His words are lost to any further additions as he recognises one of his best students. A brilliant young woman, the daughter of the very colleague who's gotten him to become a homeroom teacher. ❝ Todoroki-san. Please forgive me, I was careless. ❞ A smile ghosts his lips, something reserved for a handful of people on the planet, among them, the lovely girl before him, with skin as pale as a lily, hair as soft as snow. A cheesy description, but it fits. She's attentive- in his class, at least, she has always been. Precise, with wonderful handwriting. Active and polite, with a steady but gentle voice. Chizome is very aware of his admiration for her crossing quite a few bounds, and yet, he cannot blame himself. Especially not now, with her standing before him.

❝ It seems I've made a good choice picking this place for a morning coffee if my star pupil is here. Are you here to get something for your first class of the day, too? ❞

The most important detail, though - and the one that has her eyes flitting this way and that as she tries not to let her anxiety show... is that they don't have any clue who the songwriter is. Meaning they have no idea that she's the one to made it to begin with. Is it bad to try and use this chance to get an honest opinion? Kazuho can't help but feel a little guilty, but... it's fine, she thinks, really. She'll just tell them right after she knows if they liked it!

"And... what did you think about it?" Kazuho asks, her voice both cheerful and curious - but to her own ears, a bit too awkward to sound completely casual. In all likelihood, her nervousness probably isn't actually that obvious, but because she can hear the pounding of her own heart...

"Was it good? I'm kind of curious, now!"

@run-muse-dot-exe for the "canon" bloodsnow timeline, because I really wanted Hari and Yumi to meet🩵

It's not stalking. It's not, because he's done stalking before, usually on behalf of Kai, and this isn't it. The young Todoroki girl should know he was there, because clearly, Akaguro was prone to telling her more than he really should. it's not stalking, also, because Hari isn't outright hiding. Not that he usually needs to. Only the elite of hero society know his face, unmasked, all thanks to his clan's young head. Kai had made sure they wore masks at all times, and what a handy idea that had come to be. He still is wearing a mask, but it's simple, white, surgical. One that many in the population of Musutafu wear. She seems to have a rather simple life, for the fact that she's Endeavor's child. She seems.. entirely normal. Not diseased, not sick, not even a little. Akaguro had swooned about her plenty, in fact, she was the main topic of the hero killer's rambles, these days. Kurono could get behind it, the feeling of being so very infatuated with a soul that you only wished to speak of them and nothing else. Although, he notes, he himself would not think to speak so openly of his favoritism. Perhaps because Chisaki would not wish it, but also, because it was private. Then again, nothing the hero killer did, these days, was private. The bloodtrail he left behind was quite prominent. How she had not noticed it, Hari did not know. Or perhaps, Fuyumi Todoroki had noticed it indeed, but had chosen to look aside. He was not yet sure if this made her brave or naive. He watches her from across the street, as she wanders into a cafe. She seems careless, almost content. Surely, Akaguro had told her he'd be away for a week. That was, after all, the entire reason Chronostasis was on duty outside of the Hassaikai compound. To watch over her, to make sure she was safe. Otherwise, they'd lose a very important, very murderous asset.

It's not stalking. And yet, Hari sighs and wanders across the street and inside the cafe. She doesn't seem like the girl who deserves a silent observer. Perhaps, the number two's hero could instead use a friend.

He doesn't catch her order when he enters, but he'll memorise it soon enough. His own is simple- a blue matcha latte with vanilla. "Absurdly sweet", Nemoto says. "Fitting", Kai says. Neither of them have tried it. Sometimes, Hari wonders if Eri would enjoy it. He observes Fuyumi, as she takes a seat at a small, round table in the far corner of the cafe, and tries, in the meantime, to build an opener, a phrase- something he can say that isn't "I'm a violent member of the yakuza tasked with watching you". He picks up his drink and swirls it around in his hand, eyes grazing over the television screen nailed to a wall of the cafe. A news report- about the hero killer. Well, if fate wills it to be simple, then he will accept the gift of simplicity. Chrono walks to Fuyumi's table, unhooking his mask and giving a small, polite bow, just enough to establish respect and apology all in one. ❝ Fascinating individual, is he not? Stain. ❞ The smile on his lips is sly, rehearsed, almost too kind for what he is. Chrono gestures to the chair on the other side of the table she's sitting at. ❝ Not to impose, but could I? Unless this seat is taken, of course. I would love to.. make your aquaintance. ❞ Simple, to the point. Using the news as an anchor, Hari sticks to a very simple script: Socialisation.

There was a grimace at the reminder of that incident. She wasn't involved in the fighting. But she read the report, and saw the incident on the news.

And remembered the stress happening within the office while it was happening.

@run-muse-dot-exe said: [ enji ] "Bakugou. You can't keep giving them any further reason to harass you. Cursing them out won't change their minds. Ignore 'em. They'll get bored if you stop giving them reactions to capitalize on."

Katsuki took in several deep breaths and let them out. "I know that already!" he hissed. "I shouldn't give any of them bastards the time of day, but sometimes they just fuckin' piss me off so much--!"

He really should've been minding his language more to his mentor, but he was too pissed to give a shit at the moment.

@run-muse-dot-exe​ : [ noelle ] 🍟 :3c

* err --

a growl , much to her own surprise -- stifled , hushed . hesitation builds up in her senses , her muscles tensing and her veins pulsing . dark hues shifting elsewhere to avoid eye-contact , claws visibly quivering in a way to pretend not to feel that itch of slamming away her food off the table -- away from her and from noelle as well .

but no . she instead remained still -- her cheeks flushing a brighter shade . there was sweat on her palms and across her face ; the struggle of resisting the urge from doing something ... saying something that would sound outrageously silly to her .

— ;; PIQUED, LOFTY EARS PRICK UPRIGHT behind the magazine keeping visual attention at the peculiar outsider's pitch. Gradually, the broadside is lowered, as airily-propped legs slump off the desk separating them, replaced with his upper body weight leaning in.