#scarf!

@mightiheart​ It’s a gorgeous day. The sun shining and brightening everything, making the world seem more happy and wholesome and bright. It’s a perfect representation of Izuku Midoriya really -- resilient bright sunlight there after several days of rain, just what everyone needs to feel better and happier. Ochaco smiles slightly as she heads towards the tree that they usually sit under when the weather is this nice. His birthday. A celebration of the day that the world was gifted with Izuku Midoriya. She loses herself a little in thought as she wanders down the sidewalk. Mind filled with memories and appreciation for a freckled green-eyed boy that inspires and encourages her. She twists her hands around in the the simple dark green knit scarf she’d made for him. It’s not enough. It’s not nearly enough to express the gift that is having him in her life, but it’s something, right? No, it’s ridiculous. A scarf? It’s July! Who needs a scarf in July!? Her steps falter and she catches the unmistakable sounds of an angry Katsuki Bakugou. Ochaco crests the hill and looks down to the tree she was aiming for to see the small tell-tale pops of explosions that signal the blonde is around. She watches for a moment as Izuku and Katsuki speak together. Of course. It’s his birthday. So, of course, Bakugou would be there. She smiles, an expression that is genuine and honest but lanced through with bittersweet disappointment. She looks down at the scarf in her hands. Kind of like a scarf in July, Deku didn’t really need her. Not right now. But one day, one day when the explosions stopped and it was dark and cold, then she would be there to repay the favor he’d done for her-- to hold out her hand and inspire and help him grow. One day, maybe, he’d need a scarf... and she could wait until then. But today, today was his birthday and he deserved the smile spread across his face as he talked animatedly to Katsuki. Ochako turns around and returns to the dorm rooms. She’d leave the scarf on the door to his room with a note. He’d come to her when he was ready... if he was ready... and if not, he would always still be just as wonderful as the bright sunny day outside. She’d enjoy him and his presence however it came. She hangs the little bag on the door, touching the door softly with her fingertips-- holding her pinky up carefully-- “Happy Birthday, Deku. I hope this can protect you, even if it’s just from the cold sometime... like you protect everyone else. I’m still not sure who helps heroes, but I promise I’ll be the one to help you, whatever you need.” She tells the door. 

Wow the quality on this is bad. As usual, I’m not posting fanart of characters I love but instead drawings of unnamed ocs lol. Anyways, does anyone want to name them?

With that scarf, the 13th Doctor's look feels finally complete, and I didn't even know something was missing. #DoctorWho, #DWpsych.

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