#screaming-meme-machine

If anything, Aizawa found himself all the more motivated after that bout. He wanted this over fast - wanted to let his eyes and mind adjust to how different everything looked now without having to dodge moves or calculate split second strategy. The crowd fed that he was pulling out all the stops by the announcer - of course he wasn't. He was just in a damn hurry and these protracted fights were more annoying than entertaining to him. Even when he took his place on the podium and that coveted number one spot - he simply gave a little wave and waited until they were done the formalities so he could vanish from the field and the crowd. He didn't have much in the way of friends, so he didn't really have anyone he cared to celebrate with. Of course, there was someone he supposed he should pay a visit to.  

He nodded to a few folks in passing, stopped a faculty member to ask how the blonde guy was and if he was still resting in the recovery room. He knocked at the door lightly as a heads up, poking his head into the room and catching sight of the one he'd come looking for before joining him quietly.

Momiji would never admit it, but she liked Mic. He was life-loving, party-going, hell of a DJ, and just not the kind of guy who let sadness or seriousness get to him unless it needed to be. Hell, she listened to his radio show almost every time it aired.

But whenever she was anywhere near him, be it for work or was just in his vicinity for some reason or another, holy shit did she need a drink. Maybe because she didn’t have the power to turn down his volume or something like that. But he was loud, not just with his voice.

She finally couldn’t take it. A hand reached out to grab at Mic’s shoulder.

.◉ Meme || @screaming-meme-machine ◉.

☠ - And a name/ topic to hear what they hate the most about it/them.

“You mean…today?” Sips tea

you're basically a pokemon

Something interesting always ended up happening when Nemuri and Yamada got together for a late night. Most of the time, it was something bad, but never anything dangerous or illegal of course. Permanent, maybe, but never anything illegal. 

Nemuri was definitely not happy when she was being shaken awake by...herself? It sounded a lot like her, and when she opened her eyes, it looked a hell of a lot like her. But that was impossible. There was no way she could shake herself awake. However, she sat up, a lock of blonde hair falling in her face. 

Hold on- blonde hair?

Last time Nemuri had checked, she didn’t have blonde hair. Now that she was more alert, Nemuri looked at the person who’d woken her up, discovering that it was in fact- her. A hand was brought up to put over her mouth but was retracted once she felt the mustache hair that only one person she knew had. Yamada.

That meant that- no. It couldn’t have, this was just some dream. Nemuri calmly rose to her feet, looking down to see that her chest that was usually very much there, was gone. Okay- okay. It was a dream! Totally a dream, this wasn’t real. , She swallowed thickly, moving past- herself?- to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, it didn’t take Nemuri long to realize that this wasn’t a dream. She was in Yamada’s body, and he was in hers. 

Running a hand through her hair, Nemuri sighed, deciding to keep all of her panic internalized. If she was in his body, that meant that she more than likely had his quirk, and Nemuri didn’t feel like deafening the whole apartment building. She walked out of the bathroom slowly, looking at the panicked face of herself. 

Do Mic