#semie78

ahhh so many, most of which have been assimilated into my headcanon from various fanfics i’ve read. like the gang go on various holidays sometime after Lyoko (maybe when they’re a bit older) and there are Shenanigans. just five reckless teenagers finally free from the responsibilities of saving the world who all go a bit bonkers without parental supervision.

jeremie and odd hang out a lot in jeremie’s room and there are so MANY MEMES which they later introduce to aelita when she’s still learning about Earth Stuff, and occasionally they’ll just burst into a routine of quoting a tv show at each other or pretending to be various comedic characters they’ve invented - like jeremie and odd have these personas of a married couple which are funny to no one else but them and aelita

endless weird competitions - like the thing where they slide down the hallways in their socks in that one episode, except it becomes things like ‘how many times can i say the word ‘cabbage’ in mrs hertz’s class before she calls me out on it’ or ‘how many sticky notes can i put on sissi’s back before she notices’ and this frenzied series of stupid ways to one-up each other

That sweater looks so comfy tbh

Kaminari: I doubt it, buddy. And besides, I don’t cry when I get bad grades, do I?

Hi friend! I’m sorry this is a couple days late; it’s getting to be around finals time. But I wrote this instead of my final paper ahaha. Hope you like it!

“The star goes on top.”

“No! The angel goes on top, you heathen.”

Odd laughed from his place on the ladder, tossing tinsel down at the pink-haired woman poking his elbow with the head of the angel in her hand. She crinkled her nose and brushed the silver and gold specks out of her hair. It was a little bit longer now, more like her mother’s in pictures that Odd had seen. The picture was one of the few artifacts that they’d nabbed from the Hermitage before high school graduation, before the gang went all their separate ways – everyone except Odd and Aelita, of course.

Accepting defeat (for now, at least), Aelita placed the angel on the last step of the ladder and went back to the box of decorations. It wasn’t too impressive, if she was being honest, half-filled with ornaments and tinsel from the discount bin at the local craft shop. She didn’t have much family to pass anything down from, and Odd’s parents had only given him a few sentimental items – his sisters had claimed the rest.

“What’s this one?”  

Odd looked down from his place on the ladder and saw Aelita pull out a small cardboard circle with a small yellow handprint on it. Under the handprint read “Odd Dellarobbia, age 3” in handwriting that was evidently from either a teacher or his mom. He blushed a little, stepping down from the ladder to get a closer look.

“Oh, I guess my mom stuck that in there when she sent the rest of the ornaments,” Odd said, reaching out for the ornament. Aelita smiled and pulled it away. “We don’t have to put it on the tree,” he continued.

“Of course we do!” Aelita announced, grinning. “It can go right next to my favorite,” she said, moving over to the tree and placing the handprint ornament next to one of an elf – the one that Odd had given her on their first date during their freshman year of college, when he took her to see the Christmas tree lighting in the town square.

“If I had known that one was going to be your favorite, I would have gotten a fancier one,” Odd said over his shoulder, moving towards the kitchen. “Of course it’s my favorite,” she called after him. “It’s from my favorite person, after all.”

Aelita continued rummaging around the box, placing red and gold sparkling things on the tree until Odd re-emerged a few minutes later with two mugs of hot chocolate. They both had a small mountain of whipped cream on them, sprinkled with chocolate shavings. She took a mug from him and they both sat down together, tired from working.

“You ought to be a barista,” Aelita mused, as she took a sip of the hot chocolate. The whipped cream and chocolate shavings made it taste so much better.

“Maybe I should,” he responded, setting his mug on the floor next to him. “My degree in Italian Studies isn’t probably going to do me any good. I’m definitely no audio engineer.”

Aelita elbowed Odd in the side playfully. “You’ll find something. We just graduated, after all.”

“Yeah,” Odd responded, sliding his socks against the hardwood floor. “Sometimes I just want to be a kid again, though. I mean, saving the world wasn’t easy, sure. But life just seemed much simpler then.” He took Aelita’s empty mug and stood up.

“Well, yeah,” Aelita said, standing up with him. “But back then there were no Christmas trees to decorate.” She grabbed a golden tinsel garland out of the box and tossed it over Odd’s head, so that it rested on his shoulders. “Or boyfriends.”

Odd smiled and rolled his eyes playfully. “You’re silly.”

“What else is new?” She challenged, eyes sparkling mischeviously. She tugged at the ends of the garland, pulling him in for a quick kiss. “Merry Christmas, Odd.”

Oh man I love Technician v. Performer dynamics! And you’re so right--I can see Deku as someone who’s never really had formal training but LOVES dancing and has mostly learned by watching and copying others. Meanwhile Todoroki has all the training you could ask for but his overbearing dad has pretty much sucked the joy out of it for him.

These two meet, Deku helps him rediscover his love for the art, and Todoroki helps him polish his technique.