#snowroki

       “watcha cookin’? smells delicious! ew, gross.” he’s leaning over {sometimes personal space can be foreign concept to him}, watching curiously.

             HE KNEW this would be the place. After getting his little information hound to spill all the details he needed he’s found himself in a particularly new area. One of which would hold his newest goal, his next more precious target. Fuyumi Todoroki, the second eldest and one of the most favored children of the Todoroki family. A quite responsible young lady, a teaching major handling a class of small children. Most likely equipping an ice quirk based on her appearance alone and whatever he was able to get out of Natsuo when questioning him. 

He stands at the corner, close to the exit of the store that she happened to be in. When she exits and he notices her struggling with her groceries he goes to her. Picking up one of the bags that had fallen and keeping his scarf up, beanie lowered, his outfit casual for civilians, concealing his features enough to only give away his eyes. He grips onto her arm to have her loop it onto his. Voice escaping in a hushed tone as he starts to walk with her casually as though they’ve known each other for a long, long time. 

“Todoroki I take it? I’ve seen you around a few times. Think that we can chat?”

her happiness is infectious   ---   java learned that very quickly early on. a smile, here. gentle laughter, there. the people around her can’t help but be reminded of what it’s like to have someone at home in the heart. she is the opposite of loneliness. the opposite of that empty, unseen feeling. java watches her quietly while others come and go   ---   friends. admirers. her brother, at one point, to check in and give him a long stare before being shooed away with her kindness.  people are out and about. busy. excited. happy. a recent attack had morale low but the city put something together   ---   some festival to celebrate one of their heroes and they come out in droves, eager for a change in tune. there are food stalls. many people are selling merchandise related to heroes. music can be heard, though java doesn’t know many current songs when they play. people seem happy, but they waste their time with material objects and posing for pictures at the right moment. it’s weird, how they don’t linger. it’s weird, how they want to be anywhere else but around her.  he wants to figure it out, wants to understand better   ---   but he’s supposed to be celebrating. he’s supposed to be playing the human he so badly wants to be. she makes that easier, somehow. thoughts are a mess one moment, but she shows up with something for him the next. what looks like a green cloud on a stick ends up being sour and the face he makes causes her to laugh so much his own ears turn a bit red. it’s a nice sound, her laugh. he decides it’s something he wants to be the cause of a lot more.

@snowroki​ asked:  (snowroki) [ wake ] for one muse to wake up to the other at the side of their hospital bed

injury/hurt prompts || accepting

    To be honest, he hadn’t expected anyone to come see him, but then again, he hadn’t expected to be waking up in a hospital either. Going through this whole ‘reform’ thing was a pain, but he hadn’t had anywhere else to go,what else was he supposed to do besides just..go along with things for now. It wasn’t ALL bad, he had a roof over his head at least, steadily trying to integrate back into society the best he could, at least he gets to occasionally work on cars again too..not to mention the newest friend of his, a specific precious canine who was becoming an important part of his life. And some new people that he was learning to trust a bit more every day.

   But despite all of this newness, there were some things that didn’t change, that COULDN’T. Like the fact that heroes ALWAYS seemed too late to the places they were most needed, and the second being that Jin Bubaigawara would not hesitate to jump in to defend someone in trouble. He didn’t even have time to think, jumping into action when he’d seen that someone was in trouble, the small-time thug in question hadn’t expected it, so at first Jin had the advantage. The blonde had his share of bar fights, hand-to-hand combat was nothing, which helped since he was doing his best to refrain from using his quirk in the process.{Why give them another reason to paint him as a “bad guy”, a reason to lock him up somewhere and lie about his actions?}

      The other, however, didn’t feel like playing by those rules.  {of COURSE they’d have some weird strength quirk, 

He didn’t remember much after that, while he had put up a damn good fight. {the heroes had FINALLY arrived, but not until after Jin had gotten in a few good hits, weakened the attacker a significant amount, and had taken quite a bit damage himself}, and then he was....waking up in a cold, clean hospital room. There was panic at first, anyone in his position would have reacted the same, but his body was in pretty bad shape, he’d felt vulnerable and defenseless and the hospital just didn’t sit right with him.

      “You have a visitor.”

words he hadn’t expected to hear, but when he sees the familiar beautiful turquoise eyes and he’s suddenly able to relax. The previous anxiety, while not ALL gone, subsided a significant amount and he’s even able to crack a small, and pained, smile. Forgetting the earlier warning of a cracked rib, he goes to sit up almost instantly, not wanting the ice-user to be any more worried than she probably already was.