#starshinc

"Maybe I should tell him that he's about to get blown to bits by the strongest demon that's ever lived...?"

in a spur of the moment, tanjiro gently cups zenitsu’s cheeks. “can i…” a blush is creeping up his own face, own cheeks tinted pink. “can i kiss your cheeks?”

       he could hear the way that tanjiro's heart was racing in his chest, and when he felt those warm callaused hands upon his cheeks, there was a skip of his heart in turn--sure that tanjiro could smell the nervousness inside of his soul.

       he wanted to kiss his cheeks, his cheeks! out of everyone he's ever known in their little group of young slayers he was the one tanjiro wanted to kiss? zenitsu's heart was pounding inside his chest as he gave him a nod.

「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts.  」    

The winter time could be harsh time, even in the best of conditions. He had wandered around the training compound, seeking his own spot to get warm ( preferably in front of a fireplace ) when he saw a familiar head of green hair sitting ( and still shivering it seemed like ) in front of said fire place he had sought out. It was one of the few in the compound and he had learned was always crowded with people but not tonight. He would blink as he gently stepped closer, a blanket already wrapped around his shoulders from a passerby who gave it to him. "Izuku-kun?" He would blink as he spotted him, remembering him from the selection trails.

sometimes on a quiet day like this , tenko let ' s his thoughts run with him . the idea of what if - the possibility of what if miss inko didn ' t find him . the darkness that wrapped around him , engulfed him , slowly && carefully threaded itself away when she took him in . gave him a home . a family . the day that izuku was born , well it was something . he was an older brother again . only six year olds was tenko , when his little born was into this world . a promise to himself to Be ALWAYS with him , even though he shows it the best he can , they have a six years different between one another . while tenko is only twenty , his brother is only fourteen , young in ready for the world .

though the blue hair brother never saw an issue with his brother being quirkless , but the angry he felt when the doctor was very blunt with it - the soft urge to just decay his hand away was there . opting himself to carry his brother that day , hearing him breakdown later on that night . can he be a hero too even if he is a quirkless . tch . something he still never cared about . heroes didn ' t save him . they only cared about the FAME . the GLORY . the LIMELIGHT even if it was only fifteen seconds .

it would be better if they all just died . except for all might . izuku seemed to take a grander for him than the rest .

game in hand as he just came home from a session with his . . . friends ( if he could call them that ) as he turned his head to see his younger brother come home . quiet . that was strange . usually izuku always greets him when he is home . tenko sits there , watching the green hair sibling as he shuffles on past to his room . getting up , he walks over to where izuku went ( tenko has ALWAYS been silent when it came to walking - only those who were trained very well would know if we were around ) as he stood by his doorway , looking over his desk as he saw his notebook . he writes && noodles in that nearly every day when it comes to heroes ( && maybe villains alike ? ) . its damage . more like messed up if anything . he watches as izuku walks past him , a tight smile on his face as he hums to himself .

he gently grabs the notebook in hand , dusting over it as he studies . he ' s not stupid . he knows things have been rough for him . it makes me itch , a twitch , a moment where the dark thoughts seep in his head for a moment before he closes his eyes , counting to ten before setting the book down . this won 't true izuku up , && he knows it . “ . . . did you hear ? " he speaks , his voice raspy as he walk away from his little brother ' s room . his hand in his pocket as he keeps his gaze from @starshinc . just something that he has always done even as a child , maintaining eye contact sometimes is a bit straining for him . mom did say about him needing glasses . . . “ all might was around . . . saving another day . here . i took a photo for you while i was out . you can add it to your all might collection . . . " he pulls out a photo . pinched between his fingers, half way gloved - it was something he wore in under to keep his quirk under the wraps . a reminder that somewhere deep in his mind , && only in his mind - that his quirk can still hurt people that he cares about .

“ i thought you might like it . . . mom won ' t be back for sometime so , i ' ll cook dinner . what are you feeling ? " he looks over at his little brother now - the photo still in his hands as he waits for him to take it . while he does not care for all might , izuku does , && that is enough for him .

❝ for the last time, dammit -- keep up! we're never gonna get anywhere with you playing it safe! ❞

It seemed like a normal day for Momo. She went about and did all her usual things. Now as it was night time, she was having trouble falling asleep, she decided some walking around might help get her tired.

She stopped when she heard someone talking, to her surprise it was Izuku.

"Izuku?" She asked. She joined him on the couch and listened to what he had said.

" That Boar Head Kid ... " Words commence to enunciate, approaching the adolescent who dons a peculiar blemish on his forehead, appendages intersected arthwart one another against a Shinigami's torso. " --- Is he always so quick to instigate violence? "

Izuku was, by design — the type of person to easily become a nervous wreck. It was just in his blood, he felt like, but especially in regarding his family. His mother, his brother. Always in a constant need-to-know basis with anything and everything that was going on with them. Maybe he just had a little too much worry under his skin, but can he be blamed? Ever since Ichizou went mute, Izuku had done everything he could to help and accommodate his twin. Whether it be learn sign language, or be there for him whenever it was humanly possible. Now was no different. Hearing that the other had gone through one of the more worse panic attacks he'd ever been through, Izuku had been the first person they called. Surely their mother had been informed, too, no doubt — but the difference was the fact Izuku could make it to the nurses station while his mother, most likely, could not. And he did just that, hurrying to excuse himself from training, ignoring the worried looks from everyone else in class. He made a straight line to Recovery Girl's office just in time to find her, and Ichizou — his brother at least seeming to have been calmed down for the time being.

"Waaah — I came as soon as I could! What happened? Were you hurt any way?" Worried words coupled with frantic little signs of his hands.