#stigmatvm

well, at least he wasn’t delirious. though, ochako could do without the sassy comments. adjusting her grip on his legs, she continued forward to the nearest temporary medical hub. she’d used her quirk on him at first to lessen his weight, but the closer she got to the medical hub, the more tired, ochako was becoming. 

to save herself the from depleting her quirk’s usage all together in case of another villian appearing around a corner, she’d released him of her quirk almost as soon as he steadied and position himself on her back. she’d been carrying neito and all his weight for quite some time now, and she sincerely hoped the medical station was within reach soon. 

she can feel something wet on her shoulders, and she imagines it’s his blood. ochako frowns, takes a breath and pushes forwards with quicker steps than before. 

“ ..mm? ” hazel eyes peer back over her shoulder, catching a fringe of blonde instead of his eyes. was she strong? no way-- had he seen the rest of her class? her brows raise in surprise-- where had the sass gone? “ you.. did? ” he liked her meteor shower? and.. “ uh, well-- thanks. after we were attacked during the summer camp, i knew something had to change. so, i started my internship with gunhead. he got me started on his style of martial arts,  ”  -- ochako’s brow furrowed. 

why she was spewing all this to him, she didn't know-- and before he could see the emotion and small fatigue on her own face, she turned her head away, cheeks pinkening in the process. “ you were pretty awesome out there today, y’know? ”

          GAZE DOWNTRODDEN , BRIDGE OF HIS NOSE SCRUNCHED WITH OBVIOUS IRRITATION. ‘ i’mma let you in on a lil’ secret     , your attitude is not it & you need to swerve it & curb it before you get CURB STOMPED. ‘

TARGET   :    SHIOZAKI, IBARA. LOCATION   :   @stigmatvm​​​​​ ASSIGNMENT   :   IT’S UNDEAD LEECH HOURS. ENCRYPTED   :   [ STAKE. ] after finding out [jezebel] is a vampire, [ibara] tries to stake them.

        pale eyes widen, mouth agape. wood sinks deep into her still heart, spills the stolen blood down her pallid skin - crimson looks nearly black in the night time, syrupy and thick.

      ❝   OOOH!   ❞   her voice howls out into the night, hands clutching at the stake, the creature falling to her knees in grand theatrics.   ❝   I’VE BEEN HAD! SLAIN!   ❞

       utterly vulgar sounds of pain escape the undead as she crumples to the asphalt below, cries out until she can no longer, now laying there - twitching and then still.

        any hunter worth their salt will stay to kill confirm. she knows her attacker won’t move an inch without certainty - something she will never get as the vampire begins to cackle, begins to laugh herself damn near to tears. the piece of wood is plucked from her ravaged chest and ibara watches, watches her skin seal itself together. 

"Doesn't sound too bad." The boy finishes his comment with a shrug. It's not like he can offer her much else, advice or support out of the question; their cases are different, and so must be the interrogations.

The heroes never use that word, of course. Leaves a bad taste in the mouth.

@stigmatvm​ asked:

"Making kids cry? For shame, that's a new low. Even for you." (monoma LOL)

“ SHUT THE FUCK UP, COPYCAT!! ” Of fucking course Monoma was here. the fucker just thrived to materialize when he could be the biggest pain in the ass. “ Brats fucking cry if you so much as sneeze within earshot. Bet they cry if they so much as look at you. ”

@stigmatvm​  inquired :      🎉   ─  attend a holiday party together (monoma)      ╱      late  af  christmas  asks !

𝗜𝗧  𝗪𝗔𝗦  𝗛𝗜𝗦  𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗔  𝗧𝗢  𝗜𝗡𝗩𝗜𝗧𝗘  𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗠𝗔 .      izuku knows full well that monoma was the resident class 1a rival,   looking to pick a fight at every corner,   but the freckled boy didn’t want him missing a joint 1a and 1b christmas party      ⸺      so it was  him  that extended the invitation personally.

izuku is admittedly excited at the prospect.     1a and 1b rarely have time to be anything beyond rivalling classes,   and on top of that,   he was determined to get on friendly-ish terms with monoma ...     even if most of his class didn’t see a point.     was it so wrong to befriend one’s rivals ?     maybe  that  alone was contradictory ...     but izuku braves the looks he’ll likely get from a couple of classmates,   only turning to monoma with a smile.

❝    it’ll be fun,   i promise ... !     oh,   you should try satou’s baked goods.     he made some normal food too,   but ah,   it’s the season for indulgence,   right ?    ❞

first  and  foremost :     make sure monoma feels welcomed.