RANDOM INBOX INVASION ; ALWAYS ACCEPTING 

                  uraraka blinks as all might stops in front of her.  in training situations, he’s as much of a teacher as any other hero at ua, but random encounters like this are pretty much exclusively related to deku.  she steals a peek in his direction, then whips her head back around to face all might again as he says her name.  without conscious intent, she lifts her finger, pointing it at her own face in a silent question.

                  she nods along as he speaks, trying to match his serious nature, bracing herself for what might come next -- after everything that had happened, what could all might need from her?

                                                                    I’D LIKE TO FLOAT!

▹ — @symballic ( still accepting )

        tetsu knows there’s some truth to that statement. he had nearly melted out there , put his all into the training until he couldn’t even stand , let alone fight , any more. but the draw was a bit disappointing to say the least. if not only for his class’ sake , but his own as well. at least , though , he could say he went head — to — head with todoroki and was able to knock him out as well.

        and , hey , the free snickers candy bar wasn’t a bad trade up either. 

       he’s  witnessed  many  a  traumatizing  sight  in  his  life  –  he’d  been  spared  no  expense  when  he  was  young  and  inexperienced  and  only  just  settling  into  his  quirk,  absently  ( unwittingly )  touching  a  stranger,  only  to  witness  a  silver  screen  knockoff  of  whatever  gruesome  death  awaited  them.  he’s  seen  bodies  pulverized,  torn  apart,  even  slowly  melted  into  a  paste  as  the  victim’s  screams  rose  to  a  crescendo  to  serve  as  the  film’s  backing  soundtrack.  but  despite  these  visions,  he  finds  the  hair  on  the  back  of  his  neck  standing  at  immediate  attention,  a  thin  bead  of  sweat  forming  and  gradually  slipping  down  the  narrow  edge  of  his  jaw,  as  an  oppressive  sense  of  anxiety  swells  in  his  chest.  

       ‘  nut…  up?  ’   he  repeats,  normally  impassive  gaze  replaced  with  one  of  wariness.   ‘ mmn–  do  i  dare  ask  what  that  means? ’ 

                 “perfect!  we’re sure to find it!  here, take these.”

                                  she pushes a pair of goggles against his chest, then immediately drops to her hands and knees, crawling rapidly out of the room.  a beat passes before her head pops back around the door frame.

MEME : ACCEPTING

                  “i’ll do it.”  no hesitation.