#thehandcrusher

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I CAN’T しぬ| |

    An idle state he was not prone to - the noble beast rested momentarily without thought to the future, that upwards climb, that eternal struggle towards a view that he would reach alone, his repose only made fierce by that eternally harrowing gaze focused like a blade across the room.      Truth be told, he wasn’t actually irritated, nor was he even glaring at anything in particular, but the blond’s resting expression did tend to separate the cannon fodder from the true ammunition. Noting the half-assed frozen t.v. dinner’s less-than-exciting presence wasn’t the issue, he knew he was there, nearby, there was just no reason to do anything about it.           He couldn’t call it something as pathetic as ‘companionable silence’, but at the very least, ‘toleration’ wasn’t the best word to describe it, either.

          Until, the awkward toaster decided to act out - it was always random, always obnoxious, and nothing he could possibly comprehend or predict - and so, as careful digits spread through those unruly, light locks, he merely froze, emitting a sound almost akin to the beep of a locking car door.

  - - this, again?                           Did he want to die?

           “Oi, Half n’ Half, I know yer’ taller’n me,                 but if ya’ fucking look down on me like that, I’ll end you.”

And yet, he didn’t move away, or utilize an explosive deterrent to the contact, merely growling the rebuttal in low tenor, his look no longer matching his words.

                          “I got better things ta’ do, ya’ know.”

At first, his nervous excitement couldn’t be contained. Sure, he’d asked plenty of people out -- All denied but -- Well, that didn’t mean this had to go poorly! They’d worked together splendidly, everything had gone from stressful to actually very fun and even if this wouldn’t end in something more -- it could at the very least finally allow him to sit and speak with Todoroki on some base level to get to know him better, and vice versa. That was the plan anyways, because Todoroki would of course say yes, right? He would say yes and it would be a totally chill setting and scenario. They would have the opportunity to connect, since small conversations between training was hardly something worth counting. Todoroki could get to know him outside of his loud and rambunctious ‘in action’ personality and --

                                                                                                                  ‘I’ll pass.’

Inasa’s stomach flipped -- and dropped, an unbelievable ache swelling in his chest like the very tides he feared, drowning his thunderous heart in sweltering waters that burned through his throat only to bring a stinging to the backs of his eyes.  Once more, he was rejected in bold faced manners, despite the time he took, the energy he backed it with. Was there something wrong with him? The gale drew a sharp inhale through his nose, but he felt like he was drowning still, a burning cascading through his lungs and cursing him for being so stupid. Stupid Inasa, foolish Inasa, you should know better Inasa.  His fingers would twitch, curling and clenching before releasing at his sides as he tried to ground himself for some sort of response, but he could feel a ringing in his ears as he mulled over everything he said -- Todoroki was either that hellbent against him, or Inasa was that bad of a person. That’s what it had to be, right?  Oh but his anxious smile never faltered, in fact it was frozen on his face, despite the sudden struggle to breathe and the paleness that swallowed his complexion.  It was a running pattern he had to realize, he kept catching feelings for people that were apparently too good for him. A moment of silence dragged on too long, but he couldn’t hear anything through the cacophonous roar of shame in his own mind anyways.      “Alright, alright!! That’s cool! Just uh -- Yanno, the offers there! Nice talkin’, Todoroki.”

🎃.—HASN’T IT BEEN... JUST A LITTLE TOO QUIET?!

     Are you perhaps thinking, that we need just a LITTLE MORE NOISE at U.A.’s Halloween Festival?? WE CAN’T HELP BUT AGREE. PLEASE RAISE YOUR HANDS AND YOUR VOICES,

                                       FOR U.A.’s HALLOWEEN CONCERT!

  🦇.—Allow me to introduce the Director of the Jams...

Open your hearts, steel your ears, and give a warm welcome, to!!

THE GRAND MAESTRO OF MUSIC, 

    THE DECORATED DUKE OF DJs.,

       THE VERY BEST OF THE BASS,

               PRO-HERO and PROUD U.A. INSTRUCTOR,  

          ▁ ▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █PЯΞSΞИΓ MIC█ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂ ▁

🦇.—PUT YOUR BEST FOOT FORWARD!!

     The concert will not only feature rockin’, and spookin’ tracks - but we will also have grounds reserved for several dance events. A masquerade ball is ESSENTIAL for a Halloween Party, after all!

  !!Formal attire is required for the distinguished Harvest Ball.   !!Masques are required at the Hallow's Eve Masquerade Ball.    (If applicable, you may wear your hero costume’s mask at the masquerade event!)   !!Casual attire is permitted at all of the other dance events!

🎃.—AND THAT’S NOT ALL!!

     Along with some special guest appearances, we will also be hosting performances from U.A.’s own local BOMB OF A BAND, Xplode!

    Thus, U.A. would like to give a welcome and our gratitude to the talents of BAKUGOU KATSUKI, HAGAKURE TORU, TODOROKI SHOUTO!! 

And what that SMILE means to you;;

              “Ah.. ok - Todoroki-kun, let’s try again, from the top!“

His taciturn friend.... he had such a complex thought process, but his expression was so utterly serene at all times, so you’d think such a gentle(?) demeanor would be perfect for this part of heroism... who wouldn’t feel at ease around such an individual?          But.. perhaps there was more than the unprecedented fight that had added to a distinct failure on his strongest classmate’s record...

                     “Just - imagine I’m injured, and a civilian, alright?          And you have to save me from this wreckage - what do you say to me?                              I’ll be scared, panicking! You’ve got to calm me down, first, ok?” 

And so, the aspiring pro would sit, and gently scoot some debris over his legs, giving the bi-colored boy a decisive nod and an encouraging upturn of lips, before letting loose a startled yell, armed raised high, the likes of which no one would ever be fooled he wasn’t scared out of his wits.                            

DEEN!!!!!!!!!!! YES IT’S ME

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