#tigeragi

                     eugh. he forgot to order no pickles AGAIN. silently, he tugs the offending, vinegar-soaked disks from his food...

                                and...

                                              PLOP !!

                          ( somewhat ) gingerly places them on his partner’s plate. 

         It’s amazing to meet heroes from other countries. He does not get to study the stars of Sternbild’s hero tv very often. The time zones didn’t match up and that’s counting on getting a good feed of the channel to watch it. Being given the chance to intern abroad was a great feat for such a young hero. He must have really impressed the right person. 

        ❝ Mr. Wild Tiger! It’s great to meet you!          I’m your new intern! Izuku Midoriya! ❞

         he can’t blame him. agnes had them up and at ‘em before five in the morning          today, and it’s well past noon now. they’ve ducked into his ( somewhat messy )          apartment for a quick lunch before going to work, but now…                                                                                    barnaby’s falling asleep on him.

    ❝… here.❞

         shoulders relaxing, he lets barnaby settle in more comfortably.

                                                                        ( his hair tickles. he lets himself wonder,                                                                                                        is it always this soft? )

                  wordlessly, he tucks himself against the warmth he’s leaning on--what is that, anyway?--with a quiet, appreciative noise emitting from his throat. now that his stomach is full and he’s resting somewhere comfortable, the hero is POWERING DOWN.

                  he curls up in his sleep; its a protective posture, his hands pulled up near his chest, tucked loosely under his chin. they rest against the vaguely person-shaped warmth as he shifts into the most comfortable (read: safe) position. 

                ❝mm.❞