#tsyu

Warnings: None. These are just fluffy

. Aizawa noticed how much better Denki pays attention in class when he plays with Oijiro's tail but how much it distracts Oijiro so he went out and bought a bunch of fidget toys. Now, Denki, Mina, Kirishima, and Midoriya use them regularly.

. Uraraka is an UWU gamer girl. She has gotten so much money and items out of Mineta! And with it has taken all the girls out to a very high-class dinner.

. Dark Shadow gets jealous VERY easily. If you are giving Tokoyami any kind of attention you better be ready to also be giving Dark Shadow some love too.

. Tsyu has access to the pool 24/7, everyone else is jealous.

. Kirishima has been a human can opener on many occasions.

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it's almost endearing, she thinks, the way he tries to reason with her. of course, endearing was in the most pathetic sense of the word, the same way she'd find a kitten endearing if it was left out in the rain by itself. that's how he looks to her: trapped, lost, out of his element in the winter storm she was all too familiar with.

'       is all this necessary?       '       she echoes in a way that's meant to mock, words stressed as she stops just short of swinging blade. he can't see the way she rolls her eyes underneath her mask, but the way she laughs is perfectly clear. hunting knife is twirled for thought between bandaged fingers at her right.

she doesn't look up when he joins her. there was hardly any acknowledgment of his company at all until he speaks, and to that, she offers a quiet laugh under her breath. the sound was short, humorless, almost drowned out entirely by the crackling of fire and distant calling of crows.

she considers not answering him at all. she doesn't need his help, she thinks, and even if she did, there was nothing that could fix what had already happened, what had ultimately led her here. and still, she muses, maybe having someone to talk to other than a fucking bird wouldn't be the worst possibility. she decides to give him a chance.

still in his sleep sweats, he reaches his mailbox barefoot — with his two dogs at his heels, noses to the rain-soaked grass. the forest around him is quiet, petrichor stained, and the road ahead is empty in either direction. at first, he pays the small collection of envelopes little mind, trudging back inside, to a kitchen dim with the early morning rays. absently, he thinks he remembers liking the quiet a little more, before.

sifting through bills and ads, he pauses on a small envelope, with familiar handwriting marking the sender. slowly, jake perches against the counter, and hesitating there—he just holds it. it strikes him that maybe, he's afraid to open it. with no real evidence, and held breath, he still chooses to wonder which envelope he should expect to be the last. because, of course — he still feels selfish, when he misses adam francis.

adam, who for all reasons, should leave him behind. return to his real life, where jake felt too afraid to try and follow. only fair, only understandable; he had figured out pretty swiftly, with nea, not to overestimate his place in anyone's lives — now that they weren't in situations of life-or-death. jake isn't certain, himself, that he would be any good at it — what he thought adam deserved. isn't certain if he could change, take a leap forward, when he felt rooted to the ground he stood on. well — it's a snowball of a narrative that creeps up on him, then — by the time he's read the short, entirely innocuous note inside.

warmly yours, adam francis.

jake huffs quiet laugh. it was just so very, earnestly, adam.

it's a simple postcard, that doesn't mean one thing, or another — only that adam still thought of him enough to send him one. in a daze, he had unsealed it, and now felt stupid, ashamed — embarrassing, actually. he was working on it. getting better at this part. even if it killed him.

his heartbeat is in his ears, and adam's voice sounds far off. jake is anchored by threads to consciousness, he imagines, only by following adam's eyes. the pig had done something new with her blade, he thought, distantly; there was something poisonous and numbing at the tip— when it had sunk into his back again and again.

he hadn't known they were all here to help, hidden in trees and rubble when he finally went down; kate had shone a flashlight from the other side of the crumbling wall, distracting the killer long enough for adam to get to his side—just before he hit the ground. he still buckles at the knees, still feels his world dizzy and spinning. he parses adam's words; there's no time. most other times—with adam's quick hands. his expertise with a medkit— there would be, but—

this was the pig. this was all his own fault, that she didn't want anyone else. there's a knot in his chest that makes him selfish—makes him hang onto adam like a lifeline, instead of pushing him back, away, anything—just get out of here before she looks back—as his palms find the splintery floor, it strikes him that he's afraid. like a pit had opened in the placid winter of his chest.

❝ i-i know. i know. she's coming back— just, play it smart. i'll be fine. ❞ you'll be fine, you have to be. you have to tell him you'll be, or he won't go. he won't fucking leave you but he has to—

with bloodied, razor bitten hand, jake clutches at the lapel of his trenchcoat, tries not to choke on his own voice; ❝ —hey, just. be careful, please. ❞ jake knows he doesn't have to tell him this. if one of them was using their head, it was usually adam. he gives a strained laugh, grip sliding from the fabric that he's badly dirtied with his blood— to steady himself on hands and knees. he looks up, with just a flicker of warmth; ❝ don't... do anything i would, right? ❞ in that moment, he wanted to beg him; don't look back, because my life will cost you. because that's worse. that's worse than this. it felt pointless to ask someone like adam not to try, but jake hopes he hears him under his words.

❝ fucking. run, before she sees you. adam, promise me you won't—❞ it's only a beat, one last look at him, for them to hesitate, for his words to fail, before time's up—and adam is gone.