#urevity

nonverbal starters. accepting.

aid – help them with a task.

what on earth could have possibly prompted two students ( who shall remain nameless, but are absolutely bakugou and kaminari ) to speed past him wildly – effectively blowing more than half of a stack of ungraded papers out of his arms and scattering them all over the hallway – is far beyond aizawa’s scope of understanding. just as far from him is his capacity for patience in the face of reckless students, and he snaps upright from his patented slouch with such fervor and suddenness that his back produces a very, very bad sound. 

the resounding CRACK all but echoes the hallway, and rage melts from his face, morphing now into one of horror. pain doesn’t overtake him yet, but panicked eyes dart around at the papers that he’ll absolutely have to bend over to pick up and he knows, the second that he does… 

thirty one years old, and he’s got the back of a geriatric. 

pleading eyes lock onto the first person that he spots, and it’s fortunate that uraraka might be that person; embarrassing, perhaps, when he gestures weakly to the papers around him and lets out what can only be described as a squeak in front of his student, lips pursed tightly to hold back any actual pained noises. there’s no way she missed what’s happened here, and he is positively mortified.

the papers are handed back to him, and he nods with gratitude, standing stiffly and startlingly straight up. she’s probably never seen him at his full height, which his usual posture shaves a solid inch off of. clearing his throat, aizawa maintains his composure – but only just. “ i’m alright. but for an… unrelated reason… mind grabbing recovery girl?”

        it’s a careful operation,  rubbing his hands together strategically without turning himself into the full human defibrillator.   takes two shakes for that familiar warmth to brew between them  ;  procured static settles nicely along the skin,  easy as slipping on a pair of electrically - imbued gloves. 

and she doesn’t even see it coming  ---  a sneak attack where palms are quick to cup the soft of either blossomy cheek,  tickle of electricity between them being just enough to set almond hair afloat.  it obeys the current as gently as grass caught in a summer breeze,  and denki’s smile only reflects that precise accomplishment.     ❛   hiya.   wanna go on a date with me?   ❜ 

     it  isn’t  in  his  nature  to  get  so…  carried  away.  what  should’ve  been  an  uneventful  trip  to  the  city  quickly  got  out  of  hand  when  kaminari  and  mineta  weaseled  their  way  into  having  alcohol  served  at  the  group’s  restaurant  of  choice.  returning  to  campus  with  inebriated  classmates  seemed  like  a  bad  idea  –  the  worst  he  could  think  of,  really!  –  and  as  their  ( second )  choice  for  a  representative,  he  took  it  upon  himself  to  ensure  they  wouldn’t  consume  a  single  drop—–  

    by  drinking  it  all  himself.  

      now  he  finds  himself  swaying  with  each  step,  slurred  voice  raising  even  higher  than  usual  until  one  of  his  peers  inevitably  shushes  him  and  he  apologizes  in  a  fervent  whisper.  it’s  uraraka  that’s  unlucky  enough  to  escort  iida  back  to  his  room,  the  junior  hero’s  bulky  frame  dragging  their  combined  weight  in  a  zig - zag  pattern  back  and  forth  down  the  hallways  and  deterring  their  progress.  

      once  they  reach  his  room,  he  slouches  against  the  wall  to  give  uraraka  a  long  enough  reprieve  that  she  can  unlock  the  door.  the  two  haven’t  spoken  much  since  arriving  back  on  campus,  and  iida  takes  it  upon  himself  to  break  the  silence  that’s  settled  in.  

     ‘ you  know,  uraraka, ’  he  begins,  gradually  dropping  his  voice  to  a  more  appropriate  volume.   ‘ i  truly  believe…  you  don’t  receive  near  enough  credit.  who  else–  ’  he  pauses  to  wildly  swing  one  arm  out  to  the  side  in  a  dramatic,  sweeping  gesture.  ‘ –  offered  to  accompany  me  tonight?  no  one,  that’s  who.  ’  there’s  a  beat  as  he  composes  himself,  tries  to  sound  more  serious  than  he  can  currently  manage.  ‘  and  i–  consider  you  a  fine  friend.  ’

     before  he  realizes  what’s  happening,  he’s  pressed  his  lips  to  hers,  and  it’s  not  great  and  even  rather  sloppy,  but  in  the  moment,  it  feels  right.  after  a  second,  however,  he  pulls  away,  looking  thoroughly  embarrassed  and  mutters  a  faint   ‘ p - please  excuse  me,  ’  as  he  clumsily  bolts  into  his  room  and  slams  the  door  shut.  

      oh,  he’ll  be  feeling  embarrassed  for  a  number  of  things  in  the  morning.

       “---whoa...” he can’t keep his eyes off of her. her quirk isn’t one that’s meant for battle and yet she’s kept her own every step of the way. she’s got to be clever, got to be able to think        ( on her feet, but it’s not her feet that give her an advantage, it’s her hands )        quickly and clearly. not only that, but each time she’s been knocked down, she’s gotten back up. she’s made herself get back up. he’s been there. if you just keep getting back up, you’ve got a chance, even when your body is screaming and wailing for you to please stop---

       she doesn’t win. her body gives in before her mind does, but absolutely nothing about her loss brings down his admiration for her. he finds her immediately afterward, eyes wide and filled with awe.

✰ --- @urevity ( always accepting )

VALENTINE’S STUFF | @urevity

“ would it? “   kirishima twirls the rose ( by holding it at the small portion that’s thorn-free ) and considers her words. lips pursing, a moment passes before something just clicks.   

✰ — @urevity ( still accepting )

😂Funniest thing that’s ever happened to your muse?

well , i’m still putting threads and such out there and im still fairly new !! but one thing that stands out was when i was talking to @ucore about some bakuyama interactions and we just basically landed on aoyama accidentally adopting some of his mannerisms and he just yells out “ ha! got you bitch! “ and bakugo is just... Shook sdnfsndf

📷 Favorite picture/screencap of your muse?

@urevity —— URARAKA OCHACO / MEME. ( medical /wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand. )

       SHE’S HOLDING HIS HAND. that’s not the first thing he should notice. in fact, the first thing he should notice is how the nerves in that hand don’t feel right       ( do they hurt? he thinks his fingers hurt, actually, but he can’t really tell somewhere between her holding it and the fact that he’s screwed himself up badly enough this time that they’ve given him a hefty dose of medication )       but that’s not the case. he’s never held a girl’s hand before, and although he knows that it’s worry that’s driven her to his bedside and made her hold onto his       ( sore? )       fingers, he can’t help the way his cheeks flare up at the thought that she’d wanted to hold it at all.

       “uh— uraraka.” if he weren’t so beat up, he’d sit up and greet her more enthusiastically, but he can’t bring himself to move very far yet. instead he nervously squeezes her hand in return, his heart pounding away in his chest.