#v:future

Cont from [this post] | @dekuscruhb

Todoroki  was  drunk – obviously  so.  His  slurred  directions  were  so  vague:  a  tall  building  to  his  left,  a  red  car  to  his  right,  a  house  with  a  red  roof  and  a  fat  cat  on  the  porch…  It  had  taken  Midoriya  over  half  an  hour  to  find  out  where  his  friend  had  wandered  off  to,  and  it  was  only  thanks  to  the  GPS  in  Todoroki’s  cell  that  he  was  able  to  track  him  down  at  all.  Fortunately,  he  wasn’t  too  far  from  Midoriya’s  apartment. He  didn’t  mind  braving  the  streets  at  this  hour  of  the  night.  He  would’ve  much  rather  gone  through  the  trouble  than  leave  Todoroki  wandering  the  streets  at  this  hour,  especially  when  he  was  so  drunk.  He  was  surprised  Todoroki  was  even  drinking  at  all;  of  all  his  friends,  Shoto  was  the  most  level-headed  and  responsible.  Seeing  him  like  this  was  a  little  worrying. ❝Yep,  you  sure  are!❞  Midoriya  took  Todoroki’s  slack  arm  and  pulled  it  over  his  shoulder,  helping  the  man  to  his  feet.  ❝But  don’t  worry  about  it!  Let’s  walk  to  my  apartment,  okay?❞

Todoroki couldn’t possibly have said what had happened at this point. All he really knew was that he’d started drinking and hadn’t stopped. It worked out well enough for him, all things considered. He was having fun. He wasn’t even ready for the night to be over, but he had to leave the bar because he could just hear his sidekicks nagging him about his poor choices. It wasn’t like he did this often... He deserved a break every once in a while, didn’t he? He scowled as he wandered, the effects of the alcohol still strong.

He’d had so much to drink that he couldn’t even walk in a straight line. It wasn’t like the bar was far from his apartment, so he set off, only to get himself hopelessly lost. He just knew he made a wrong turn somewhere, but he couldn’t remember. He’d been focusing too hard on not appearing so inebriated, and he failed at that. So, he called the one person he knew he could trust at a time like this: Midoriya.

“What took so long?” he slurred once the other had arrived. In the time it took for him to get there, he’d managed to find a liquor store and get even more to drink-- if only for the purpose of maintaining his buzz. It was such a fuzzy, freeing feeling. Perhaps, though, he’d gotten a little more than he bargained for. “Midoriya! I’m really happy to see you...”

He smiled broadly, nearly tripping over his own feet as he got up. At least Midoriya could support his weight. He tightened the arm around his shoulders in a one-armed hug, empty bottle in his other hand. “Whoa. You have so many freckles. Did you know that?” He suddenly got the desire to count them all, now that he was close enough to see them. “It’s really cute. No wonder you’re such a-- *hic*-- popular hero.” Laughing, he leaned on Midoriya for support. There was definitely no way he was going to be able to walk on his own.

Prompt 3: a cheek kiss | @tsuyuiri-hiro-furoppi

Human interaction wasn’t exactly a forte for either of them, apparently. Their team had been assigned to act like civilians, drawing out the enemy like decoys while the pros did the heavy lifting. It wasn’t how Todoroki expected sidekicking to go, but those were the breaks. They were being put directly in the line of fire, and weren’t even given a chance to shine.

He sighed, turning to Tsuyu. “Our concept is supposed to be a couple,” he said. “I... don’t really know what that entails. Haven’t had a lot of good examples to follow in my life.” At least they could speak relatively freely while they patrolled. Not that it was really a patrol; on the contrary, they couldn’t appear as heroes at this point. Todoroki had wanted to wear his costume under his disguise, but in reality it wasn’t very practical. Tsuyu might have fared better on that.

Prompt: my muse dealing with your drunken muse | @stunnerguns

“Hey, shouldn’t you slow down?” Todoroki asked, reaching tentatively to put down Kaminari’s glass. Sure, he was treating them to drinks after another successful villain take-down, but this was almost too much. They weren’t having a drinking contest, to his awareness. Todoroki thought he’d better stay sober, though, if this was going to happen. Someone needed to be able to get him home, after all. Plus, the more Kaminari drank, the more he reminded him of when he set off a high-voltage charge, frying his own brain to the point of sheer stupidity. At least they were out of costume, so they weren’t nearly as recognizable as pro heroes.

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Chariot’s nerves spiked at the onset of the outburst from across the lecture hall, but she sighed in relief at the final word. This was definitely a step back in the right direction, and she couldn’t be happier.

These occasions deserved a reward. She approached Akko’s desk and held out a small piece of candy.

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“Where did I go wrong…?” Chariot thought to herself. Despite all her attempts to steer her back in the right direction…

She almost considered giving up - it might be too late at this point after all. But she shook her head. As much as it hurt her to do so, what the girl needed was a stern talking to.

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“A-Akko!” Chariot shouted, her voice shrill.

As soon as the words had left Akko’s mouth she felt her heart seize. Where did Akko pick up this language? Perhaps she’s been spending too much time around Croix.

Chariot gulped nervously. She hates having these kinds of conversations, but she’s already gotten Akko’s attention, and somebody has to be the maternal figure to all these little girls at the boarding school.

A small gasp escaped from Chariot’s mouth. She stared dumbfounded for several moments at Akko before hesitantly putting a hand on her shoulder and leaning in close.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Chariot said, her voice soft.

It was always a bittersweet experience for her to look back on the past. She pursued her dreams, and in doing so she made mistakes and did terrible things. She felt the weight of them all every time she gazed up at the full moon.

But on nights like these, spending it casually with a long time companion, it was easier to remember the joyful times instead - just slightly.

Chariot suddenly felt a teardrop run down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, hoping it had gone unnoticed.