❝Is it too late to point out you suck at this?❞

Hitoshi isn’t sure how long he’s been watching Uraraka attempt to toss at least three rings around a peg but it has certainly been long enough for the brunette to make him hold her bag for probably less weight. He just wanted to buy breadsticks at the Flour Girl Pizza booth but of course, he just had to do something out of the norm and greet Uraraka on his way there.

This is what he gets for giving a friendly face a short nod of acknowledgment.

“how tired are you?” claude asks, humor evident in his voice, brow raised at the girl before him. getting stopped at 7am to have someone’s coffee order listed off to you when you’re not on the clock certainly isn’t something claude expected to experience today, but he’ll never complain about having another story to tell. “i’m not at work right now. the grindhouse is that way, y’know.”

> @zeroxuravity​ liked for a starter!

Amongst the piles of unfolded clothes, empty energy drinks and the other 600 misplaced items in her room, Bernadetta had been making the finishing touches to her graphic design assignment, scribbling away on her tablet with Twitch streams running in the background. These days she often found herself watching a minor streaming group known as the Chaos Squad.

It was fun to listen to when working. She had actually found herself a fan of the channel (especially the member with the handle Uravity), even if all she did was lurk in chat, too afraid to type anything. Downing the remains of an energy drink, Bernie reaches for another... only to find that there were none. She had a mini fridge tucked away in her room that she dragged up sometime in her freshman year (which she’s not even certain she’s allowed to have), and it was freshly out of any caffeinated drink.

Cue the Kill Bill sirens

“Oh no... ooohhhh nooo...”

She needed her caffeine. If there was any hope of getting this assignment done, it required the sweet stuff. Luckily for her, it looked like the Chaos Squad had just gone offline, so she could --gulp-- L-leave the room...

Over-dramatically sneaking out of the dorms like the new lead of the next Mission Impossible, Bernie scampered her way to the 24 hour convenience store on campus. This is how she got all her supplies. There was nobody around at 1am... usually. With the hood of her oversized hoodie firmly over her head, she makes her way into the store, eyes glued to the floor.

Alright... walk 5 tiles this way... turn... 6 tiles in this direction... There they were

The energy drinks lined the shelves in front of her. With a crooked smile, she reaches out for one -- and so does another hand.

“UwaaH! Wh-who are you?! Who am I?! I-I’ll leave now! I-I mean, sorry for shouting! D-did you want the-?! Y-you can have it! W-wait I also -- AaaaAAaaH!”

He stands not too far off from the inside volleyball court, watching the movements of her practice, highly interested. Though the sport wasn’t one that he’d ever put himself in, he admired the flexibility of the players and how they were able to focus on a certain point, while being extremely mindful of their teammates. In football, while one was aware of their surroundings and other players; majority of the time everyone was colliding into everyone, making for a lesser than graceful act filling the arena of stadiums. With this, it appeared as if players were made to leap, to glide and even when they fell, to do it in a way that was agile. 

He knows that he should be upset by this. Anyone would be upset by this. But it’s in the dead of the night and he could barely find the energy to lash out on anyone. He couldn’t even find it in himself to care that this accident is holding him back from returning to his room and resuming his work on his sketches as soon as possible. He settles his basket of laundry down on the counter nearby as he examines the stream of soapy water cascading over the washing machine and nearly flooding the room.  

He should have just turned around and pretended he didn’t see anything, but he missed laundry day and he needs fresh, clean clothes for tomorrow. He trails his eyes up to the culprit who happens to be the short, round-faced brunette he sometimes sees around the campus. Does he share a class with her? He can’t remember. He could barely remember the people he shares a class with. All he knows is that he’s seen this girl around before.

It would make sense to ask her why she’s doing her laundry in the middle of the night, but that would be like the pot calling the kettle black.

Just make sure to slap gently! 

Hilda Valentine Goneril has been reserved until 02/19!

So who will it be this time?

As someone who isn’t too keen on interacting with anybody, Dabi doesn’t really mind having a chat or two with someone online if it meant giving him ideas for a song. There’s a difference between talking to someone face-to-face and talking to someone through an online chat roulette. Maybe because having a conversation online means not having to deal with the other party obviously trying not to stare at his scars. Or maybe because he just doesn’t like looking at people. Well, whatever his reason may be (because he’s not so sure himself), he’s definitely looking forward to whatever type of character he will embark his attention on.

A resounding ping! catches his focus and he stares at the screen of his desktop to find a username popping up in the chat room.

[cremaxion has entered the chat room!] [spacemochi has entered the chat room!]

spacemochi?

slaps a reserve

Hikari has been reserved until 01/09!