Finale.

                    “  … IT’S A NICE work out.  ”   he jokes in response to the knight’s musing, a hand rising to cover his widening smile. it’s not like it’s a lie anyways, swimming like a mermaid takes quite the abdominal strength, along with strength in the glutes and arms.

                        at the mention of talents, masa couldn’t help but give a small sigh as well, though his rung with a bit of annoyance. sure he wasn’t about to pick a fight, especially not when it was meant as a compliment, but sheesh… this knight could’ve picked a better choice of words. picking out a strand of deep pink hair, he twirls it between his fingers.

                        “  … i wouldn’t call myself talented, but, thank you.  ”   he spoke gently. despite his annoyance, he still really just… didn’t care. mamoru seemed nice after all, and people trip up all the time. and some just cling onto the idea of being talented or ‘better’ than people for some reason. that’s simply how it is sometimes.   “  … but, i’d like to know… what you do, though. as a knight, i mean.  ”

“....what I do?” He hesitates, like he always did when someone asked him. It’s so strange, having to explain it. Both because he’s used to it being common knowledge but also used to no one particularly caring. He was around nobles and royalty more often than not - they knew what a knight was and what he did. As long as he stayed in line they didn’t have a reason to even look at him. The knight looks away for a moment, gathering his thoughts before looking back at the other.

talentedisasters‌  /  tall person !

He blinked when he feels the tug at his pants but nothing else. At first he ignores it, but he is curious…Hachirou wouldn’t get too mad if he moved a little right? He just couldn’t leave the front gates. He looks down, seeing the child. 

“…hello.” He said back softly, leaning over just a little. He already towered over the child, and leaning forward only seemingly made it worse because now he’s practically looming over them. There’s a long pause as he just stares. Is he supposed to say something else? He should right? Hachirou wasn’t here to keep up conversation for him… 

The rain still seems not to have phased him at all as he speaks. “Do you need something….?”

                    THERE WAS A brief moment of simply staring up at the very tall person in silence, him looming over them seen less as something scary and more as something cool. they didn’t know people could grow to be that tall !  they hope they’ll get to be that tall when they grow up, too !

                        ’  aren’t you cold, mister ?  ‘   they signed with small hands, mouthing the words as well. they seem to shiver a little as the rain hits their exposed skin.   ’  the rain is really cold. maybe step inside a little ?  ’

He stares, and stares, and stares -- and finally blinks once. What was the kid doing with their hands? He couldn’t tell. But he seems to catch the drift from them mouthing the words and seeing them shiver. Oh. He guessed it was kind of cold, huh?

“I’m fine. I’m waiting for someone.” He said with a small shake of his head. “Are you cold? I could--” Wait, no, he’s not allowed to take off his jacket. Damn it.

                        ‘ ALEGHIERI - SENPAI ’… HE knew being called  ‘ senpai ’  would become something he will have to get used to, but no matter, it did fluster him quite a bit. horatio wasn’t used to being  ‘ above ’  someone in the social ladder. he fiddles a little with his bowtie as he tries to digest each word, translating it carefully. so, thanks to that and him translating the words he wanted to use, it took him a second or two longer than it probably should’ve to finally respond.

                         “  yeah, i… didn’t learn enough, it seems… any help would b - be nice.  ”   he muses anxiously, trying to stay a little extra polite than usual, considering japan’s reputation as a country that prefers politeness. he didn’t want to seem too foreign, even if he knew he was most likely failing thanks to his accent. but, it seems… takenaka liked it ?  no, he should call him hachirou, right ?  … wait, no, takenaka is right. japanese is so hard.

                        “  … really ?  i’m sure you’re just being nice, i don’t think it’s that good.  ”   he gives an admittedly nervous smile back, dark brown locks covering one golden eye with the tilt of his head.   “  but, th - thank you… i’m… trying to get better.  ”

                         pause. realization.   “  ah wait, am i supposed to help with cleaning ?  i’m sorry, we don’t –… we don’t do this… in europe… i –  i don’t wanna mess up.  ”

“Well then, let me know if you have any questions. I’d happily be of service. He hummed, moving from one desk to another when he was done cleaning one. Yes, yes he was definitely just being nice but, “Nonsense! Japanese is difficult to learn, so I admire how hard you’re working to sound as close to native as you can.” He said, standing straight and looking back towards the older. 

‘He doesn’t even know how this works? God..’ Hachirou thought before giving a small chuckle.

“Goodness! Your class didn’t fill you in on anything, did they?”  He shakes his head, putting his cleaning supplies down to go over to the other and not have to talk across the room. “Here at Hope’s peak it is a little different than traditional Japanese schools. There are alot of students, like myself, who will volunteer to do the cleaning. As our talents relate to it.” Not that he really wanted to. “But in the case that doesn’t happen, you’ll normally be told or your name written on the board.”

Hachirou’s eyes open a fraction, hues almost glowing red as he looks back towards the board then back at Horaito before closing his eyes again and smiling. “It doesn’t appear your name is on the board so perhaps it isn’t your turn. You could always ask your class representative, they’d be the ones in charge of keeping track of all that.” ‘or they will if they know what’s good for them. Seriously, what’s with everyone at this school being some good for nothing?’  

talentedisasters‌  /  kinneko - kun !

He gives a glare in reply as he’s pulling himself into the building along with the hero. His throat hurts now, he’s not used to being the one to yell - that was his sister’s job. But when your — friend? ally? idiot? jumps out of a fucking window, sometimes desperate times called for desperate measures. 

“Red, I swear to god don’t ya even think of–” The threat can’t even fully leave his lips before the idiot is jumping again. He wishes his sister was here to beat this guy to a pulp. “CRIMSON.” 

There the blond goes, following him again. 

                     AKIO HAD BARELY managed to grab a hold of the window frame after he had jumped, and considering how far up the two were  –  it’s honestly a miracle that he didn’t fall right then and there. but hey, he’ll take a miracle !  his greatness attracts them, after all !

                         “  isn’t this fun ?!  ”   he asks with the same big grin after he finally pulls himself into the building, as if he hadn’t just narrowely missed death  –  or at least breaking a leg or two. his adrenaline is pumping. it’s as if he doesn’t believe he can die or something.   “  don’t start pouting on me !  you know this was a fun time !!  imma go again –  ”

Considering he was shorter than Akio, and Akio barely managed to grab onto the window frame, Kioshi hesitates. Then again, it’s possible he almost purposefully missed just for the thrill of it all. God damn it. “Crimson I swear....” He grumbles before making the jump - thankfully grabbing the frame just fine. However he doesn’t hesitate jumping inside the building and practically tackling the hero to the ground.

talentedisasters‌  /  bad news.

@deadimitation starter for Yuuki from Hisa

She had fallen asleep in the classroom again, go figure. Problem was, it definitely wasn’t her classroom that she fell asleep in. “Was that a crazy fuckin’ party or what?” She asked the person who had woken her up - only purely for messing with them. 

“Oh hey you’re not my side chick, who the hell are you?”

                    SORRY, HISA, THEY are very much not your side - chick. and considering how they immediately felt a great annoyance with her, they most likely never will be her side anything. why was everyone in this school so… ridiculously eccentric ?

                        “  date yuuki. sorry to disappoint…  ”   they spoke cautiously, slapping her head gently with their textbook.   “  … but you’re disturbing my studying with your snoring.  ”

                        they had let her sleep for a little while, not minding having someone else there at first, but after a while it was just… too much. it’s too hard to focus when someone you barely knew was sleeping only a few desks away from yours.

“Hhhaahhhh?? I don’t snore!” She very well did, she knows she did, but she’ll deny it with every fiber of her being. She pulls herself off of the desks she had pushed together to sleep ontop of earlier, patting down her hair and smoothing out her skirt.

talentedisasters‌  /  kinneko - kun !

@deadimitation starter from Kinneko (Kioshi) to Akio

Did he just?

He fucking did.

God damn it.

“CRIMISON! YO! STOP JUMPIN’ OUT OF BUILDIN’S LIKE THAT! Y’ GOT A DEATHWISH OR SOMETHIN’?!”

That doesn’t mean Kioshi isn’t following after the hero. Damn it, the things he does for this guy….

                      LISTEN, SOMETIMES, YOU just gotta jump out of windows to feel cool. it’s brave  –  it’s heroic !  however, akio didn’t expect kinneko  ( - kun ?  sounded like kinneko - kun )  to jump after him. after pulling himself up to now be inside the other building from the window, he looks back at the vigilante and laughs with his arms folding behind his head cockily.

                          “  COME ON NOW, you KNOW that was cool as hell, kinneko - kun !!  ”   he chimes as he wields a huge grin plastered on his lips. he then runs to another window in the building, and –  jumps again. the absolute madman.

He gives a glare in reply as he’s pulling himself into the building along with the hero. His throat hurts now, he’s not used to being the one to yell - that was his sister’s job. But when your --- friend? ally? idiot? jumps out of a fucking window, sometimes desperate times called for desperate measures. 

“Red, I swear to god don’t ya even think of--” The threat can’t even fully leave his lips before the idiot is jumping again. He wishes his sister was here to beat this guy to a pulp. “CRIMSON.” 

Did he just?

He fucking did.

God damn it.

“CRIMISON! YO! STOP JUMPIN’ OUT OF BUILDIN’S LIKE THAT! Y’ GOT A DEATHWISH OR SOMETHIN’?!”

That doesn’t mean Kioshi isn’t following after the hero. Damn it, the things he does for this guy....

talentedisasters‌  /  mukai - chan !

“Monsters mean monsters, of course!” He grips the strap to his bag tightly. “Not everyone can see them, but I can! They know I can too so if you talk to me too much then the monsters will find you.” He looks around quickly, making sure none of said monsters were nearby. His shoulders relax for a moment. “We’re safe for now but we shouldn’t talk long, they’ll be back for me soon.”

“If you have anything for me to deliver, that’ll help!” He said with a smile, beaming again like he had when the conversation started. “Positive feelings from stuff like letters and packages help keep the monsters focused on me. Because it’s what they eat, you know. They wanna take all of those feelings but that’s why I make deliveries, so they don’t and so i can protect everyone!

                    THE ANXIETY WAS only getting worse as he spoke, but as kage mentioned how he was able to keep the monsters away, jun felt more… saddened by it. of course she was a little relieved at the idea that she might not have to deal with the monsters herself, but… did he have to fight them by himself ?  he must be so tired. but, she couldn’t deny his bravery  –  making deliveries even when you know you might be hurt by the monsters was nothing to scoff at. was this why everyone ignored him ?  from fear of maybe being attacked too ?

                        she wouldn’t have that. even if she was scared, even if she got worried, she didn’t want to let someone suffer alone  –  even if he wanted it. was she being too forward ?  maybe… gosh, she really hopes he won’t yell at her for this.

                         “  the monsters eat… positive feelings…  ”   small translator murmurs, thinking to herself.   “  … mukai - chan, what if you… had a friend ?  would they wanna eat the positive feelings you get when you have a friend, too ?  and if so… would that mean… being with a friend would help keep monsters away from everyone else too ?  could i… hypothetically… help by being your friend ?  cause i don’t –  i don’t like seeing someone… be alone like this. i wanna help, if i can !  and –  and not just… by giving you things to deliver !!  ”

The question causes Kage to freeze. It takes him a second to completely process what she’s saying. She...wants to be friends? Doesn’t she understand the risks?! It’s why no one in his class spoke to him! Why he avoided the rest of the students as much as he could! He couldn’t have anyone getting hurt! 

He’s staring at her wide eyed, gripping onto his messenger bag with a white knuckled grip. His mouth hangs open, but no words come out. Had the monsters stolen his voice? “I--” No wait, it’s still there, just barely functioning. “I can’t let you do that- I mean, you’ll just be putting yourself in danger!” His family was in danger enough as it was he couldn’t drag anyone else into this mess! Still...would having her as a friend help with the monsters? He’s actually not that sure. He’s never had a friend before.

                    MASA WAS USED to people being confused by his talent, as the idea of a ‘professional mermaid’ was quite the foreign concept. it’s not that they were rare, it was simply that no one really called them the title, which may either lie in people not believing it to be a proper job or simply unaware of its existence. no matter, he didn’t honestly care that much, giving the knight a slow shrug with his usual gentle smile.

                        “  it’s… a little complicated…  ”   soft voice admits. with how much he’s explained it, he learned it was a bit more complex than some of the other’s talents.   “  i’m… basically both an actor, and a model, but i do other things too… i’m often hired to entertain someone’s guests, by dancing or doing acrobatics underwater… or to simply look pretty.  ”

“It can’t be easy, doing such things underwater.” The knight muses, messing with some of his purple hair between his fingers. Masa would be a hit back home, he couldn’t help but think. With Aurdroven being a mostly island nation, stories of the sea were popular - mermaids being no exception. 

                    UGH, STOP TALKING and let him explain !!  stop insulting him !!  you aren’t allowed to keep talking like this !

                        hitoshi can’t help but feel his annoyance rising higher and higher, but with that, the other emotion rose too. it was overwhelming, all he wanted was to make ambrose shut up for one second so he can explain things! the way the light bounces off ambrose and his voice all formed a light red under his mask, and he felt enraged. how dare he be so beautiful and so incredibly stupid yet so enchantingly witty at the same time?! it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t–

                        SMACK.

                        before he could even think, he found himself pressed against the prince’s lips, his own mask torn off in a blind moment of–… what would you even call it? he doesn’t know. in any case, he only stayed for a few seconds, pulling away with a pissed off expression. maybe now he’d shut up.

                         “  … true crime is interesting, because investigating either who did it or why they did it is intriguing.  ”   he continues as if nothing had happened, though as the red on his cheeks grow  ( now fully visible as he had forgotten to put the mask back on ) , he spoke more quickly. as if he was realizing what he had done.   “  it’s like why everyone was so obsessed over jack the ripper, it’s a mystery no one can solve no matter what they try and how many clues there are, and that both frustrates and interests many people since it gives them a possibility to feel like, just maybe, they can solve it themselves. but they can’t, cause this was a crime from fucking ages ago, and thinking about it too hard is stupid. why would you think about something from the past? no one should think about the past. the past doesn’t matter. fuck the past. even the past 5 minutes should be ignored.  ”

Ambrose didn’t even have enough time to see the other’s mask coming off. One second he was talking, the next second he was silenced. The kiss steals his breath away in the least romantic way possible. His eyes are wide, confused, and they stay that way when the host finally pulls away. It was only seconds, but it felt like years.

“Wha---” His shock is covered up by Hitoshi’s ramble. That should really piss him off, and while it does to a degree, it’s drown out by his state of confusion. If Hitoshi was trying to get him to listen, he did a poor job. All he is doing is staring. Staring at Hitoshi. Without his mask on the prince could actually see every detail of his face, he could actually hear the other clearly. Had Hitoshi’s voice...always sounded like this? It wasn’t that bad....

‘fuck the past, even the past 5 minutes should be ignored’.

Oh hell no.

talentedisasters‌:

“It’s probably the same with art or something, right? It’s hard to like something after you spent hours staring at it.”

Did they know another novelist? Interesting, but not enough so for him to question it. He just shrugs and looks back down at his book. What was this one about again? “I decided I didn’t like the trope of someone losing their memories to just get back together with who they were with before so I said fuck that and made it that she despises the guy she was dating and ends up with someone else. Not my greatest work but you know, it’s decent.” He closes the book and sets it aside.

“I wrote it when I was like 14 or 15 so you can’t hold it against me if it’s bad.” 

There was a part of them that wanted to speak in agreement, but that’d be revealing a bit too much. Instead, they avoid any eye contact and reach for the book, lightly thumbing through it as they speak. 

“…That doesn’t apply to art alone, you know.” They state. “I’m sure other people who create would have similar mindsets. But then again, what would I know?”

Smug little shit. They can’t help the grin on their face as they skim the book, raising their brows as the very lacking summary is given. Eyeing the novelist, Anri hums in thought, eventually looking over the back cover.

A single eyebrow is raised, and they glance at the other. “I’ve done fucking amazing shit when I was that age, so like, I can and will totally hold it against you if it’s bad. But, it doesn’t seem bad. Love the whole, trope spinning thing. Totally live for that stuff. Just saying.”

“Whatever, I wouldn’t know either.” He said, pushing some of his hair back. He didn’t waste time on such thoughts normally, so why start now?

“I was handcuffed to my desk around that age, maybe. I might be off by a year or two.” He said with a bland tone, as if it was as normal as mentioning what the weather was. “So yeah, can’t really tell you much about if it’s good or bad if I wrote it during that time.” He rubs at one of his wrists at the thought, but considers speaking.

“Then you’ll at least be amused by it, probably.”