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He's been grounded in the dorms for um...decisions that may or may not have placed him in the hospital for a week. Okay two weeks. Honestly it wasn't his decisions that landed him there, technically it was the villains that got him injured. Aizawa didn't take that very well, but people needed to be saved and he couldn't just stay still!
The important part is he's free to leave today, yay! He's taking someone with him, and that someone is Kaachan. Since everyone else is out and he knows Kaachan is here. They're gunna go somewhere, anywhere. They can get food, watch a movie, maybe get a piercing! Haha, he's joking. First thing first though, convincing Kaachan to hang out with him.
Once he hunts him down, he grins in greeting.
"Kaachan! I'm free to leave the dorms today." He announces like it's the best thing ever. " And to celebrate I’m going to let myself be a little unhinged today, as a treat. Wanna come? ”
@dynmghts liked for a starter / insp by this prompt post
#dynmghts#.izuku interacts#.ua days [ izuku ]#3rd year deku vibes is what im getting here#but feel free to pick which starter works better or if you like both feel free to take both#if this doesn't work let me know!
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"Whaat? No, come on, I'm not asking just for the tea! I'm asking as a friend! Monoma didn't tell me what he wrote in the card, you know. And I have a vested interest in seeing where this goes! And if you don't tell me, I'm asking Midoriya. He mentioned it to Uraraka. I know he knows something." She props her head up on her hands on his desk, sitting in the air as if she had a chair there.
"Are you two, like, dating now? Usually Monoma's all over his boyfriends from day one-- don't tell him I said that-- but I guess you guys have a pretty weird situation, right? Are you nervous? Look at you, all cozied up like you're trying to hide--" Okay, the teasing has to take a back seat. Control your laughter, Setsuna.
"If you need help so you guys don't just spend all your time not looking each other in the face, you can ask. I'm an expert on this stuff. And an expert on Monoma, which is probably more relevant. I mean, even you've dated people before, right?
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it's been a year, almost, since the war.
izuku would like to say that relatively everything has gone off as normal — or at least, as normal as training to be heroes at UA to be. there are still, of course, some discontentment brewing outside. voices questioning this newfound peace: how long will it last until the next large villain looms ? could promises from heroes genuinely be believed in ? are such glamorisation of heroes in reality damaging to the work they were meant to do ?
the hero public safety commission, in turn, had been put under heavy investigation - so incidents like hawks and lady nagant wouldn't ever happen again.
that is all to say, life does move on. slowly, treacherously, day-by-painful-day, but it does. the bells of the school ring. the cafeteria packs itself with students. homework, as homework tends to do, pile up. it's time for their quirk training, and class 2-A are chattering among themselves as they exit to their respective locker rooms for an attire-change. izuku's caught in his head about a manoeuvre he'd like to try out when someone brushes past him. kaminari-kun, laughing, before he joins kacchan who's already walking besides kirishima-kun.
it's- staggering, all of a sudden. it's silly, because for a moment izuku feels like it's middle school all over again, hunching along the back of the crowd so he'd be far enough to observe kacchan without being seen. it's— it's not like that anymore, is it ? no. because kacchan's already apologised, and they're talking again — properly — and it's good, it's better than good, and they've come a long way now, and all should be fine, but—flashes: kacchan, on the ground, blood around his mouth, an all might collectable card by the side of his head, and he's dead, kacchan died, and it's all because shigaraki wanted to give deku a ' present ' and—
don't worry, they still talk. kacchan and him, he means, but izuku's been careful now to keep his distance. though for that one second, he allows himself this : the back of kacchan's head. the small glimpse of what he thinks is a grin. was kaminari-kun telling a joke ? how nice. to tell kacchan a joke.
@dynmghts ♡ starter call !
#dynmghts#have u ever had a starter where theres no dialogue?#well now u have it#and yes. hes gonna keep sneaking glances for the next hour. thank u#also!!1 if u wanna plot this more - u know where 2 find me >:)#izuku.#izuku; interactions.#violence tw#mentions of war tw
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currently, he found himself in the bustling streets, not recognising a singular face, unsure of just where to go. maybe he should have called izuku to tell him he was here? bah, of course, he knew he'd forgotten something. rody's mind was racing a million miles an hour, yet to add insult to injury, off flies the small pink bird by his side, vanishing into the crowd. this was his first visit to japan since the incident back in his home country, and this was already turning into such a disaster!
all too quickly, he starts chasing after pino, hot on her trail, barely catching her visage through the masses of people upon the streets. yet finally, the bird stops, landing upon the shoulder of a familiar face. rody, who stops to catch his breath briefly, only takes notice of the familiar blonde a few seconds too late. "oh, it's you! man, you're a lifesaver, thanks for catching her!" his words come out slightly wheezed, still puffed from moments prior.
@dynmghts, starter call.
#・ ˖ ✦ ⋄ . IN CHARACTER ❝ rody soul. ❞#dynmghts#THE WAY HIS MUSE PERKED SO FAST#just a chance for these two to finally hang outttt
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"Hey, don't take it out on me!"
"It's not my fault that you can't get on the big kid rides." Self-preservation is not on his side today as he leans over and plants his clunky elbow on top of Bakugou's head- ignoring the incredibly awkward angle.
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"Kacchan this is so not fair!."
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Although it was still quite cold outside, especially in the evenings once the sun went down. Leia still went to the rooftop of the student dorms on UA grounds, sitting on a blanket with another thicker fleece blanket over her lap. Her coat sat on her shoulders to keep her back warm while having her arms free to wrap around her legs. Holding them close to her chest as she watched the stars slowly appearing in the evening sky, catching a few glimpses of snowflakes falling down.
Leia always found it calming to look up at the sky during the day and or night from the rooftop. It helped on particularly rough days, one of those days being today.
Normally she’d be able to take it in stride and bounce back fairly quickly with more determination than before. Except that wasn’t the case this time…
Everything she did just seemed to go wrong one way and or another today. Her classmates did their best to try cheering her up while assuring her that off days happen from time to time. It was very kind and sweet of them to help support her while she wasn’t feeling the best about her abilities and or skill.
That is something she isn’t quite used to being the receiving end of, having people lifting you up instead of down like-
‘You're still going on about that pointless goal of yours?’
Leia couldn’t help but flinch as her grandfather’s sharp words suddenly came into her head like a razor sharp knife. Coming in louder and stronger than her own anxious thoughts could ever be.
‘You should give up before someone you love gets hurt because of your own shortcomings.’
The hold on her knees only got tighter as she took in a sharp inhale, pulling her knees in close as humanly possible against her chest. Trying to focus on something, anything else other than her grandfather's harsh words to try getting out of her head.
‘You're useless, just like that quirk of yours’
The tears she didn’t even realize that welled up in her eyes were threatening to fall at any moment. Was he right? Was this all for nothing and she’d only end up getting in the way?
#dynmghts#{hello! Hope your kicking Uni's butt! and doing well <3#{Sorry this ended up a bit angsty asjhgdshg if you rather have something else please let me know!#{Once I find the bond tag I have for Kats I'll add it here >:3#x;;dynmghts;{ Diamond in the rough };#✨ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ｀ You lost your mind in the sound | There's so much more | You can reclaim your crown | You're in control / bond: dynmghts
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@dynmghts said; "you. me. training room. now." he's going to kick the shit out of izuku, whether that poor boy is prepared for it or not. "i got some new hand-to-hand moves i gotta test out 'n you're my test dummy."
oh? kacchan wanted to spar? izuku could do that! he was absolutely ready to do a bit of sparring! his tone was something to be worried about, but then-
“a training dummy?!” he can’t help but exclaim. “i’m more than happy to spar, kacchan, but don’t just expect me to lie down and take it! i’m going to be fighting back and testing out new moves, too!”
the audacity sometimes surprises him. but then again, he is interested in finding out more… “what sort of new moves?”
he doesn’t know this, but he’s totally going to be bruised up by the end of the afternoon, isn’t he?
#dynmghts#the stars lead the way to a new encounter! - ic.#i'll be the greatest hero! - izuku.#/fdkjfhdsk IM SORRY IT’S SHORT BUT GET WRECKED#/POOR IZUKU IS GONNA DIE ISN’T HE
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💌 hit starshinc with this for me (nicely)
🐝 * ― send 💌 or ( `LOVE LETTER` ) for me to write one thing i like about your blog, one thing i like about your character or your portrayal, and one thing i like about you in general.
{gladly! @starshinc <3}
one thing i like about your blog:
ponpon!!! adoring you is becoming a daily feature over here! i love how dedicated you are to the green broccoli boy <3 it is so freaking wonderful to see! your icons graphic is phenomenal (i know it was a gift but i still love it sm!!!! and it is so freaking cute with izuku in it!!!) and your witing superb <3
one thing i like about your character or your portrayal:
ahhhhh your izuku has very quickly become one of our squishies. i just adore him to freaking pieces. the cuteness aggression from him just being him is so real. i love our current plotted verse with mute!izu and student!aether. it is quickly becoming a favorite and i'm so hyped and excited to keep writing it out with you!
one thing i like about you in general:
how freaking sweet you are! it comes across in both your writing and ooc interactions. your crochet is cool af! and the vibes you give off are impeccable <3 i'm so happy i decided to follow you cause you've really brought my love for bnha back full force (mostly i only dipped my toes in for bkdk cause comfort ship be comforting u know but as a whole, my love has been resparked!) and absolutely growing my love for izuku, too!
#dynmghts#starshinc#❥ 🇹🇭🇪 🇰🇪🇪🇵🇪🇷 🇮🇸 🇫🇦🇩🇮🇳🇬 🇦🇼🇦🇾 {ooc}#to be fair i have always loved izuku!! but it fills me with so much joy#to be able to love an izuku muse
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he doesn't mean to stare, watching the other meticulously as he eats. nose twitches, stomach rumbling. " so . . . you gon' finish eatin' that, kiddo ? " / @dynmghts.
#priv. › ◜ taishiro. ◞#why give u a serious thread when i can give u fg#dynmghts#he is hungry kats#if ur hungry he's hungry#feed him
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Shinsou sighs, loud and disappointed ( and a little dramatic).
“All these flavors, and you choose to be salty. Enjoy the experience of getting ice cream at 3 AM.” He takes his ice cream cup from the tired college student manning the shop. After fumbling with his wallet, he hands over a bill to pay.
"If you don't decide on something before he gives me back my change, I'm taking back my good deed for tonight and letting you pay for your own." Taking the tiny spoon from his cup, he scoops up a good amount of ice cream and shoves it in his mouth. He hums, pleased at his post patrol treat. This is how one should decompress from a long day (night).
"This and coffee are the reasons I bother to get up at all." Oh and his job, but that's a hit or miss at times. His cat too...
@dynmghts liked for a starter / insp from this post prompt
#dynmghts#.shinsou interacts#.pro hero [ shinsou ]#nothing like getting a snack in the middle of the night#heere you go!! if this doesn't work lemme know! c:
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"Well it goes without saying the reason I noticed at all is that your stench is just impossible to miss!"
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@dynmghts replied:
katsuki wants to bite that freckled face. (cuteness aggression) (he cares him)
❛⠀eh kacchan ? but i'm not a chew toy ... ❜
#dynmghts#it isnt a no ..............#i hate them#CANT BELIEVE OUR FIRST THREAD BACK IS A CRACK#crack.
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@dynmghts asked:
katsuki had spent some time deliberating on what to get shoto this year; he didn't want it to be impractical, and he didn't want to be shown up by the others in what they get themselves. competitive, unyielding - katsuki wants it to be known that he did it better than everyone else.
so, katsuki begins his early morning start with hand-making shoto's favourite food from start to finish. cold soba is, theoretically, very easy, and it would've been easy enough to use store-bought soba noodles, but that was diminishing the value of this meal. he spends the extra time making them by hand - and they looked pretty damn good, too - before finishing the meal preparation and setting it up in a bowl.
besides the meal, katsuki had a few tangible gifts prepared for shoto, all neatly boxed and wrapped with a meticulous approach - because why the hell would he stop at just one? [ because of course, he's resolved to outdo everyone this year. ]
"right." katsuki guides poor shoto to the nearest surface, pushing him down by the shoulder so he might sit down. "sit down, shut up, take this." and with a little more grace, the blond hands over the cold soba he'd made, brushing off his hands. "eat. gimme a second, and don't move."
it takes him less than a few minutes to leave and return with the multiple gifts he's prepared for shoto, placing them down next to the other with a huff. "there." a pause. he supposes he's missing the most important thing - he hands over an envelope with a card inside, absent of fanfare, but with clear and precise handwriting. [ it's obvious that katsuki has put plenty of care into everything he's done leading up to this moment / the card wishes shoto well, says a courteous happy birthday, and despite its haste, there is a clear signing of katsuki's name at the bottom. ] "if anyone says they did better, i bet they're fucking lying."
and the gifts themselves? in one, katsuki opted for a pair of chopsticks, which katsuki got custom-made to mimic shoto's hero costume. there are a few other bits and pieces - a gift card for a place with good soba, some tools to help with different areas of training, even bits of hero merchandise ... [ because he knows that shoto is a quiet fan of all might, and the merch is subtle enough. ] ... but the most expensive of the lot was pretty evident.
and thus his final, and best gift, is a weighted blanket; deep blue in colour and very heavy, its tag indicates it as one of the more expensive and well-trusted brands, and its overall feel is meant to be warm and welcoming. he spent the longest trying to decide if shoto would even like it. [ but, in the end, he said fuck it and did it anyway. ]
"happy birthday... or whatever." / i'm sorry this is so long but happy bday shoto!
If Shoto hadn't checked his phone early in the morning, head still in a haze, wondering what the unusual number of messages was for, he wouldn't have remembered what day it was. Among everyone who wanted to wish him for his birthday, his friends and family, his father's contact made it on top of the list, desperate same as all his efforts to make up for the parent he had been. Bitter was the feeling the boy woke up with, and it was once again the same man's fault. Shoto had no plans to pay this day any attention — he had long given up on the idea of celebrating, and even if he recently had chosen to change (rebuild himself from scratch), remnants of the past, of memories he didn't want to recall connected to this day, made his expression more sour than usual, resembling the one he used to wear at the beginning of the school year.
That was, until he met with crimson gaze, welcoming in its own way, and with a promise he couldn't yet explain.
Silently he took seat as forced, eyes falling on the meal meant for him, already struggling to understand why the blond had gotten in this much trouble for him, for a day that held no actual special meaning (especially not for Katsuki, and neither for Shoto, having learnt to ignore it after years of disappointments). He didn't wait for long before he joined his hands in front of his chest, thanked him, and started eating. Perfectly made to his liking, resembling the cooking of his mother, the taste of it brought back forgotten memories of comfort. There was no way he could enjoy cold soba made by someone else's hand ever again. Could this have been his goal from the start?
His favorite meal so deliciously made was more than he could ever ask for, yet when the other came back carrying presents (like a second santa, only that he was harder to believe, even if the real deal), with his mouth full he stared with confusion at the gifts offered. All those couldn't be for him, right ? He was supposed to choose one of them, right ? Instead of answering his questions, the card given added to them. Shoto wasn't meant for such extreme kindness.
Couldn't Katsuki see it, him who saw through everything?
Many of their classmates appreciated him more than he deserved ( he wasn't being insecure, perfectly aware he hadn't earned their appreciation, hadn't yet tried hard enough to be worthy of all their friendship ), Katsuki being the last he expected to hear him wish for his birthday.
The gifts presented to him made his head momentarily blackout — overload, too much information for him to process. If he tried to count the gifts Shoto had received from the very beginning of his life to this day (christmas included), he wouldn't count as many as the ones the blond had prepared.
How heroic of Katsuki, as if trying to make up for the letdowns of many years — as if trying to erase all the memories that kept Shoto awake at nights with this blanket.
When he got his hands on it, Shoto stared at it for a long while, before burying his face on it. Awkward was the sight of him, to anyone who didn't know him well. The feel of the blanket, he wanted to test, sleep being his biggest comfort ( had Katsuki noticed? ), even if often a challenge. His comfort, when all his days were focused on training alone, and sleep was his only time for rest — his only escape. It was soft, warm, and heavy ( just like the feel the blond gave him whenever they spent time together ). A perfectly chosen gift, matching them both.
His presence alone was a gift. Somehow, Shoto's luck seemed to have changed. From spending the biggest part of his life lost in the darkness, suddenly surrounded by such warm light he'd be, heart-warming, an inexhaustible source standing before him, allowing him to stay close. How lucky . . .
Katsuki had won his bet, long before Shoto's birthday came. For being the only one who'd make him smile with ease, when for long he had forgotten how. For easing him through all his anxieties, with his raw honesty diminishing them to their actual value. For showing him how to care deeply, when he'd once look down upon everyone.
Still learning to give voice to his heart, overwhelmed by excitement he'd find no words to describe his feelings. It was happening more often these days, the more his heart opened up to emotions unknown, the harder he worked to understand himself, but mostly to understand those he cared for. ❝ I have no words. ❞ Maybe the truth was the answer. Katsuki would forgive him, wouldn't he? He was the same after all, relying on actions rather than words. Shoto's face had changed color to a deep shade of red, unfamiliar as he was to be treated with such care.
❝ Thank you. ❞ For caring. For being his dear friend. ❝ This is the best. ❞ The best of presents. The best of birthdays. ❝ You're a wonderful friend. ❞
#( i knowww this is crap butttt i didn't wanna post this too late. also i'm really rusty )#( will improve i swear )#( thank you for the most wonderful ask i cherish your kats so damn much )#dynmghts#—❃ thread | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph#—❃ ic | look properly at who you want to become!#—❃ tba. ft. bakugo katsuki.#—❃ tba. shoto & katsuki.#—❃ dynmghts (katsuki) | although i’m not perfect i feel perfect in your eyes. turn the lights on honey. i don't wanna hide
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anxious munday meme // accepting.
@dynmghts // What are some things you worry about in terms of new people?
So there's two things I worry about: being annoying & giving people the idea that I'm usually extremely active.
On the first one, I just tend to repeat myself at times & I can also talk a lot, to the point that it can get pretty irritating for people because they may feel they can't get a word in. I try really hard when communicating verbally to pause and give people the chance to chime in, but over text, I honestly just expect people to say their responses whenever & then I'll reply to it like, mid-essay. I'm trying to get better at timing when to be quiet and give people time to reply when it comes to text, it's just a little harder because it really depends on the other person.
As for the latter: sometimes I can be extremely active (both with writing and talking), but if something goes wrong & I'm upset, I can withdraw very fast, even if it's something completely unrelated to that person. I very much bounce between periods of high activity and periods of inactivity (neither of which is actually indicative of my inspiration / desire to write, more of my motivation to be a human being instead of staying in bed). So I worry that during periods of high activity, people will think I'm really talkative and high energy and come to expect it, then get mad / be disappointed when I enter a period of low activity (which also affects irl stuff) & I'm suddenly barely managing to talk to anyone at all or reply to threads.
So I guess that, generally, I worry about the impression I give and that people will build up an image in their head of what they expect me to be like, & will be upset at me when it turns out I'm not who they thought I was / feel that I gave them unrealistic expectations of me? I'm working on finding a balance between the two so that I just have an extended period of existence in general vs being around too much or too little, but everything takes time.
#002. ❝transmissions: down with the fallen.❞ — answered#004. ❝transmissions: carnivore.❞ — ooc#dynmghts#( thank you for sending this )
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@dynmghts whispered: “ Debates are stupid. Why would I want to sit down and argue with someone blatantly dumber than me? ”
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{ ♪ } -- Bella didn't manage to stifle her snort before it sounded. A hand smacked over her mouth and she had to close her eyes and try her best to keep from bursting into laughter. Arabella Cesario-Furuya, do not laugh at that. It doesn't matter that it's hilarious. You have to be a responsible adult.
A few seconds passed before she could settle herself. One more slow breath and she looked over at Katsuki, pressing her lips together to keep from smiling.
"First off, I absolutely adore your confidence. However, You can't always assume that you are smarter, even if it's very likely true." That was the only bit she would concede. "Secondly, debates are used to convince other people instead of convincing your opponent or yourself. You're proving your point to the audience. I do agree that a lot of... A lot of debates are pretty ridiculous."
She gave a wide grin, unable to keep it at bay anymore. Frankly, she loved his attitude.
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