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[ To say that Furuya dislikes the summer would, possibly, be an understatement. As someone with no heat tolerance, the Tokyo heat doesn't agree with him very much, and every time they practice outside or go to games he finds himself missing home. It almost feels like all of the island of Hokkaido is cooler than just this one city, though whether that's true or not is not something he ever thinks about. Instead, his mind wanders to pitching in the cool summer breeze - until he remembers that there was never anyone there to catch his pitches, at home, and instead he refocuses on the now.
He doesn't like the heat, but there are people here in Tokyo, at Seidou. It's an all right compromise, he guesses.
But when the Tokyo winter rolls around, he nearly basks in it. They have a day off - renovations on the indoor practice areas, and the field being prepared for heavier snowfall - and Satoru couldn't be more thankful for it. It's almost peaceful, so he's not sure where Eijun has gone off to, nor the rest of the team, but he trails along with Haruichi contently, fingers hooked in his jacket pocket so that they don't get separated. His face is half-buried in his scarf, but honestly he's only brought it along in the event that the smaller, more delicate boy might need it.
The question gets his attention, and his initial answer after a beat is a soft "mm" so that Haruichi knows that he's heard him and isn't going to ignore him (unlike Miyuki and Eijun), as he mulls over his actual response. ] It's warmer here than home, but it's better than summer. [ It's nice. He tilts his head a little to look at him better. ] How is it for you?
He doesn't like the heat, but there are people here in Tokyo, at Seidou. It's an all right compromise, he guesses.
But when the Tokyo winter rolls around, he nearly basks in it. They have a day off - renovations on the indoor practice areas, and the field being prepared for heavier snowfall - and Satoru couldn't be more thankful for it. It's almost peaceful, so he's not sure where Eijun has gone off to, nor the rest of the team, but he trails along with Haruichi contently, fingers hooked in his jacket pocket so that they don't get separated. His face is half-buried in his scarf, but honestly he's only brought it along in the event that the smaller, more delicate boy might need it.
The question gets his attention, and his initial answer after a beat is a soft "mm" so that Haruichi knows that he's heard him and isn't going to ignore him (unlike Miyuki and Eijun), as he mulls over his actual response. ] It's warmer here than home, but it's better than summer. [ It's nice. He tilts his head a little to look at him better. ] How is it for you?
[ Though Ryousuke himself could be considered a gamer, it's not as avid as, say, his brother or his soulmate. With the invention of video games, and then the eventual explosion of popularity that happened over the easy course of decades, they've always kept up to date on the latest consoles and what the latest craze has been. It's left him savvy and capable, and he can hold his own against his friends (and family) that play far more often than he does.
He's a little malicious about it, even, but that's probably his competitive side talking.
But there's just something about curling up in bed against Kuramochi's side while he plays on one of the handhelds, with the noises of the game quiet in their room, the bright glow all that illuminates the darkness around them. He lays for a while just watching Kuramochi play, watching his face and how he shifts through expressions, more than what he's playing, placid and actually harmless as he tucks his wings up close to his back and gets comfortable.
Eventually, though, the game's audio becomes more white noise than anything, and whatever conversation he was previously holding peters out. Through no fault of Youichi's, because he's talkative even when he's focused on a boss battle or handing some poor twelve-year-old their own ass in a wrestling game, but Ryousuke relaxes so much that all he wants to do is curl up closer to him. So he does, tightening his arm around his middle and nuzzling underneath his arm. It results in a satisfied hum, the content rustling of his wings beneath the sheets giving him away even more. ]
He's a little malicious about it, even, but that's probably his competitive side talking.
But there's just something about curling up in bed against Kuramochi's side while he plays on one of the handhelds, with the noises of the game quiet in their room, the bright glow all that illuminates the darkness around them. He lays for a while just watching Kuramochi play, watching his face and how he shifts through expressions, more than what he's playing, placid and actually harmless as he tucks his wings up close to his back and gets comfortable.
Eventually, though, the game's audio becomes more white noise than anything, and whatever conversation he was previously holding peters out. Through no fault of Youichi's, because he's talkative even when he's focused on a boss battle or handing some poor twelve-year-old their own ass in a wrestling game, but Ryousuke relaxes so much that all he wants to do is curl up closer to him. So he does, tightening his arm around his middle and nuzzling underneath his arm. It results in a satisfied hum, the content rustling of his wings beneath the sheets giving him away even more. ]
[ it's so easy to forget that the world around him isn't real.
the people in the crowds move and work like the ones back home, even it's not malls full of electronics and people in the newest clothing and instead people shopping for wares in open markets with candlelight. it's odd, how kenma notices the same ticks in the fictional world of a replicated past. it makes blending in easier, but then again, people still give him dirty looks for the blond in his hair. it makes him so uncomfortable that one of the few things that helped him have peace now make him stick out.
too bad he can't do anything about it, short of cutting off all his hair and that is definitely out of the picture. he'll only stick out more for sure. kenma just has to accept that this time, he is truly, utterly, stuck, and even if he plays it off like some virtual reality video game go awry, there's no changing it. he can watch and change his behavior and clothes as much as he wants, but with one red eye and one golden brown one and his hair he'll always be an outsider.
he's learned to accept it here. after all, he'd rather be an outsider because then he has a chance to get out, to figure this place out and leave. his hands shake with nerves in the night, because he can't be sure if that will ever work out for him.
so much for his simple high school life.
what helps in this desolate place is not being alone. there's kuroo, a kid he never really knew until they found themselves stuck in this fictional hell together. he's a bit obnoxious, but kenma can't deny he's made him feel infinitely safer, and had him taken into the same shrine for a warm bed and meals. that's more than kenma could've done on his own.
kenma wanders through the woods around the shrine, collecting his thoughts without music and video games to distract him to do it instead. if he can't have those, it's better to be completely alone. maybe if he's lucky he'll find some kind of glitch in the system to get him out of here.
all he has to remember is to be back before nightfall. he doesn't need to face those demon horrors again. ]
the people in the crowds move and work like the ones back home, even it's not malls full of electronics and people in the newest clothing and instead people shopping for wares in open markets with candlelight. it's odd, how kenma notices the same ticks in the fictional world of a replicated past. it makes blending in easier, but then again, people still give him dirty looks for the blond in his hair. it makes him so uncomfortable that one of the few things that helped him have peace now make him stick out.
too bad he can't do anything about it, short of cutting off all his hair and that is definitely out of the picture. he'll only stick out more for sure. kenma just has to accept that this time, he is truly, utterly, stuck, and even if he plays it off like some virtual reality video game go awry, there's no changing it. he can watch and change his behavior and clothes as much as he wants, but with one red eye and one golden brown one and his hair he'll always be an outsider.
he's learned to accept it here. after all, he'd rather be an outsider because then he has a chance to get out, to figure this place out and leave. his hands shake with nerves in the night, because he can't be sure if that will ever work out for him.
so much for his simple high school life.
what helps in this desolate place is not being alone. there's kuroo, a kid he never really knew until they found themselves stuck in this fictional hell together. he's a bit obnoxious, but kenma can't deny he's made him feel infinitely safer, and had him taken into the same shrine for a warm bed and meals. that's more than kenma could've done on his own.
kenma wanders through the woods around the shrine, collecting his thoughts without music and video games to distract him to do it instead. if he can't have those, it's better to be completely alone. maybe if he's lucky he'll find some kind of glitch in the system to get him out of here.
all he has to remember is to be back before nightfall. he doesn't need to face those demon horrors again. ]
[the moment kanji heard that souji-senpai was going back home he wanted to make something special for him. sure he gave senpai the cute strap!!! but he wanted to actually give souji something to remember the team by when he was actually home home. it took a lot of convincing on his side for the others to agree and give him old t-shirts and stuff they had worn throughout the year, but the end product turned out really nicely. he managed to make souji a really nice t-shirt quilt and had put the finishing touches (everyone's buttons from their uniforms) on the quilt. now all he had to do was give it to souji before he left.
hopefully he could do it without tearing up though. anyway- he had called souji earlier and set up the exchange without muss or fuss!! so maybe he could do this!!! and of course he was a tad bit early, but hey. he's just... nervous okay!!!]
hopefully he could do it without tearing up though. anyway- he had called souji earlier and set up the exchange without muss or fuss!! so maybe he could do this!!! and of course he was a tad bit early, but hey. he's just... nervous okay!!!]
[ It goes without saying that Souji doesn't really want to go back home with his parents. He's felt a stronger connection with the Dojimas and his friends here, in Inaba, than he has in his parents in the past sixteen years. This year in Inaba has been the best in his life, despite the murders and near death experiences, all of the struggles they've been through. But the bonds he has with his friends... well, they're lasting.
And leaving is necessary, but he's going to miss all of them.
So he's more than happy to spend time with Kanji, when he sets something up. He could note a nervous strain in the exchange, however, so he makes a point to arrive a little early himself. Not nearly as early as Kanji, which is made apparent as he comes up to their favorite hangout overlooking the river, but early enough that he won't be waiting long.
One hand in his pocket, he raises the other, a smile on his face. ] Hey, Kanji.
And leaving is necessary, but he's going to miss all of them.
So he's more than happy to spend time with Kanji, when he sets something up. He could note a nervous strain in the exchange, however, so he makes a point to arrive a little early himself. Not nearly as early as Kanji, which is made apparent as he comes up to their favorite hangout overlooking the river, but early enough that he won't be waiting long.
One hand in his pocket, he raises the other, a smile on his face. ] Hey, Kanji.
[so. valentine's day. pretty much the worst day of the year for any high school girl, but especially for yui. she's a senior with the stupidest crush ever on her long time friend and captain of the volleyball team, and is fast running out of time to do anything. no matter how many times she smacks her cheeks with her palms in an attempt to get hyped up, all she feels is vague nausea and that stupid little fluttery feeling in her stomach that comes whenever she sees him waiting for her outside the classroom.
plan a: do absolutely nothing like the last three years. she'll eat her weight in ice cream and annoy her mom and it'll be fine.
plan b: confess. that's a hilariously bad idea so let's just pretend we didn't even put it on the list.
plan c: give him something in secret. she's helped other girls on her team make chocolate before, she knows how, so it's not like it'd be hard. she has time on her hands now.
that's what she ends up doing, tucking the small box under her uniform blazer as she hurries towards daichi's classroom. right now, he could be on the other end of the school, getting his lunch with suga and asahi. perfect timing. plus, she's around often enough that the other people lingering in the classroom don't give her a second glance. yui just slips in there, smooth as silk, and makes her way over to his desk as nonchalantly as possible as she removes the red-wrapped package from her jacket. now all that's left is to put it in his bag and she's home free.]
plan a: do absolutely nothing like the last three years. she'll eat her weight in ice cream and annoy her mom and it'll be fine.
plan b: confess. that's a hilariously bad idea so let's just pretend we didn't even put it on the list.
plan c: give him something in secret. she's helped other girls on her team make chocolate before, she knows how, so it's not like it'd be hard. she has time on her hands now.
that's what she ends up doing, tucking the small box under her uniform blazer as she hurries towards daichi's classroom. right now, he could be on the other end of the school, getting his lunch with suga and asahi. perfect timing. plus, she's around often enough that the other people lingering in the classroom don't give her a second glance. yui just slips in there, smooth as silk, and makes her way over to his desk as nonchalantly as possible as she removes the red-wrapped package from her jacket. now all that's left is to put it in his bag and she's home free.]
[ okay, here's the thing: sugawara never gets sick.
maybe it's because he's been blessed with a pretty sturdy metabolism, or maybe all the frequent exercise keeps him in decent shape, or maybe it's because his body is just so naturally geared towards taking care of other people that it simply kicks germs right off to the wayside. whatever the case, he's never had anything more serious than a cold or a headache since elementary school, no matter how many of his classmates fall prey the various seasonal ailments that plague the halls.
... but here's the thing about absolutes: there's always an exception to every rule.
and naturally, when suga does get sick, it's at the worst possible time. his very first round of finals is just around the corner as a university freshman, and everyone's been stressed for weeks under the weight of an increased workload and upcoming tests. professors are crabby, morale is low, and... there's a monster flu going around that just so happens to punch suga right in his unsuspecting face. he's been down with it all weekend, laid up in bed and absolutely miserable, head and lungs packed full of congestion, throat sore enough to suggest that he's swallowed a handful of thumbtacks, alternately burning alive and then freezing to death under the ravages of a fever that stubbornly refuses to break. his own roommate has long since fled for the (relatively germ-free safety) of the campus library, but...
every single gross and miserable step of the way, daichi's been there at his side, absolutely steadfast. applying warm or cool compresses to his forehead in turn, coaxing juice and medicine into him, supplying kleenexes and throat lozenges, and trying to take his temperature every few hours like the fussiest of mother hens. ... there was even an attempt at pillow fluffing, but suga stubbornly fought that one off.
... he feels bad for making daichi waste his entire weekend like this, but it's still... nice. more than nice, actually, but he's too exhausted to fumble around in his head for the more appropriate word that properly encompasses the warm and giddy feeling that comes when your best friend (and ridiculous high school crush) drop everything to come fuss over you a little.
but!! it seems like he's finally coming through the worst of it, if... the reappearance of a sense of humor is enough to go by. ]
If I die, Asahi isn't allowed to speak at the funeral. [ which is the hoarse greeting daichi gets when he reenters the room, half-muffled by the way suga has his face shoved in his pillow. his head is still killing him. ] He'll cry during the whole eulogy. It'll be depressing.
maybe it's because he's been blessed with a pretty sturdy metabolism, or maybe all the frequent exercise keeps him in decent shape, or maybe it's because his body is just so naturally geared towards taking care of other people that it simply kicks germs right off to the wayside. whatever the case, he's never had anything more serious than a cold or a headache since elementary school, no matter how many of his classmates fall prey the various seasonal ailments that plague the halls.
... but here's the thing about absolutes: there's always an exception to every rule.
and naturally, when suga does get sick, it's at the worst possible time. his very first round of finals is just around the corner as a university freshman, and everyone's been stressed for weeks under the weight of an increased workload and upcoming tests. professors are crabby, morale is low, and... there's a monster flu going around that just so happens to punch suga right in his unsuspecting face. he's been down with it all weekend, laid up in bed and absolutely miserable, head and lungs packed full of congestion, throat sore enough to suggest that he's swallowed a handful of thumbtacks, alternately burning alive and then freezing to death under the ravages of a fever that stubbornly refuses to break. his own roommate has long since fled for the (relatively germ-free safety) of the campus library, but...
every single gross and miserable step of the way, daichi's been there at his side, absolutely steadfast. applying warm or cool compresses to his forehead in turn, coaxing juice and medicine into him, supplying kleenexes and throat lozenges, and trying to take his temperature every few hours like the fussiest of mother hens. ... there was even an attempt at pillow fluffing, but suga stubbornly fought that one off.
... he feels bad for making daichi waste his entire weekend like this, but it's still... nice. more than nice, actually, but he's too exhausted to fumble around in his head for the more appropriate word that properly encompasses the warm and giddy feeling that comes when your best friend (and ridiculous high school crush) drop everything to come fuss over you a little.
but!! it seems like he's finally coming through the worst of it, if... the reappearance of a sense of humor is enough to go by. ]
If I die, Asahi isn't allowed to speak at the funeral. [ which is the hoarse greeting daichi gets when he reenters the room, half-muffled by the way suga has his face shoved in his pillow. his head is still killing him. ] He'll cry during the whole eulogy. It'll be depressing.
[ As always, Daichi is reliable, steady - this extends to his immune system, apparently. He's only gotten bedriddenly sick a handful of times in his life, for which he's thankful as he's reached university. After all, you can only have so many sick days. He'd rather use those for things that aren't, you know, being sick.
Like when Suga gets sick, he effectively puts everything on hold and uses all of those sick days to ensure that he'll have someone to take care of him, when he's usually the one taking care of other people. The jokes Tanaka and Nishinoya and Ennoshita plague them even now, parents fussing after their kids, and now... well, who better to take care of your mom when she (or he, in this case) is the one that's sick? At least Suga's miserable because of a flu that's invaded campus, rather than because he was taking care of someone else. But it's so bad that Daichi won't be shocked if he's its next victim.
Something he's trying to not think about, as he makes sure that Suga drinks juice and pocari, feeds him soup and okayu. He's probably going to have to change Suga's sheets by the end of the day, but at least he's managed to keep his room aired out and not smelling like someone's slowly dying in a locker room.
But, lo! A sign of life!
Daichi perks at the sound of Suga's voice, croaking as it is, and huffs a quiet sound of amused fondness at him. His smile is hidden behind his mask, but it reaches his eyes, softening them around the corners as he pads back into his room on socked feet, juggling a couple bottles of juice and water, aspirin, and his reading work. Staring at people while they sleep is generally frowned upon, especially when you've recently realized that you've kind of been in love with them for years, so he's been trying to keep busy every time Suga dozes off. ]
Everyone would cry during the whole eulogy, you know that, right? [ He drops down to sit next to his bed, setting things down one by one until he can nudge Suga gently in what he's assuming to be his shoulder with a bottle of pocari. ] C'mon, I brought aspirin.
Like when Suga gets sick, he effectively puts everything on hold and uses all of those sick days to ensure that he'll have someone to take care of him, when he's usually the one taking care of other people. The jokes Tanaka and Nishinoya and Ennoshita plague them even now, parents fussing after their kids, and now... well, who better to take care of your mom when she (or he, in this case) is the one that's sick? At least Suga's miserable because of a flu that's invaded campus, rather than because he was taking care of someone else. But it's so bad that Daichi won't be shocked if he's its next victim.
Something he's trying to not think about, as he makes sure that Suga drinks juice and pocari, feeds him soup and okayu. He's probably going to have to change Suga's sheets by the end of the day, but at least he's managed to keep his room aired out and not smelling like someone's slowly dying in a locker room.
But, lo! A sign of life!
Daichi perks at the sound of Suga's voice, croaking as it is, and huffs a quiet sound of amused fondness at him. His smile is hidden behind his mask, but it reaches his eyes, softening them around the corners as he pads back into his room on socked feet, juggling a couple bottles of juice and water, aspirin, and his reading work. Staring at people while they sleep is generally frowned upon, especially when you've recently realized that you've kind of been in love with them for years, so he's been trying to keep busy every time Suga dozes off. ]
Everyone would cry during the whole eulogy, you know that, right? [ He drops down to sit next to his bed, setting things down one by one until he can nudge Suga gently in what he's assuming to be his shoulder with a bottle of pocari. ] C'mon, I brought aspirin.
[ it's summer, which means it's just a few degrees shy of being too hot to exist.
even kuroo hasn't made a single mention of venturing outside to practice volleyball; they've been holed up in kenma's room since mid-morning, shades drawn to keep out the ruthless sun and twin room fans working at full blast to stir the muggy air. and even still, any sort of movement seems unbearable in the heat -- kuroo is sprawled out on his stomach on the mattress in his best impression of roadkill, and kenma has his head pillowed on the small of the other boy's back and his knees tucked up to his chest. he's doing his absolute best to focus on the video game in his hands, like a distraction will be all it takes to forget the suffocating summer heat that seems determined to melt them both, but...
... it's the fifth time he's died on the same level, and that marks the end of kenma's reserves of patience and stamina.
which is why he lets the handheld console drop to the mattress with a barely audible little thump, turning his face a little further into kuroo's back and letting himself go limp. utter defeat. ]
... it's hot. [ fix it. ]
even kuroo hasn't made a single mention of venturing outside to practice volleyball; they've been holed up in kenma's room since mid-morning, shades drawn to keep out the ruthless sun and twin room fans working at full blast to stir the muggy air. and even still, any sort of movement seems unbearable in the heat -- kuroo is sprawled out on his stomach on the mattress in his best impression of roadkill, and kenma has his head pillowed on the small of the other boy's back and his knees tucked up to his chest. he's doing his absolute best to focus on the video game in his hands, like a distraction will be all it takes to forget the suffocating summer heat that seems determined to melt them both, but...
... it's the fifth time he's died on the same level, and that marks the end of kenma's reserves of patience and stamina.
which is why he lets the handheld console drop to the mattress with a barely audible little thump, turning his face a little further into kuroo's back and letting himself go limp. utter defeat. ]
... it's hot. [ fix it. ]
[ Compared to Kenma, Kuroo has an incredible heat tolerance. Godly, even. He's tanned from so much time out in the summer sun, running around after Bokuto and practicing volleyball, eating popsicles. Just running around like a tomcat. Sometimes he can get Kenma to come with them, but generally he doesn't like to put him through that unless he can ply him with A/C and ice cream.
So when he's rendered immobile, it's bad.
Between the muggy heat and the white noise that he associates with Kenma playing video games, he's been bleary and half asleep ever since he came over to faceplant into Kenma's bed. He'd basically thrown off his shorts to lounge around in a tanktop and his underwear - he's been in the Kozume house so much that he doesn't bat an eye at what his mom might think - and just... died. ]
You have to move if you want me to fix anything. [ It's a little slurred into the pillow he's half mashed his face into. But he cracks an eye open to look at him, and his heart gives a pitiful pang for the sorry state Kenma's in. ]
So when he's rendered immobile, it's bad.
Between the muggy heat and the white noise that he associates with Kenma playing video games, he's been bleary and half asleep ever since he came over to faceplant into Kenma's bed. He'd basically thrown off his shorts to lounge around in a tanktop and his underwear - he's been in the Kozume house so much that he doesn't bat an eye at what his mom might think - and just... died. ]
You have to move if you want me to fix anything. [ It's a little slurred into the pillow he's half mashed his face into. But he cracks an eye open to look at him, and his heart gives a pitiful pang for the sorry state Kenma's in. ]
[His step mother had him scrub the house, top to bottom, clean every single thing that could possibly get dirty- just for the mere chance of getting to go to the ball. Really, all he wants is the chance to get out of this house and out into the world, even for a little while. He doesn't think it would change much, but he'd still like that tiny taste of freedom.
But they ripped up his suit, the suit he'd been working on for months. Still, there's a little bit of magic in the world, as his Fairy Godfather shows up and magics him a lovely forest green suit, nice boots and a carriage to take him to the palace.
Once he arrives, he's just marveling at everything. From the guests to their fashions to the music that they're playing. He's never been anywhere so crowded yet open. His distraction means he runs directly into the prince-]
Ah- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you like that--
[And then his eyes widen as he notices exactly who he's run into.]
But they ripped up his suit, the suit he'd been working on for months. Still, there's a little bit of magic in the world, as his Fairy Godfather shows up and magics him a lovely forest green suit, nice boots and a carriage to take him to the palace.
Once he arrives, he's just marveling at everything. From the guests to their fashions to the music that they're playing. He's never been anywhere so crowded yet open. His distraction means he runs directly into the prince-]
Ah- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you like that--
[And then his eyes widen as he notices exactly who he's run into.]
[ People constantly clamor to go to the ball, spend months leading up to it preparing for the party and food and dancing. There's gossip about who will dance with who, what romance might happen between different classes, how many fights might break out -
And Shouto doesn't care for any of it.
He tends to spend his time beforehand in training, trying to avoid his father as much as is humanly possible. His brothers enjoy it, and Fuyumi indulges a little more in frivolous things come this time of year, but he detests it as his father's "masterpiece." He's always used balls and the like to show him off to people that he'd rather not socialize with.
But, here he is, going through the paces, when someone runs right into him. On instinct, he reaches up, grabbing hold of their shoulders to keep them both from falling down. ]
It'd probably be a good idea to pay more attention to where you're going, with this many people around. [ He doesn't sound annoyed, at least. Just sort of tired, and... admittedly blunt. ]
And Shouto doesn't care for any of it.
He tends to spend his time beforehand in training, trying to avoid his father as much as is humanly possible. His brothers enjoy it, and Fuyumi indulges a little more in frivolous things come this time of year, but he detests it as his father's "masterpiece." He's always used balls and the like to show him off to people that he'd rather not socialize with.
But, here he is, going through the paces, when someone runs right into him. On instinct, he reaches up, grabbing hold of their shoulders to keep them both from falling down. ]
It'd probably be a good idea to pay more attention to where you're going, with this many people around. [ He doesn't sound annoyed, at least. Just sort of tired, and... admittedly blunt. ]
I've been waiting for the tododeku hype train to come to my station tbh
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[ Ever since he was little, Tadano Itsuki has wanted to help people. It's hard to get past nerves to do this, but he's nothing if not determined - always has been - so when it comes to academy training, he throws himself headfirst into it with all he's got. His mother worries for him, as all mothers do when their children decide to take up what can oftentimes be a dangerous profession, but she encourages him. His father claps him on the shoulder, proud and just as supportive, and they're both in the crowd when he's accepted into the Tokyo Police Department as an officer, after graduating in the top of his class.
Which is probably why his relationship with Narumiya Mei eats at him constantly for a while.
As a romantic at heart, Itsuki believes in love at first sight.
He also believes that maybe it would have made his life easier if he had not fallen in love with a billionaire who stole from other rich people for the thrill of it, like an adrenaline junkie standing on the edge of the precipice.
He certainly would've turned him in ages ago, when he'd put two and two together, the figure in the near-catsuit strikingly familiar in swagger to the blond man in the sleek suit. (Nevermind the flirting, god.) But here they are, dealing with a string of robberies that just keep happening and happening, one after the other. They've recovered a lot of the stolen goods, sure, but the fact he has to apologize for their shortcomings and play a game of fetch for the people that have suffered the thefts is a little... stressful, and irritating, when he knows who's stolen them.
So he shows up, without an appointment, and without calling Mei in advance. While determined to do something about all of this, he flusters a little when the receptionist sends him a wink and a smile, paging him in without even asking why he's there.
All she says is into the intercom is: ] Narumiya-san, your boyfriend's here to see you.
Which is probably why his relationship with Narumiya Mei eats at him constantly for a while.
As a romantic at heart, Itsuki believes in love at first sight.
He also believes that maybe it would have made his life easier if he had not fallen in love with a billionaire who stole from other rich people for the thrill of it, like an adrenaline junkie standing on the edge of the precipice.
He certainly would've turned him in ages ago, when he'd put two and two together, the figure in the near-catsuit strikingly familiar in swagger to the blond man in the sleek suit. (Nevermind the flirting, god.) But here they are, dealing with a string of robberies that just keep happening and happening, one after the other. They've recovered a lot of the stolen goods, sure, but the fact he has to apologize for their shortcomings and play a game of fetch for the people that have suffered the thefts is a little... stressful, and irritating, when he knows who's stolen them.
So he shows up, without an appointment, and without calling Mei in advance. While determined to do something about all of this, he flusters a little when the receptionist sends him a wink and a smile, paging him in without even asking why he's there.
All she says is into the intercom is: ] Narumiya-san, your boyfriend's here to see you.
[Izuku is plain, he's always been plain. From the top of his head to the tips of his toes, there's nothing extraordinary about him.
The only thing that might even be worth mentioning is the fact he's quirkless, and even then that's just saying he's even plainer than plain. The only thing that ever really bothered him was his quirkless nature, but even that he grew used to.
Besides, there are plenty of jobs that don't need a quirk. Like being a photographer. Even as plain as he is- or maybe it's because he's so plain, he can tell what's beautiful and just the right angle for the perfect photo.
And as such he's in high demand for anybody who might want a professional photo taken.
Still, this isn't a call he was ever expecting. Todoroki Shouto, just Shouto as his hero name- one of the new up and coming heroes, coming to him? To his studio?]
A-Are you sure? Here? When did you want to come in?
The only thing that might even be worth mentioning is the fact he's quirkless, and even then that's just saying he's even plainer than plain. The only thing that ever really bothered him was his quirkless nature, but even that he grew used to.
Besides, there are plenty of jobs that don't need a quirk. Like being a photographer. Even as plain as he is- or maybe it's because he's so plain, he can tell what's beautiful and just the right angle for the perfect photo.
And as such he's in high demand for anybody who might want a professional photo taken.
Still, this isn't a call he was ever expecting. Todoroki Shouto, just Shouto as his hero name- one of the new up and coming heroes, coming to him? To his studio?]
A-Are you sure? Here? When did you want to come in?
[ When he breaks out as his own hero, Shouto's agent tells him repeatedly that he needs to have pictures done. He doesn't really see much of a point in it, personally - plenty of people know who he is because of his father, so it's not like they can't identify him even without the media hounding him every time he saves the day. But she won't leave him alone about it, and so he eventually has to relent.
Her list of recommendations are people that have worked with Endeavor's agency, but he opts to go for someone else when he sees the pictures that he's taken.
Maybe he doesn't care about the idea of photography - understandably, he thinks, even if he doesn't talk about it - but he can tell that this person is good.
Even if he sounds like he can't believe that Todoroki is calling him. ]
Yes, I'm sure. [ He wouldn't call if he wasn't??? ] When's your earliest available opening?
Her list of recommendations are people that have worked with Endeavor's agency, but he opts to go for someone else when he sees the pictures that he's taken.
Maybe he doesn't care about the idea of photography - understandably, he thinks, even if he doesn't talk about it - but he can tell that this person is good.
Even if he sounds like he can't believe that Todoroki is calling him. ]
Yes, I'm sure. [ He wouldn't call if he wasn't??? ] When's your earliest available opening?
[Izuku pokes his head out of the ocean almost daily. There's something magical about the world up there, up where they walk, up where they run, up where the stay all day in the sun-
Anyway. Humans are fascinating to him. To the point that his mother worries for her poor curious son.
And he's been watching a ship sail around the oceans that he considers his home. There's a man there with curiously two-toned hair, he's never seen any human with hair like that before. It's smooth sailing for them for a few days, and then the storm comes in.
Izuku is perfectly safe, just as long has he ducks underwater. But watching the humans, he knows that they can't breathe submerged in ocean water like him.
The one with the two-toned, hair, the fascinating one, is the one that falls out of the safety of the ship. The rest of his pack(?) seem to either stay on the ship, or into boats. But something happened to two-toned.
So he'll take him and swim him up to the nearest sandy shore.
Izuku hesitates a moment before putting a hand on the man's cheek, but he does it anyway. His tail twitches in agitation. He's heard about CPR, but he's not sure if he has the right kind of lungs to do it properly for a human.]
Please wake up...
[He isn't supposed to be seen, but he can't just let humans die in his ocean. Not when he's right there to do something about it.]
Anyway. Humans are fascinating to him. To the point that his mother worries for her poor curious son.
And he's been watching a ship sail around the oceans that he considers his home. There's a man there with curiously two-toned hair, he's never seen any human with hair like that before. It's smooth sailing for them for a few days, and then the storm comes in.
Izuku is perfectly safe, just as long has he ducks underwater. But watching the humans, he knows that they can't breathe submerged in ocean water like him.
The one with the two-toned, hair, the fascinating one, is the one that falls out of the safety of the ship. The rest of his pack(?) seem to either stay on the ship, or into boats. But something happened to two-toned.
So he'll take him and swim him up to the nearest sandy shore.
Izuku hesitates a moment before putting a hand on the man's cheek, but he does it anyway. His tail twitches in agitation. He's heard about CPR, but he's not sure if he has the right kind of lungs to do it properly for a human.]
Please wake up...
[He isn't supposed to be seen, but he can't just let humans die in his ocean. Not when he's right there to do something about it.]
[ Shouto figures he probably shouldn't be running off to work on trade routes, furthering his training there rather than at home under the press of his father's thumb, but honestly? He doesn't give a damn at this point. His disavowal isn't exactly a secret, so the moment he steps foot on the ship he feels quiet relief wash over him.
The sailors he spends his time with tell him stories, teach him things, show him the world from a different viewpoint than the one he's used to. He thinks the idea of merfolk and other sea creatures is a little farfetched, and he tells them as much, but they reassure him that he'll find out before too long that a man sees quite a bit out on the open waters.
He didn't actually expect them to be right.
Later, Shouto won't be able to recall how he wound up in the water. The storm rallies against the ship, and one moment he was on the deck, battening down, and the next he was in the water. While he might be a proficient swimmer, it doesn't do much in the storm.
If it weren't for one of the very things he didn't believe in, he'd probably be dead, drowned and at the bottom of the ocean or dashed against something. At first, it's like Izuku was too late, that there's not anything he can do.
But he stirs, and when he wakes up, he... realizes that he wakes up, coughing and trying to shift up onto his elbow, away from the person over him, so that he can hack a lungful of water out, gagging on the salt of it. ]
The sailors he spends his time with tell him stories, teach him things, show him the world from a different viewpoint than the one he's used to. He thinks the idea of merfolk and other sea creatures is a little farfetched, and he tells them as much, but they reassure him that he'll find out before too long that a man sees quite a bit out on the open waters.
He didn't actually expect them to be right.
Later, Shouto won't be able to recall how he wound up in the water. The storm rallies against the ship, and one moment he was on the deck, battening down, and the next he was in the water. While he might be a proficient swimmer, it doesn't do much in the storm.
If it weren't for one of the very things he didn't believe in, he'd probably be dead, drowned and at the bottom of the ocean or dashed against something. At first, it's like Izuku was too late, that there's not anything he can do.
But he stirs, and when he wakes up, he... realizes that he wakes up, coughing and trying to shift up onto his elbow, away from the person over him, so that he can hack a lungful of water out, gagging on the salt of it. ]
["I’m calling to cancel our date because I’m actually in the ER right now, sorry. …I mean, sure, I guess you can come down here, but… okay…" "AU"]
Hello, Todoroki-kun... I'm really, really sorry about this. I was looking forward to it too- but I don't think I can manage our date tonight. [Somebody in the background going "Deku?" in that way people used to go "It's All Might!"
He waves at them as smiles before going back to the conversation.]
It's nothing that serious. I'm just suffering from intense frostbite on my leg and I can't really feel it.
[At least the bone isn't crushed like it would have been when they were in school.]
Hello, Todoroki-kun... I'm really, really sorry about this. I was looking forward to it too- but I don't think I can manage our date tonight. [Somebody in the background going "Deku?" in that way people used to go "It's All Might!"
He waves at them as smiles before going back to the conversation.]
It's nothing that serious. I'm just suffering from intense frostbite on my leg and I can't really feel it.
[At least the bone isn't crushed like it would have been when they were in school.]
[ When you get a phone call on date night, one you've specified to your friends as date night, it's usually because something has happened. Shouto braces himself when he answers, but it's... not nearly as bad as he anticipated. ]
It's fine, Midoriya. We can reschedule. [ And he means that, too, sounding placid, if relieved that it's not a major emergency. You never know with their friend group. ]
They're not warming you up too quickly, are they? [ Now he sounds annoyed, as he goes to change his direction. If there's anyone that knows about the risks of frostbite, it's Todoroki. So he can't help but get a little cranky about his boyfriend's care, even if he knows that these are professionals that have years and years of experience in hero injuries. ]
Which hospital are you at? The one downtown? [ Guess who's coming down to the ER. ]
It's fine, Midoriya. We can reschedule. [ And he means that, too, sounding placid, if relieved that it's not a major emergency. You never know with their friend group. ]
They're not warming you up too quickly, are they? [ Now he sounds annoyed, as he goes to change his direction. If there's anyone that knows about the risks of frostbite, it's Todoroki. So he can't help but get a little cranky about his boyfriend's care, even if he knows that these are professionals that have years and years of experience in hero injuries. ]
Which hospital are you at? The one downtown? [ Guess who's coming down to the ER. ]
[He's eighteen and thus officially considered an adult. And thus the peace treaty between their two countries needs to be sealed by marrying off their two youngest children.
It's times like these he worries a bit about what exactly the kingdom wants out of him. Todoroki Shouto is clearly a man, just like him. He's met his fiancee a few times before, usually at big parties and places where he didn't feel comfortable. It's hard to tell with Todoroki, but he thinks he might have also been uncomfortable...? Maybe?
Apparently this wedding is for a ceasefire between their two countries. Which is wonderful, he's glad if they can't stop fighting. But he has to wonder if this is really the best way, as he's on his way to country the Todoroki's own.
And once he gets there and sees Shouto one on one-]
I look forward to getting to know you better, Todoroki-kun.
It's times like these he worries a bit about what exactly the kingdom wants out of him. Todoroki Shouto is clearly a man, just like him. He's met his fiancee a few times before, usually at big parties and places where he didn't feel comfortable. It's hard to tell with Todoroki, but he thinks he might have also been uncomfortable...? Maybe?
Apparently this wedding is for a ceasefire between their two countries. Which is wonderful, he's glad if they can't stop fighting. But he has to wonder if this is really the best way, as he's on his way to country the Todoroki's own.
And once he gets there and sees Shouto one on one-]
I look forward to getting to know you better, Todoroki-kun.
[ While he might not understand the logic behind this particular plan, at least in the case of the other kingdom, Shouto can at least understand what they're aiming for. His father is... bloodthirsty, and he'd be the first to say it, but after enough coercion he's been talked into marrying his youngest son to Midoriya Izuku for political reasons. Said youngest son has a suspicion that he's doing it to see if he can't gain anything from the connection, honestly. His opinions on his father aren't... really the kindest.
But he does remember Izuku, so the choice could have been a lot worse. While most people would probably call him plain, if asked, Shouto would say he has certain things about him that shouldn't be regarded as such.
Case in point: when they see each other one on one, all he can think is the fact that he almost seems to have gotten more freckles. It's actually kind of fascinating, and a little charming? ]
Likewise, Midoriya. [ He inclines his head, regarding him. ] We've got plenty of time, at least.
But he does remember Izuku, so the choice could have been a lot worse. While most people would probably call him plain, if asked, Shouto would say he has certain things about him that shouldn't be regarded as such.
Case in point: when they see each other one on one, all he can think is the fact that he almost seems to have gotten more freckles. It's actually kind of fascinating, and a little charming? ]
Likewise, Midoriya. [ He inclines his head, regarding him. ] We've got plenty of time, at least.
[ When Shouto was a whelp, his mother had told him stories about the world outside their castle. She told him about how dragons usually lived, not in castles but in caverns, forests, places far beyond their reach. Even then, he could tell that she was wistful, happy to share the stories that she knew but sad to tell them, like she missed something. But he hadn't realized, until his father started to train him, planning on using him as a weapon, a tool for victory, that it was because of him.
Endeavor's name carries clout for a reason, he realizes. Not because he's benevolent, despite the fact he's an acclaimed hero. Mercy isn't on his mind so much as ambition is, which he pushes into his son.
Which is why he rebels, as a fledgling, and abandons the castle when he's full grown. With his mother long gone, moved elsewhere so that she can't disrupt her husband's attempts to mold their son into what he wants him to be.
Shouto decides to go looking for her, in that wide world she told him about, where knights fought dragons like him. It's worth the risk, though - he wants to be the knight that shows up to save her, even if he hasn't been in his human form for a long time.
But instead of his mother, he finds... one such knight, maybe? He has a weapon, obviously. And armor. Despite this, though, he's hurt. His horned head tilts as he assesses him for a long moment, before he makes a decision to relocate him to the cave he's found for himself. It's pretty easy to move him - he's light, and probably would be even if he was as big as his bastard of a father - and he makes sure not to move him in a way that might hurt him more, or dislodge the sword. Even sheathed, he can sense magic off it.
... so that's how he'll wake up: in a different location than the one he'd collapsed in, and with a bi-colored dragon staring down at him with mismatched eyes. ]
Endeavor's name carries clout for a reason, he realizes. Not because he's benevolent, despite the fact he's an acclaimed hero. Mercy isn't on his mind so much as ambition is, which he pushes into his son.
Which is why he rebels, as a fledgling, and abandons the castle when he's full grown. With his mother long gone, moved elsewhere so that she can't disrupt her husband's attempts to mold their son into what he wants him to be.
Shouto decides to go looking for her, in that wide world she told him about, where knights fought dragons like him. It's worth the risk, though - he wants to be the knight that shows up to save her, even if he hasn't been in his human form for a long time.
But instead of his mother, he finds... one such knight, maybe? He has a weapon, obviously. And armor. Despite this, though, he's hurt. His horned head tilts as he assesses him for a long moment, before he makes a decision to relocate him to the cave he's found for himself. It's pretty easy to move him - he's light, and probably would be even if he was as big as his bastard of a father - and he makes sure not to move him in a way that might hurt him more, or dislodge the sword. Even sheathed, he can sense magic off it.
... so that's how he'll wake up: in a different location than the one he'd collapsed in, and with a bi-colored dragon staring down at him with mismatched eyes. ]
[There's hero work, and then there's the fact that he doesn't quite have enough to cover all his bills just yet. He's a new hero and one that didn't start at an already establish agency. So bills? They can hurt.
Which is exactly how he found himself working part-time at a flower shop.
Imagine his surprise when Todoroki storms in and slams a $20 on the counter.]
Todoroki-kun? Did... Did you need a bouquet?
[It can't be for something nice considering the face he's making.]
Which is exactly how he found himself working part-time at a flower shop.
Imagine his surprise when Todoroki storms in and slams a $20 on the counter.]
Todoroki-kun? Did... Did you need a bouquet?
[It can't be for something nice considering the face he's making.]
[ Bills are hell - even Shouto can say that, though thankfully he still has the funds that his father's been putting into an account for him for years now. Eventually he's going to transfer them all to his own account, but that'll be when he's better established.
So that makes it kind of hilarious to him, in a way, that he's using his old man's money for this. ]
My old man's recovering from an injury, but being an asshole about - honestly, everything. [ Blunt as ever. ] How do I say "fuck you" in flower?
[ Ever since he and his mother started growing closer again, Shouto's ferociously protective of her. The smallest slight against her out of Endeavor's mouth, and he's on a warpath of spite. ]
So that makes it kind of hilarious to him, in a way, that he's using his old man's money for this. ]
My old man's recovering from an injury, but being an asshole about - honestly, everything. [ Blunt as ever. ] How do I say "fuck you" in flower?
[ Ever since he and his mother started growing closer again, Shouto's ferociously protective of her. The smallest slight against her out of Endeavor's mouth, and he's on a warpath of spite. ]
[It's been a long few years at Yuuei, and he wouldn't trade it for the world. They've grown up and become heroes in their own right without being pros just yet. They're the people that the public can depend on to be there for them.
But they're also just people at the end of the day. It's going to be another month or so until they're officially added to the hero registry, which means time to themselves.
So after graduation hits, Izuku looks for Todoroki.]
I want to go on a road trip. A little holiday before we really start in the business.
Do you want to come with me?
But they're also just people at the end of the day. It's going to be another month or so until they're officially added to the hero registry, which means time to themselves.
So after graduation hits, Izuku looks for Todoroki.]
I want to go on a road trip. A little holiday before we really start in the business.
Do you want to come with me?
[ It's... interesting, realizing that they've finally made it. After everything they've been through, and everything they've done and seen. The League of Villains certainly made their lives hell, but they survived, and the years at Yuuei are over.
Surreal is probably a good word for it.
But amidst all the well wishes and congratulations and the "holy shit, we made it" that at least five people have said to him since the ceremonies, it's easy for Shouto to spot Izuku.
And he blinks at him, still subtle in his mild expressions, but the surprise is obvious to anyone that knows him. ]
A road trip? [ A beat, then: ] I think I'd like that.
Surreal is probably a good word for it.
But amidst all the well wishes and congratulations and the "holy shit, we made it" that at least five people have said to him since the ceremonies, it's easy for Shouto to spot Izuku.
And he blinks at him, still subtle in his mild expressions, but the surprise is obvious to anyone that knows him. ]
A road trip? [ A beat, then: ] I think I'd like that.
[Izuku used to live nearby the Todoroki's and he went to school with Shouto. They used to be close friends, best friends. Izuku's nickname for Shouto was "Shoucchan" and they did almost everything together.
The Midoriya's had to move away for his dad's business reasons. And they eventually moved into the apartment that he does in canon. Shouto's mother had her breakdown, and Izuku wasn't there to see it. No, instead he meets Kacchan who's aggressive and violent and nicknames him "Deku".
He knew Shoucchan wanted to be a hero just as much as he did, so it shouldn't have been a surprise to see him here in Yuuei, but- but he can't help being surprised. It's been years! He could recognize that two-toned hair at a glance.]
Shoucchan?!
The Midoriya's had to move away for his dad's business reasons. And they eventually moved into the apartment that he does in canon. Shouto's mother had her breakdown, and Izuku wasn't there to see it. No, instead he meets Kacchan who's aggressive and violent and nicknames him "Deku".
He knew Shoucchan wanted to be a hero just as much as he did, so it shouldn't have been a surprise to see him here in Yuuei, but- but he can't help being surprised. It's been years! He could recognize that two-toned hair at a glance.]
Shoucchan?!
[ When Shouto was a kid, he had one friend that his mother essentially helped him smuggle into his life. His father didn't allow him to socialize with other kids, even his own siblings, when there was training that took precedent. But going to school allowed him to interact with Izuku, who he'd bonded with over their love of All Might, and had been his partner in... well, everything. Where Izuku went, Shouto wasn't far behind, his bodyguard against harassment.
But then, the Midoriyas were gone, and so was his best friend. It... certainly made things hard, afterwards. He had no one to go to when his mother snapped under all the stress, and a little boy couldn't fight a bully of Endeavor's merit.
Years later, though, the nickname still puts him on point. The voice doesn't match what it was, what, almost a decade ago? But he still turns, surprise visible on his marred face. ]
Izuku?
But then, the Midoriyas were gone, and so was his best friend. It... certainly made things hard, afterwards. He had no one to go to when his mother snapped under all the stress, and a little boy couldn't fight a bully of Endeavor's merit.
Years later, though, the nickname still puts him on point. The voice doesn't match what it was, what, almost a decade ago? But he still turns, surprise visible on his marred face. ]
Izuku?
[He goes out to the apartment mailboxes and pick out what he assumes is his mail, and because he assumes that the mailman was paying attention opens up the envelope that looks different from all the other junk mail he tends to get.
"Dear Shouto," it starts, and the moment his eyes sit on the definitely incorrect name, he flips over the evelope.
From: Todoroki Fuyumi
To: Todoroki Shouto
But the number of the apartment building is definitely his. He narrows his eyes at the envelope and gingerly puts it back.
Maybe he's a neighbor who gave his... Mom? The wrong apartment number? Maybe he just misspoke it when they were last talking. Still, he really doesn't want to go and mess with somebody else's mail. So he'll get up and start knocking on doors.
Starting, of course, with his floor.]
Hello, are you Todoroki Shouto?
"Dear Shouto," it starts, and the moment his eyes sit on the definitely incorrect name, he flips over the evelope.
From: Todoroki Fuyumi
To: Todoroki Shouto
But the number of the apartment building is definitely his. He narrows his eyes at the envelope and gingerly puts it back.
Maybe he's a neighbor who gave his... Mom? The wrong apartment number? Maybe he just misspoke it when they were last talking. Still, he really doesn't want to go and mess with somebody else's mail. So he'll get up and start knocking on doors.
Starting, of course, with his floor.]
Hello, are you Todoroki Shouto?
[ Moving out had been one hell of a process, Shouto reflects. Transferring all of the money from the account his father had set up, putting the money into his own. Finding somewhere close to his mother's hospital but not too far away from work, and easy enough to get to via the train so he could travel easily and Fuyumi could visit without too much hassle. The only downside is that he's been so used to his one address all his life that he... might have misspoke his apartment's address to Fuyumi.
It doesn't occur to him that he's messed up, so it's a good thing that his neighbor is a good person who doesn't actually try to read his mail and goes about finding a way to return it to him.
He answers the door and blinks at the person on the doorstep, surprised despite himself. ] Yes?
It doesn't occur to him that he's messed up, so it's a good thing that his neighbor is a good person who doesn't actually try to read his mail and goes about finding a way to return it to him.
He answers the door and blinks at the person on the doorstep, surprised despite himself. ] Yes?
[i was stuck in the rain and you actually shared your umbrella with me i thought this stuff only happened in bad rom coms
When the weather says it's going to be clear, and the skies are basically screaming out bright, shiny day, you don't think about the possibility of getting trapped at the library.
He didn't bring an umbrella, and he only lives a few blocks away from the campus. With the way the rain's pouring down, trying to walk that distance would mean getting soaked all the way down to the bone.
He looks wistfully out at the world beyond the awning and sighs.]
When the weather says it's going to be clear, and the skies are basically screaming out bright, shiny day, you don't think about the possibility of getting trapped at the library.
He didn't bring an umbrella, and he only lives a few blocks away from the campus. With the way the rain's pouring down, trying to walk that distance would mean getting soaked all the way down to the bone.
He looks wistfully out at the world beyond the awning and sighs.]
[ Despite the fact the weather calls for sunny skies and warm weather, Shouto is always nothing if not prepared. He has an umbrella in safekeeping, just for days like these whether the weather suddenly decides it wants to change on a dime.
So he's hardly fazed when he heads out with his bag slung across his chest, tapping at his phone with one hand, carrying the closed umbrella against his shoulder with the other. But he looks up as he exits the building, noticing a familiar face staring out at the rain.
He can't help but be a little amused. ] Trapped?
So he's hardly fazed when he heads out with his bag slung across his chest, tapping at his phone with one hand, carrying the closed umbrella against his shoulder with the other. But he looks up as he exits the building, noticing a familiar face staring out at the rain.
He can't help but be a little amused. ] Trapped?
[You saw your ex coming your way with their new significant other and freaked out. You grabbed my hand, whispered a quick plea to let you propose to me in front of them. I agreed because you’re cute.
He likes his exes, he really does. There's nothing wrong with them, they're on friendly terms. But it's also been three years since he's had a date that really stuck.
So please forgive him Todoroki, this might have been a normal friendly coffee date on any other day. But today he's grabbing your hand and getting down on one knee.
He has to sell it, okay?]
Please let me propose to you, Todoroki-kun.
[And then his exes walk in.
It's now or never, please nod.]
He likes his exes, he really does. There's nothing wrong with them, they're on friendly terms. But it's also been three years since he's had a date that really stuck.
So please forgive him Todoroki, this might have been a normal friendly coffee date on any other day. But today he's grabbing your hand and getting down on one knee.
He has to sell it, okay?]
Please let me propose to you, Todoroki-kun.
[And then his exes walk in.
It's now or never, please nod.]
[ Generally speaking, Shouto can't... really talk about having a good love life. He's not particularly interested in dating people he doesn't already know, probably a result of his parents' relationship, which limits the prospects a great deal, since either he'd rather stay friends with those people or they're already dating someone else.
Or he's sure they're not interested in dating him and want to stay friends, too. He's fine with this, honestly. So the idea of panicking because of an ex (or two, in Midoriya's case) is farfetched to him.
What was supposed to be a casual outing with Izuku escalates in a second, and he stares with widened eyes down at him.
But he looks so pleading, and it takes him all of two seconds to figure out what's happening. Socially inept a lot of the time, yes. Unintelligent and unobservant, no.
So, he nods. ]
Or he's sure they're not interested in dating him and want to stay friends, too. He's fine with this, honestly. So the idea of panicking because of an ex (or two, in Midoriya's case) is farfetched to him.
What was supposed to be a casual outing with Izuku escalates in a second, and he stares with widened eyes down at him.
But he looks so pleading, and it takes him all of two seconds to figure out what's happening. Socially inept a lot of the time, yes. Unintelligent and unobservant, no.
So, he nods. ]
[I'm a private detective hired to follow you, but you're endearingly boring and mostly I just like watching you and oops, I sort of find you adorable.
Izuku Midoriya is as average as average can get. He gets up at 7 am, he takes a shower for fifteen minutes and makes a simple breakfast. Then he leaves his apartment at 8, to get onto a bus that takes him to his work.
It's a small hero agency, and he seems to be managing the media of their newest hires. He's there until 12, when he takes his lunch break and goes for katsudon at the restaurant across the street. He returns at 1, to do the exact same thing, and then goes home at 6, riding the bus home.
He makes himself a small meal, and watches television, usually the news, occasionally hero documentaries. He watches it for three hours, in between checking social media.
After that brushes his teeth and goes to bed. It takes him about 10 minutes to go to sleep, and he never closes his blinds.
Honestly, who even wanted to follow this boring fellow?]
Izuku Midoriya is as average as average can get. He gets up at 7 am, he takes a shower for fifteen minutes and makes a simple breakfast. Then he leaves his apartment at 8, to get onto a bus that takes him to his work.
It's a small hero agency, and he seems to be managing the media of their newest hires. He's there until 12, when he takes his lunch break and goes for katsudon at the restaurant across the street. He returns at 1, to do the exact same thing, and then goes home at 6, riding the bus home.
He makes himself a small meal, and watches television, usually the news, occasionally hero documentaries. He watches it for three hours, in between checking social media.
After that brushes his teeth and goes to bed. It takes him about 10 minutes to go to sleep, and he never closes his blinds.
Honestly, who even wanted to follow this boring fellow?]
Edited 2016-07-27 07:00 (UTC)
[ After following his mark around for a while, Shouto is sort of... wondering that, himself.
The entire thing is boring, and kind of creepy if he thinks about it, but it's what he was hired to do. Which is also something he questions, because he's not necessarily the type to do private investigations. Most people recognize him with only a doubletake at most, but he's pretty stealthy when he has to be, so he guesses it's still something he can do.
A part of him wants to know if there's a personal grudge? Or if it's a stalker with a crush? Midoriya is fairly cute, in a easygoing, almost plain kind of way. Except when he smiles - in which case, Shouto feels the temperature shift before he gets it under control again a beat later. It's weird.
Which is why he opts to run into him one day - literally - as he's leaving on his lunch break. Might as well get a closer look, right? No harm in that. ]
The entire thing is boring, and kind of creepy if he thinks about it, but it's what he was hired to do. Which is also something he questions, because he's not necessarily the type to do private investigations. Most people recognize him with only a doubletake at most, but he's pretty stealthy when he has to be, so he guesses it's still something he can do.
A part of him wants to know if there's a personal grudge? Or if it's a stalker with a crush? Midoriya is fairly cute, in a easygoing, almost plain kind of way. Except when he smiles - in which case, Shouto feels the temperature shift before he gets it under control again a beat later. It's weird.
Which is why he opts to run into him one day - literally - as he's leaving on his lunch break. Might as well get a closer look, right? No harm in that. ]
[They've done it, after three years worth of fighting the Villain Alliance, they've finally, finally won. It took a lot of hard work and a ton of learning, but at long last, these villains are behind bars.
And Izuku's always been the person who wears his heart directly on his sleeve, never hiding even a bit of emotion. So he turns to Shouto in his joy and kisses him right on the lips.
And then he realizes what he's just done. He's practically frozen, hands still on Shouto's shoulders.]
And Izuku's always been the person who wears his heart directly on his sleeve, never hiding even a bit of emotion. So he turns to Shouto in his joy and kisses him right on the lips.
And then he realizes what he's just done. He's practically frozen, hands still on Shouto's shoulders.]
[ All the blood, sweat, and tears that they've poured into the past three years have finally paid off - they have scars to show for it, and trauma that few of them will ever repeat outside of a select few, but they've done it. Finally, the biggest threat is gone.
True, there will be other villains to fill the void. But none so dangerous.
Shouto can feel the adrenaline still pumping, knows he'll crash after they can all go home, but it's like it spikes even more when Izuku kisses him.
He just. Stares back at him, mouth slightly open and hands raised close to Izuku's hips. And then his left shoulder starts to heat up under his hand. ]
True, there will be other villains to fill the void. But none so dangerous.
Shouto can feel the adrenaline still pumping, knows he'll crash after they can all go home, but it's like it spikes even more when Izuku kisses him.
He just. Stares back at him, mouth slightly open and hands raised close to Izuku's hips. And then his left shoulder starts to heat up under his hand. ]
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