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the first and only rule of having fun in a fandom is picking a narratively insignificant or underappreciated character to be balls to the walls crazyinsane about

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leans into the mic to the school pa system. iiinhale -

" goooOOOD EVENING, FOLKS! LET'S WISH OUR FAVORITE HOMEROOM TEACHER A HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! " ...

... " ahem ... thank you. "

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just the way god intended

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hey small update because i never actually made a post on here about it but. i recently lost a friend and coworker, and it's been a hard thing to live on from when coupled with work + finishing up this last semester. the assignments are stacking and my brain is shot to shit lmao. i will be returning likely after i graduate in dec, but i probably won't pop in like i did a few times in the interim fhgkdf it's rough out here

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me: no one understands me

me also: behaves unintelligibly

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I just really needed to draw the suit jacket and pink sweatpants combo

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" why are we cooking CEREAAAAAL?! what are you TEACHING HIM! "

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he can't help but let mouth hang ajar, brain doing a thousand hoops a second to process the absolute gossip she'd just bombed him with. it takes all of a few seconds for his shock to turn to take a complete spin into glee, and hizashi's clasping her hands in his with a little bounce of the balls of his feet.

" holy shit holy shit, yo, you gotta back that up a li'l! how'd she react? she get off your ass since then? oooh, i bet those glares are tasty in the field, huh?! " the briefest of pauses as that second bit of information seeps through.

" wait - WHAT?! " quirk doesn't line the edges of his voice, but the shout that follows is pure hizashi in of himself. " undercover or like - date date?! y'can't just drop that on me and keep goin' on, miss lady! nevermind me, i'll tell you all about the bullshit i've been putting up with later - tell me more! "

"oh my god, it's a long story, but that reporter bitch wanted to call me out, so I fucked her husband, which he was already trash, and that sex was horrible, but whatever. I already know I'm a home wrecker, and then --- Our favorite sleepy head asked me out on a date, but of course you know it's not really asking me out like that but I have to make fun of him. But we went suit shopping for that meeting he had to go to. I love dressing him up." she laughed. " What's up with you?"

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he sees the tiniest glimpse of a bloodshot dark eye, the poorest excuse for a glare he's seen, and a huff that brings about his own airy laugh. it's when his previous words seemed to have processed to shouta in which hizashi is met with both eyes staring directly into him, not unlike a certain feline in their lives. " i hear ya, i hear ya. " ( no one's around, and no one would be coming around for a while, unless it'd be a one-off. hizashi allowed himself to almost melt towards his boyfriend, a sincerer smile filled with every single emotion he felt for this man. love and wry amusement being the most prominent. )

" i brought some coffee, if that'd wake you from the dead. otherwise, 'm not opposed to hauling you over my shoulder and moving you somewhere else. hmmm ... " make a show of tapping a finger to his chin in deep pondering, " firefighter or bridal style? "

though, one look over his shoulder reminded him of the complete mess he'd seen on shouta's desk, and there's the tiniest flicker of his eyelids in tandem with quiet inhale / exhale. hizashi was no stranger to work, and he'd been worlds grateful for his past self in actually focusing and finishing his own tasks for the weekend. his sight finds its way back to raven, and he gives a roll of his eyes in faux annoyance. ( it does little in the face of the softness to him. )

" don't worry about all that. "

there's coffeee in the vicinity-he would kill a man for coffee. maybe not this man because shouta loves that one and killing him would be both counterproductive to having a relationship. the judgement is as palpable as smell of caffeine. crashing on the floor is normal for him. convenient, easy and sleeping bag is padded enough to provide some level of comfort. this time though hadn't been entirely intentional, there was just no way he was getting up to find someplace better.

one eye peels open in a halfassed glare. hizashi is relatively clear in front of him yet his presence alone isn't enough to shake brain out of unmoving state. being physically hauled elsewhere would. physical touch always seemed to work well when shouta got stuck like this. he'd like to point out that his back always hurts but mouth remains stubbornly shut. he huffs in mostly fond annoyance. the phrasing is not lost on him, asexuality or no. nemuri taught them well. some effort pries up both lids. he blinks exactly once then stares intently in assent, not unlike trashbag trying to convince one of them to feed her through focused gaze alone.

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" oooOOOF COURSE I DID! you have got to catch me up to speed proper, yo! who did what? who said what? "

@djsouled MISS LADYYYYYYY!!

" did you miss me? I bet you did~"

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blows the smoke off of the hizashi part of my brain fr fr

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and all he does is hum in response, fond yet exasperated - placing his mug of caffeinated goodness on the ( very messy ) desk before dropping slowly into a squat besides him. shouta always looked adorable, he would always capture hizashi's heart and affection. but that affection's quickly overridden by the somewhat sour note of incredulity, as he has half a mind to scoop up shouta himself and go put him to lay down elsewhere. somewhere other than the fucking floor.

" ... if i have to hear about how bad your back hurts later, i will bitch the entire time that i rub it out for you. " but it does little in the face of his softer sort of smile. " would it kill you to let me help you move somewhere a little more comfortable? "

he's zipped up in sleeping bag as usual. after several days off campus for active duty work, his laptop and desk are full of things to be done. he would like to be doing them instead of laying uselessly on the floor. but eyes flutter shut every time he manages to pry them open which is more than can be said for his attempts at moving body parts. is it sleep paralysis if he wasn't sleeping? the most he can do in response to intrusion is a loud sigh.

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several memes were made last night but this was mine and i'm still wheezing over it

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i only set you on fire a little bit. grow up.

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watched all 3 of the quiet place movies with some buddies lately and my only thought the entire series was "mic would win"

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for you