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who would like to... maybe plot a thing with me and yumi?

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@perditus just almost killed me and it was iconique. 

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TAISHIRO.

“Aw, my bad ‘yumi ! I thought when ya said help yourself ya meant everythin’—”

                ❝ well, it’s not so much a problem that you’re helping yourself, more that... ❞  oh no.  she seems to have made him upset.  her nose wrinkles and then the corners of her lips pull down into a slight frown.  ❝ i was gonna make you something, you know?  i wanted to cook for you.  but... if you need a snack... ❞

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SHOUTA.​

            TIRED EYES look at the woman once she speaks ,  head turning slowly from the papers he was grading .  well ,  she wasn’t wrong      when is she ever ?      ;  a break would come in handy now .  yet the knowledge that he still had more things to do once the papers were done with …   “   i’m busy ,  fuyumi .   ”

      but he knew how stubborn she could be (   someone as stubborn as him ,  really   —   perhaps one of the things that had surprised him MOST after a while of knowing her     ) ,  and therefore knew she wouldn’t give up that soon .  plus ,  he really did want to rest for a bit …

      what the hell .

      with a sigh ,  he gets up from his chair ;  only to walk closer to the other and almost immediately fall with his head on her lap ,  looking up at her still .   “   only five minutes though ,  okay ?   ”   his voice is stern ,  yet sleepy already .

               busy.  he’s always busy, isn’t he?  a frustrated breath of air is pushed between pursed lips, eyebrows pulling together for a brief moment in a look of consternation.  it’s gone almost as quickly as it wandered across her face.  it isn’t right to be angry at him for things he can’t control.  or rather... it isn’t right to hold the same awe inspiring dedication that she fell in love with against him. 

he caves though.  he always seems to, when it comes to her.  a hum echoes from deep in her chest, fingers gently threading through his hair.  already, he’s heavy, the weight of his exhaustion settling upon her lap.  five minutes.  how can she only give him five minutes when he looks so tired.  ❝ of course, sweetheart... ❞  he won’t blame her, will he?  if she looses track of time? 

can he really hold it against her? 

the little life inside of her kicks against his father’s head and she laughs quietly,  ❝ looks like he’s promising to make sure you don’t get too comfortable, ❞  be kind to your father. he’s working hard to protect you.   ❝ you’re going to run yourself into the ground at this rate, shouta.  i’m worried about you. ❞

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                ❝ why don’t you lay your head down? ❞  she pats her lap, leaning back against the couch with a slight smile curling on her lips,  ❝ you look like you could use a break. ❞  / @primeraser​

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UZUI-SAN.

“Yeah, but you were busy sooooo I helped myself.”

               ❝ busy mixing herbs to keep that giant gash in your arm from getting infected. ❞  the look she gives isn’t entirely pleasant.  she’ll make sure the salve stings.  ❝ you’re bleeding into your rice, uzui-san. ❞

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I’VE BEEN LESS THAN HALF MYSELF                                   FOR MORE THAN HALF MY LIFE.

extremely private & highly selective fuyumi todoroki established forever ago.  penned by ashe. 

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               ❝ y’know, if you wanted food, you could’ve just asked and i would have made you something.  you didn’t have to go rummaging so carelessly through my cabinets... ❞

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now should i keep all the old content on this blog or wipe it and start completely from scratch? 

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hacker vc: I’m in.

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note: fuyumi has her own wire @hieshou and u should def add her if u use wire 

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maybe i shouldn’t have put fuyumi on her own blog. 

anyway i’m here 

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peaks my head in here

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                                               𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

full name:  todoroki fuyumi

nicknames / aliases: yumi, fuyu

size: 5′3″

age: 23

Zodiac: sagittarius sun, cancer moon, libra rising 

very friendly, people pleaser, extremely persuasive enjoys adventure & can be somewhat reckless very sensitive and intuitive, likes being comfortable. impressionable. 

Spoken languages: japanese, english, and some spanish

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.

hair color: silver white with streaks of red. her hair is relatively unruly and tends to not obey despite multiple efforts to convince it to do so.  she’s sort of resorted to letting it do whatever she wants. 

eye color: aquamarine. her eyes more resemble her father’s than her mother’s but are a touch darker.  she likes them, unlike her siblings who seem to dislike the fact that they have their father’s eyes.  they’re pretty and different enough that she doesn’t see dad every time she looks in the mirror but similar enough to know she’s a todoroki.

skin tone: pale.

body type:  struggled with weight for the majority of her life. she has a bad habit of stress eating that she’s been dealing with since her little brother was separated from the family.  she overeats to the point of illness when she’s extremely depressive.  she’s gotten in better shape since her teenage years, but still caries more weight than average around her hips, chest, tummy and thighs.  she’s extremely self conscious about it. 

voice:  kei shindo

dominant hand: right handed

posture: exceptional posture, considering she slouched exclusively as a teenager.  it’s taken ages to teach herself to stand up straight, but she wanted to be a good example for her students. 

scars: burns and deep cuts along her inner upper thighs and arms, generally hidden via long sleeves. several smaller scars dot the rest of her body from scratch at healing wounds and the like. cuts and burns on her fingers, small, that she plays off as from playing with her brother when she was younger. 

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃.

place of birth: musutafu, japan

siblings: touya (deceased), natsuo, and shouto todoroki

parents: rei and enji todoroki

𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄.

occupation: school teacher. though following the massive battle and the outing of her family history to all of japan, she’s been placed on forced leave and is considering alternate life paths. she would like to get into counseling for kids, but she’s not really sure what she wants to do with herself. 

residence(s): musutafu, japan

close friends: verse dependent.  she doesn’t have close friends by habit, though she does have a lot of acquaintances through her father and is friendly with a good number of pro heroes. 

relationship status: heavily verse dependent. 

financial status: eat the rich levels of wealthy

driver’s license: yes, and she owns and drives a small toyota hatchback

criminal record: none

vices: s//lf h//rm

𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

sexual orientation: bisexual / biromantic

relationships preferred sexual role: submissive / bottom, can be a bit of a brat depending on her partner, but tends to be more service oriented. likes being involved, doesn’t like leading (with a few exceptions, i’m looking at you rina). 

turn-ons: going out of the way to spend time with her, a good sense of humor, empathy, understanding, patience, people who are driven / passionate, no real physical turn ons other than a killer smile

turn-offs: cruelty, unreasonable temper, ignoring her needs, belittling her family, not giving her space and patience when she needs it. 

love language: quality time & touch (romantic interests only, she’s very iffy about touching people she doesn’t know, but once she gets to know you if she’s got a crush she’s more likely to insert herself into your personal space)

relationship tendencies: she tends to fall very quickly but is extremely slow to admitting her feelings and especially to saying the “l” word despite feeling it pretty early on in a relationship. she likes to be with people who take their time with her, who are funny and entertaining and not too serious.  it’s important for them to not put a huge emphasis on who she is or who her father is.  she is very doting and extremely loyal when in a relationship.  can be a little needy / possessive at times but usually for good reason.  likes to go camping or to festivals or just hang out reading or doing something together.  

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒.

character’s theme song:

I. hello my old heart by the oh hellos

II. nine by sleeping at last

III. delilah by florence & the machine

IV. older by sasha sloan

V.  look at the sky by porter robinson

hobbies to pass time: camping, hiking, watching soap operas, reading, and listening to music. she doesn’t really have a lot of free time because she spends most of it taking care of her family or working. she used to be a pretty avid gamer as a teen, but stopped in favor of camping when she could. she likes to sit in the wild and listen to music or read or just explore. she does a spot of photography too every now and then.

mental illnesses:  moderate to severe cptsd and major depressive disorder. she’s dealt with symptoms of depression for most of her life but has them more or less under control. she dissociates heavily to cope with trauma and reminders of said trauma, often needing to practice mindfulness and grounding techniques at the risk of forgetting days on end. her actual memories of her childhood are pretty blurry because of this, but she remembers what she’s been told and she tries not to think too hard ababout the gaps.

phobias: fire, her older brother

self-confidence level: low

tagged by: Stolen from the dash  tagging: @victoryclaimed (for kei), @kusatta (for rina!), @perditus (for nagant!), @taishiyaki, @ohquirks (for aizawa!), and anyone else who wants to do it!

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𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙸𝚂.

                                 her hand burns cold against his too warm skin, but he leans into her touch nonetheless. he knows his fever is a lot worse than he lets on, but he’ll be fine. he has to be — there’s too much to do, he can’t just stay in bed all day. even as he tries to push against her to sit up, he does not have the strength to continue to try, and so he settles back down after the kiss to his neck.

                                 "i’m not convinced noctis won’t come storming through to see why his dinner isn’t made.“ it’s a joke, for the most part. he hopes noctis will have enough sense and enough manners not to barge in and startle fuyumi. "but… please, if you insist on staying, take care not to get sick.” he’d hate for her to feel like this because he got her sick. “promise me the moment you feel like you might be sick, you’ll keep your distance.”

               she ought not smile, but as he lays back down the corners of her lips pull upward in satisfaction, happy at least that he’s consented to resting even though he doesn’t want to.  she reaches out to run her fingers through his hair, biting back a gentle giggle as he comments on noctis’s horrific lack of manners.  no doubt the prince would be hungry when he came home, but she’s more than capable of seeing to the issue.  ❝ i’ll make sure there’s food for you and noctis both, okay?  ❞

              he worries too much.  she sighs, her hand running down his chest in search of his.  she’ll stay until he’s better and not a moment sooner, but she knows better than to argue with him.  stubborn, the both of them.  stubborn in their loyalty, stubborn in their dedication, and stubborn in their love for each other.  someday it’s going to get one or both of them killed.  ❝ i promise, sweetheart.  i’ll take care of all three of us, okay?  you just focus on getting better... ❞

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@goldenhrt​​ whispered: Slightly playful was he in conversing with Fuyumi. He was enjoying himself, && only hoped that she was enjoying herself as well. Drew himself closer to the female to look down && study what she had been focusing on.

Claude’s own cheek brushed against Fuyumi’s. He was in close quarters && proximity with her. Alas, intimacy for him is quite different than most others. From an outsider’s perspective, their close companionship could be mistaken for perhaps something more. But, this was Claude. The Reigan-Almyran was known for having a different definition of personal space. The flirtatious personality really shone in him when he spoke with others. Acted like this to many of his friends && even acquaintances.

❝ khaverá … ❞ he addressed her as what he saw her as. a friend. ❝ what are you writing there, Fuyumi? Anything you need help with ~ ❞

              the alternating sound of her pen and foot tapping at separate, rhythmic intervals is comforting.  a hypnotic and mesmerizing cadence that her eyes instinctively follow as she attempts to parse out her thought process.  what had she been doing?  something about reading.  studying?  there’s a book in front of her, a heavy child development textbook opened to a chapter about attachment styles.  that’s right.  attachment styles refer to the particular way in which an individual relates to other people.

             suddenly, there is heat against her cheek - a comforting warmth that brings her out of her maze of thoughts and back into the living room.  the tapping stops, turquoise eyes caught on green ones, cheeks alight with a soft glow of pink.  he’s never understood personal space particularly well.  a notion that’s well understood in a traditional household such as her own, but entirely lost upon him.  she places her pen against her notebook carefully and with the same hand reaches to adjust her glasses.

             ❝ just notes, ❞  she explains easily, eyes shifting towards the notebook between herself and the book for a moment.  senseless scribbles and numerous dots from tapping, more like.  nothing seemed to register.  focus often dissolved into long periods of near unconsciousness where she lost track of what was happening around her.  ❝ i… ❞

             when she turns to face him, their noses brush much as their cheeks had.  fingertips fall upon sun kissed skin like delicate snowflakes, cold to the touch as they spread across his cheek.  there is a moment, just a fraction of a second, where she humors herself with the notion that she might kiss him.  a tip of the chin, a turn of the head.  lips like honey.  she wonders how they taste.  

             instead, she closes her eyes, like she’s biting back the impulse, rational fighting against floaty romanticism for dominance.  ❝ claude, you’re uhm… you’re very close uhm… we should… ❞  further muddling her message, her free hand tangles in his shirt.  ❝ i think that we should… ❞

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𝙼𝙸𝚁𝙺𝙾-𝚂𝙰𝙽.

         CLEARS HER throat …  “  ENDEAVOR - SAMA IS A PUSSY ASS WEAK BITCH WHO NEEDS HIS ASS HANDED TO HIM ! ! !  I’D BEAT HIM EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK ! ! !  ”

               ❝ mirko-san, please! ❞  she looks absolutely scandalized, reaching fruitlessly to cover rumi’s mouth,  ❝ people are looking!  you’re embarrassing me! ❞