mdooriya

[mdooriya]

Update: So basically, I’ve been meaning to come on to tell everyone but I got distracted and then I slept too little to compensate for that distraction, but basically I’m gonna be archiving this account and setting up my new one. I’ve already gotten a lot of my pages transferred, I do need to update the tags, but aside from that everything is pretty much there.

I’ll probably be posting a link next week for those who want it or if y’all find it you’re free to follow it! I’ve already followed some people on it and stuff. Just to mess around while I set everything up,,, my apologies–especially considering I only JUST hit 100 followers on here but I do think this change is necessary to get me back on my feet and started on rping again.

[mdooriya]

Update: So basically, I’ve been meaning to come on to tell everyone but I got distracted and then I slept too little to compensate for that distraction, but basically I’m gonna be archiving this account and setting up my new one. I’ve already gotten a lot of my pages transferred, I do need to update the tags, but aside from that everything is pretty much there.

I’ll probably be posting a link next week for those who want it or if y’all find it you’re free to follow it! I’ve already followed some people on it and stuff. Just to mess around while I set everything up,,, my apologies--especially considering I only JUST hit 100 followers on here but I do think this change is necessary to get me back on my feet and started on rping again.

[mdooriya]

@holosteric​

when midoriya’s eyes meet kirishima’s, he grins. he feels his heart do the usual flutters whenever midoriya does anything—mostly smile, or even do the small arm touches that he’s found to be a comforting gesture between them both—around kirishima. nodding, kirishima slips past midoriya in order to do what the other told him. 

books put aside for now, kirishima turns around to look at midoriya curiously. listening to the other speak, kirishima nods slowly. he knows that this plan will be solid—and kirishima thinks back to the whole hoopla with the kamino ward and yep, yep definitely not going to think further about that—it’s midoriya of all people working it out. 

“’course!” grinning and outstretching his hand to midoriya, kirishima nods. “i’m behind ‘ya one hundred percent, dude!”

that’s a thought, izuku realizes as he watches kirishima’s attention fall back on him. he trusts, and he trusts deeply. not to say that izuku himself was a pessimistic person, though he’s been occasionally overcome by pessimistic thoughts. but even izuku had a habit of thinking twice, usually--depending on the person and the situation. his mind was a beehive, catacomb upon catacomb built to store information and relay it in battle. the cause for his notes and his ideology.  but kirishima was trusting, wholly so, and it startles izuku--but also helps him realize that his actions had consequences. this was something childlike, simple--just a case of missing chips and a parched throat. still, there was that unassuming grin, inklings of creases at the sides of his eyes. mouth full of sharp teeth--izuku archives it all.  he moves forward toward kirishima, taking the outstretched hand into his. quietly marvels at the warmth that pools between their palms, the barest creep of heat along the edges of his ears. and izuku finds he doesn’t mind it, it’s pleasant, he thinks as he settles his fingers against kirishima’s. “ a-alright, you gotta listen carefully, “ izuku shuffles a little closer, comically so, speaking lowly, “ we get c-caught and we’re both i-in trouble! so just follow m-my lead. w-we’re gonna cut through the side of the s-school, be on the eye out for th-those sentry bots and m-most importantly--” he gestures with his eyes to their hands, tightening his grip briefly. “--don’t l-let go of my hand. alright?” 

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@holosteric​

kirishima watches as midoriya makes his way towards where he stood, books forgotten on the table. looking at the other curiously, eyes flicking to the way midoriya traces fingertips up his arm. 

when midoriya assures him it’s alright that the snacks were forgotten, kirishima’s mind finally connects the dots when midoriya finishes speaking.

ah yes, heading out to get snacks.

and kirishima’s pretty sure midoriya doesn’t mean heading downstairs to the communal kitchen to get them either—something that should raise alarms in kirishima’s head but well. he’s pretty used to certain… someones (bakugou) running off (katsuki) and doing their own thing (bakugou katsuki) whenever they pleased.

“nah dude!” kirishima says, “you’re not wrong, and i did forget the snacks…”

izuku grins up at kirishima, “ go put your b-books over there, next to the other’s, p-please. “ he jerks a thumb in the vague direct the table was in, bright eyes looking up at him.

“ after that i-i’ve got a plan for g-getting out of here without d-drawing too much attention to ourselves, “ izuku goes on to explain happily, “ if, o-of course, you think you c-can go with it. “

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@holosteric​

kirishima’s arms feel a bit lighter when midoriya reaches out to take the books in his arms to set on his desk. adjusting the remaining books in hand, kirishima feels himself smiling at midoriya’s laughter. it was always nice to get the other to laugh–especially after everything that’s happened lately, with the house arrest and whatnot.

…oh. the snacks he wanted to bring but… couldn’t… aw man.

with a startled noise, kirishima glances between the books in his arms and midoriya before looking sheepish.

“i wanted to get ‘ya caught up with mic-sensei’s lessons ‘cause those were a doozy and i forgot to get them…” he looks faintly bothered by the realization as he sighs.

izuku leans against his table side chair, watching the pout grow onto kirishima’s face. slight distress, nothing concrete that might cause izuku more concern--just obvious disappointment in the lack of snacks. it was a little comical, but izuku couldn’t help but let his smile grow fond. books on the tabletop forgotten as he takes a few steps forward, unable to hide how funny he found the little noise that left kirishima’s face as he walks back over to him. he eyes the books still held in kirishima’s arms, and eyes his face--which seemed a bit more embarrassed. loss of snacks causes embarrassment, it would seem, but izuku didn’t feel the need to call kirishima out on it. snacks could easily be replaced, and he has been wanting to go pick up more of them since he’d run out not too long before the skirmish with bakugou. izuku wonders, contemplates, figuring that it would be any easy enough fix--if kirishima was alright with the prospect of doing what izuku does best: not really following directions. “ that’s alright y-you know, “ he responds, reaching a hand up and lightly brushing his fingertips against the length of kirshima’s outstretched forearm, “ we can always j-just go get some, i’ve b-been meaning to buy some more but i n-never found the time, if you d-don’t mind of course.  we can a-always just come back and hit the b-books after. “

[mdooriya]

@holosteric​

meeting midoriya’s eyes—which looked just as excited and happy to see him as kirishima was doing this whole ‘studying together’ plan—kirishima motions to the best of his ability to the books in his arms. 

“…studying! and to help ‘ya catch up with the rest of the others, since… y’know, not being able to go to class for a few days…” he explains quietly, shrugging as he tilts his head. 

he had good intentions after all (totally benign reasons to visit midoriya). 

shifting the books in hand, kirishima’s face looks a bit worried for a second before, “it is cool if i helped, right?” the idle thought that midoriya probably had it covered already didn’t actually cross his mind until now, and well. guess there wasn’t any going back now.

izuku’s thoughts flicker to the fact that kirishima has a lot of issues with school, beyond actually studying. and yet, here he was, offering to help izuku when he should’ve been focusing on himself wholly.  he can’t help but think that’s just how kirishima is though, here of his own volition and how disrespectful to him it would be after he came down carrying all those books especially. so he just offers a playful shake of his head, laughing as he reaches to take some of those books into his arms. “ it’s a-absolutely fine, you kn-know you’re always welcome here, kirishima, ��� izuku answers merrily, walking toward his desk and setting the books down atop the wooden surface. “ wanna g-give me the run down of what i-i missed? “ he asks, turning around to face kirishima, “ or sh-should we get snacks s-since you didn’t bring a-any?” 

[mdooriya]

@holosteric​

books and his own notes in hand, kirishima makes his way towards midoriya’s dorm room, determined look in his eyes. this was important. he was going to do his damndest to help midoriya catch up to the rest of the class after his whole ‘house arrest’ situation.

some part of him also realizes that he might also get to help bakugou with things too and the grin that stretches across his face is definitely one of excitement. also happy at the prospect of being able to spend time with both midoriya and bakugou.

hopefully with kirishima in the middle of it, it wouldn’t be too shouty (which is a bit on the optimistic side but that was kirishima in a nutshell!).

but! back to the situation at hand!!

kirishima hums as he pauses in front of midoriya’s room, frowning slightly at the books in his hand then at the door. shifting somewhat to be able to balance the books and notes better, kirishima manages to free up his hand enough to knock a few times on midoriya’s door.

….which he hoped the other was actually there and not somewhere else having a good time. or even having his own study session, oh man. he didn’t think this through, now did he.

izuku flips through pages upon pages of news articles, curled up on his bed after a long strenuous day of cleaning up entire halls. corridors now spotless, only to be dirtied again later. most would probably be a little more than miffed about that, izuku realizes as he scans his phone for anything new--anything he hasn’t seen in the last few days. it’s all worrisome articles, people talking about the change in control. the end of the era of heroism in some cases, the most pessimistic people seemed to be keen on saying that. izuku frowns, feeling like these were all things he shouldn’t have been concerned with. he shouldn’t have been focused on the state of the universe when his own future wasn’t even certain, or secure yet. the knocking startles izuku a little, of course, when he hears it. it jerks him out of his thoughts, his eyes turning toward the door. eyelashes flutter curiously, briefly wondering who it could be. no one had come to check on him or anything, not when they knew exactly where izuku was of course. interestingly enough, despite the initial startle, izuku was a little excited to find he had someone wanting to speak to him--now, he just hopes it’s not aizawa-- he staggers on his way up, marching up to the door with a little spring in his step and a bright look in his eyes. articles forgotten as he opens the door, an even brighter smile coming over his lips when he sees just who decided to pay him a visit this evening. “ k-kirishima! “ he says, toothy grin visible, eyes landing on all the books kirishima carries in his arms, “ it’s w-wonderful to see y-you, but if you don’t m-mind me asking...what’s all this stuff f-for?”

[mdooriya]

@holosteric , @todorokishouno​ ,  @superbiia​

alright.

honestly, bakugou’s tempted to keep ignoring him. it’s what he does most of the time, especially instances where he’s barging into his room demanding snack foods and no, damn it, he payed for it with his own fucking money, it’s not his fault todoroki ate everything he bought before he left the store; but all the shit he crams in is mouth means bakugou’s the fittest one in the class, maybe right after kirishima, which is how he reasons his decision not to beat the shit out of him every time he comes in and actually sharing with him because when’s the last time he willingly did that–

the point is he’s used to tuning todoroki out. but there’s something keeping his attention, other than the obvious hilarity of the entire situation. seriously, if he were outside his body right now, bakugou would be tempted to laugh. at least sneer a little.

icyhot clearly has no idea what he’s going on about ( how the fuck did he get geometry involved in this? ), normally deadpan expression is….just as dull as it usually is. maybe this is just a misunderstanding?

but, bakugou has a feeling it isn’t. placing his book on the bed beside him and turning his body, he notes the two in the back swallow ( kirishima ), flinch ( deku ), with satisfaction & guilt in equal measure. it certainly doesn’t help when he speaks, a slow rolling rumble, “ ….look, i don’t know whose been putting what in that head of yours, half an’ half, but life doesn’t work like that. there’s no- no rectangle, damn it. “ he scowls, “so get your head out of your ass and quit wasting my time.”

it’s then he shifts his gaze, piercing scarlet meeting midoriya’s eyes with a glare. “hah? got anything to say about this, deku?”bakugou snaps.he’s singling him out, he knows this. maybe it’s because he’s the most….disbelieving.  “are you actually going along with this shit?” 

a sideways glance, kirishima stares straight back, even if bakugou knows he wants to look away. “….i heard you say you loved pikachu this morning, idiot. don’t say things you don’t mean and get swept up by this bullshit.”

the situation, as much as izuku doesn't want to admit it, is his fault. it all just happened too fast, too quickly, he didn't have enough time to think it through but was there supposed to be an excessive amount of planning. his gaze moves to kirishima, the brief, fluttering touch of his hand making midoriya come back. to his body, to this confession gone awry--and yeah, maybe izuku didn't plan it out as best as he could have. maybe there was just, a lot of mixed feelings and complex emotions he hardly spared a glance because that's just how he was. too focused on his goals, on himself, unable to read moods much less understand them. 

when kirishima touches him, he flinches out of habit. nothing serious, just a startle, a little tiny startle. the kind he got when the toaster went off after because they don't have timers and whose bright idea was that anyway because toasters make loud noises when they're done with toast and it's counterproductive not to put a timer on it and why was he thinking about this?  right, fluster. flinchy fluster fluster. todoroki is forward, kirishima is kind, and bakugou is skeptical. those were all set facts he knew, things izuku had regained in his skull as he interacted with all three of them. and while normally he shrugs off bakugou's complete denial, there's something that gets izuku about his denial in regards to the words that left todoroki's mouth. todoroki was clear, albeit a bit on the confusing side, but he was able to correlate his emotions in a way he could understand. the allergies, something about shapes that reminded izuku his homework was due tomorrow, quad. he had just got done telling himself that he wouldn't be cowardly about it, too. disappointment, izuku feels, but now's not the time to dwell on himself. it wasn't fair, to any of them, not todoroki, who usually kept to himself and didn't talk about how he felt or what he was feeling. to kirishima, who even now checked up on him. and kacchan.  so he steps forward, steadying his gaze. his eyes lock on bakugou's as he let's go of both of todoroki and kirishima's hands before speaking, " kacchan. you shouldn't d-dismiss their emotions s-so coldly. it's not fair, t-todoroki isn't... he doesn't know wh-what toying around means. and k-kirishima is horribly honest! to a f-fault, a little more th-than a fault, maybe, why be so k-keen on acting like it's n-not a possibility? " izuku fiddles with the marks and grooves that cover his right hand, picking at the dry skin there as he keeps going. his heart is strangely quiet, or it was just beating so fast he could no longer hear it. " if y-you think this is a waste o-of time, that's okay. but no one i-is putting ideas in todoroki's h-head, he can th-think for himself. and kirishima, " izuku lets his gaze falter for a second, moving to kirishima then sweeping back toward bakugou, a knowing smile on his face, " if y-you can't see it...then maybe you r-really aren't as perceptive as you th-think. " " for m-me, it's a bit more c-complicated, " izuku's shoulders sag a bit, " more like admiration..tangible b-but not enough to be called lo-- , " the word dies on his tongue, so he tries to work around it, " not enough t-to be called like like i-if you wanna get middle s-school about it. but i s-still like you, " confidence bubbles in izuku for a moment, a laugh leaving his mouth, tone teasing, " even if you are kacchan. "

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@holosteric , @todorokishouno , @superbiia

&& so we return to our hero……as if.

sprawled out on his bed, hand resting on the bare expanse of his stomach with a book balanced carefully in the other. it’s not so much that he’s reading it at this point, as he is just staring at the pages and hoping something happens. maybe it’ll do a neat party trick? only one way to find out.

it’s not just because he’s tired, either. there’s been some kind of shit going on next door ( more so than the usual clamor, kirishima grunting suspiciously as he works out ), bakugou would have started banging on the wall and telling him to cut that shit out, but that runs the risk of getting involved. he’s not sure, but he thinks he hears a certain pair of voices, which means he wants absolutely nothing to do with whatever’s happening.

so of course, all three of them burst into his room, and all he can do is roll his eyes and think: fantastic.

he’s about to tell all three of them to fuck off when todoroki starts talking, and his words bring bakugou’s brains to a screeching halt. it’s like the circuits in his head go haywire, cut out, then slowly reboot with the languid blinking of his eyes. “….cram that much shit into your body and you’ll screw yourself over, icyhot.” wow, it’s almost as if he’s ignoring what todoroki said! that’s because he is. ignoring what he said. 

there’s a little flicker, a tiny spark--sparklet--that kind of lets izuku know that when they tell todoroki who the fourth potential person involved was, there were repercussions to be had.  if there was anything izuku hated in his life, it was when he was right about things he didn’t want to be right about. the moment he feels the barest pull at his limbs, izuku tries to resist, unable to find a noise that could quite express just how distressed he feels in that moment. this was bakugou they were talking about after all, bakugou of all people, things and creations. a bundle of things he only understood the most basic amount and could only just count the amount of moderately civil conversations they’ve had on one hand. it isn’t fear of rejection, not really, izuku would’ve had to have thought he has the slimmest chance possible at getting anything deeper than the most basic hello across to bakugou. so he pulls back, futilely, against todoroki’s hold. eyes jerk toward kirishima, toward todoroki, and to the hands in his own as he’s pulled into a situation he’d give anything to avoid. just being inside bakugou’s room is giving izuku heart palpitations, and not the good kind. he only sees bakugou’s disinterest as an opportunity to be a little cowardly and try to escape. even if this was all partially his fault to begin with. “ th-this...isn’t the, “ he’s trembling a little, mouth gone dry, “ b-best way...to bring this up--the thing, you know--this. this conversation you kn-know, should be had at a b-better time--if kacchan even wants t-to have it of course. “ izuku whispers the last part, half ducking behind todoroki, “ he’s r-right anyway, chips have a lot o-of calories and calories, while a-a good part of any diet c-can become inherently b-bad if you do nothing b-but eat them..th-they sit in the pockets o-of fat reserves u-unused because th-the body h-ha-has no need for them! and that’s n-not even getting into th-the long term health hazards and the--

[mdooriya]

@holosteric , @todorokishouno

“I mean, I—I don’t know if—” Todoroki stares down, avoiding their gazes, contemplative and confused. He knows how they’d felt; he’d heard them after all, but hearing it told to him felt different. There’s something in his chest that soars at the confessions, but it’s drowned out by the overwhelming dread pooling at the bottom of his stomach. Reciprocated feelings are nice and dandy, but he knows better than to think that’s all there is to relationships, if he’s learned anything from his parents. 

“But I don’t know how… any of… this—” And he gestures vaguely with the light swish of his head. “—this works. Maybe you’re wrong about… your feelings.” He chokes down the sort of insecurities raking at his throat. All he knows is rejection, he can’t imagine anything else, but the worries ebb when he catches sight of Midoriya’s hand, outstretched, for him.    

This is something straight out of a dream, Todoroki thinks, and his body responds as if he is in one, dazed and reacting on some instinctive desire. He reaches out his hand, lets himself have a moment of closeness. He lets his palm rest against Midoriyas, gently, tentatively, for fear that he’ll recoil, before giving it a light squeeze. 

The warmth sends his heart aflutter, and then he tilts his head in Kirishima’s direction, extending his free arm outwards. His Quirk remains dormant, but his face feels like it’s burning and freezing at the same time. “Are we going to form a triangle?” And then he pauses. “Or a square. You said, four?”

izuku looks at the tentative touch of todoroki’s fingers unfurling against the flat of his palm--then at the firm grasp of kirishima’s fingers nestled among his own. then came the little squeeze, the barest affirmation of feelings todoroki didn’t understand or maybe--wasn’t sure he wanted to understand. more for his own sake than anyone else’s, izuku assumes.  out of the corner of his eye, izuku catches sight of the softness that plays over kirishima’s face in regards to todoroki. the gentle gaze he’s come to understand is nothing but natural, red irises holding no secrets--and he supposes neither did his own green eyes. it was a bit startling, izuku realizes, to expose your emotions to someone else. still, he can’t help how light he feels when todoroki draws closer, question for them both in the air--perhaps not the most overt yes neither kirishima or izuku himself has ever received but--coming from todoroki it was about as blunt as it could get. 

izuku lets a laugh, “ m-maybe a quad..? “ he teases lightly before sighing softly, “ well, n-not that i’m sure k-kacchan should know.” especially in regards to izuku, even more so in regards to izuku, “ he’s the...other one b-besides us, but--u-uhm, i...you know, t-todoroki.”

[mdooriya]

"you'll get stronger, you idiot." SLAPS BOW ON HIS FACE.

the bow falls off of his face, izuku reaching his hands to catch it before it falls to the floor.

a slight blink, but he offers a nod, “ o-of course, kacchan, i will! “

[mdooriya]

"midoriya!" a bright grin as he sets a tinsel covered flower crown on his head. "merry christmas eve dude!" leans down to press a kiss on his cheek.

“ thank y-you, kirishima! “ izuku promptly leans up, returning the kiss on the cheek with one of his own.

[mdooriya]

@todorokishouno , @holosteric

Todoroki blinks with a comical deadpan—he’s completely unimpressed by the two stuttering and wishy-washy attempts at…an explanation? (honestly, he doesn’t even know)—before diverting his gaze towards their intertwined hands. Something tells him it’s a little different than the other times any of them have held hands, vague phrases from their conversation tugging at the edge of his conscience, and it leaves his chest feeling fluttery and head light.

Damn those allergies—even though, by the ache of longing ringing in his heart to have his hand clasped as well, he knows better than to dismiss the feeling as something that comes around every spring. Even though he can’t quite put a name to it it, or more that he’s scared to, he knows the itch in his chest won’t go away unless he does something about it.

“I—” He lowers the slice of bread away from his mouth, a little disappointed that he has to stop eating. “—I heard what you were talking about. All of it.” Feelings. Multiple people. His name? It’s all jumbled in his head, and maybe he’s a little too scared to believe it, to let him have this one thing to himself. 

His fingers bunch around at the poor slice of bread in his grasp. “I don’t know if I quite understand the situation. I just—I think.” Here, his brain hiccups, a screech of tires and the wheels stop churning—it always happens around these two (and a certain third member). For some reason, he loses all ability to focus. His lips draw into a small pout. “You guys give me allergies. You need to stop that. It’s bad for my health.”

Nailed it. He rewards himself for expressing his thoughts by shoving the remainder of his bread in his mouth and chewing enthusiastically.

izuku is all too aware of the slight squeeze to his fingers, todoroki’s words flitting over his synapses as he tries to process them, take them in in their sincerity. it’s funny, to think about, actually--that izuku has an inkling as to what todoroki means when he says things like allergies, or what-have-you. there was something innocent, yet it carried weight, carried a sense of longing and lack of understanding that could only belong to todoroki. and here izuku was, at the cusp of it all. what todoroki heard, what he couldn’t understand, and the emotions already lay bare by kirishima and himself. there’s that warmth in his palm though--the too sweet tent of kirishima’s eyebrows and the fiddling of todoroki’s hands before just--going back to being himself. it was, wonderful actually. “ everything, h-huh? “ izuku mulls it over, readjusting the position of kirishima’s hand in his so that they lock fingers instead. sweaty palms--that was to tossed to the back of his mind as he got up, pulling kirishima up with him. “ we--i, uh, w-we like you, a lot, “ if he was going to be brave, he had to be brave now, “ and you don’t h-have to push yourself, b-but if you--i think that’s wh-what your allergies are, todoroki, they’re your f-feelings, and they--you probably d-don’t completely understand.” he pauses, reaching his other hand out toward todoroki tentatively, hopeful smile on his features, “ b-but, we can--if you want o-of course--we can help w-with the understanding. or something--s-similar, to h-helping, ” he turns to look at kirishima, eyes as hopeful as his smile, “ Right, K-Kirishima?” 

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Heyhey, 2016 is over (good riddance hell year) and while reflecting I realized just how wonderful a time I’ve had on this blog! Like. Seriously, I may not have made it through the year if I wasn’t a part of this community. So I decided to make a little post thanking everyone for making my bnha rp experience fantastic and for helping me cope with life in general. 

Good and Pure Friends:

@erasershouta​ @yamadahizashit​ @arcanestardust​ @mto-main​ @senseipillar​ @oncforall​ @nerdboyhero​ @mdooriya​ @holosteric​ @superbiia​ @todorokishouno​ @heroinemidnight @space-hero-thirteen @amplifyingcockatoo

Treasured Mutuals:

@tearsofamother @redrioting @corrodc @uila @froppii @usturc @conbustio @heartbeatist @legixnxfmuses @tentacoolnottentacruel @plusultradreams @banbutsuhero

Thank you all again, and best wishes for 2017!!! 

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[mdooriya]

He’s watching All Might on TV.

[mdooriya]

                     TRUE STRENGTH is not measured

                                           by the power of ARMS                                             or the wit of WORDS

                                  — but by the depth of HEART.