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   @tailspired  /  cont. !!

   ❛ believe it or not, this is me trying to get used to the new sleep schedule, now that we live in a dorm & all ...  emphasis on trying ❜ she concluded with a very tired yawn, padded digits reaching up to avoid her morning breath from travelling farther than it needed to.

       with a small scratch to her messy bob, the brunette turns to the blond with her eyes glazed over with a dream-like glee at his offer. a small smile forms on her sleepy face, her hands raising & coming together in a praying motion as she gave a slight bow to her savior.

   ❛ are you my knight in shining pajamas... because i think you just saved me ! ❜

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holds her hand

       the kindness known to her is unsuspecting, but welcomed. 

       uraraka knows better than to voice his motion straight away, or to joke about bakugou suddenly being so shameless in his actions. he is most known for his shamelessness, whether it be have good or bad consequences in the aftermath. it’s one of the blond’s most admirable traits, she knows, & he’s rubbed off on her with his brashness throughout the previous year.

       instead of brushing off his hand covering hers as comedic ( hands are gloved, but even the chilly winter air still somehow seeped past the cheap fabric ), there’s a small smile hidden from the comforts of uraraka’s scarf. the unpocketed hand left to the elements grasps his own, soaking in the warmth his palm radiates, a small, sweet hum following after. 

       for a moment, the brunette says nothing & basks in the unknown comfort bakugou allowed her to savor. that hushed, honey-like voice breaks the silence, relief & softness laced between two simple words.

  ❛ thank you. ❜

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nothing could wipe the beam off his face. " don't you like it? " he watches the girl's expression as the keycharm is taken into her fingers. it's a round, squishy and undeniably cute peach. " it reminded me of you, " he adds. today's date had been amazing. he'd been right--- missing his bus after the license exam had been good. the train ride home had cost him, though, and so had today's ticket. but it's all been so worth it.

  ❛ when did you get this ?❜ expression somewhat dumbfounded, the relaxed smile on the peach opposite of her own nervous but pleased one. 

       thumbing the charm in her hands, she took note of how, despite it having the coloring of a peach with its soft pinkness leaking into a softer pink-gold, it was in the shape of a heart. it is a pretty cute gift, uraraka will admit that much ( & how ironic it was made in the shape of the symbol for love, too ). 

       the brunette still has that worrisome voice in the back of her mind that the cunning boy was simply using her as a means to figure out what to expect from students & staff of u.a., but the voice is pushed back as her small smile stretched into an infectious, euphoric grin.

  ❛ still, it’s super adorable ! i love it !❜

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💏 places kiri here and skeddadles away

   send me a 💏 & i will randomize a number in order for my muse to kiss yours… 

   @unrioter  /  accepting !

   19  –  … for luck

       uraraka didn’t know what to do. as she’d watch him prepare for their arrival at the hideout, fixing his gear & shark-like grin on his face. she knows he’s as nervous as she is, even if he isn’t showing it outwardly ( even the pro heroes they intern under seem to be falling victim to their nerves, today ) & really, could she blame him ? 

       they were on a rescue mission, one that could very likely end one of many lives if they weren’t careful. but then again, no matter how much someone can plan for something, life somehow finds a way to show that it won’t be contained to a set path or act accordingly. it’s unpredictable, & that scares her. even with that fear, she knows that it’s nothing compared to what the little girl inside the base must have gone through.

       the team will save her. she knows it. even if her gut tells her that they might not come out of it unscathed. so when she goes to nudge the horned boy with the gentlest touch, her grasp is timid & hesitant, & she doesn’t waste a second to even tell him why uraraka needed him to lean down a bit. 

       a small peck on the cheek, warm but short-lived, her expression fits well with her trembling voice. she’s trying to be positive, she really is ! but knowing how his protective nature can get the better of him sometimes...

  ❛ please, kirishima.. when we go inside & go looking for that little girl... come back in one piece, okay ? ❜

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" Whats the matter with you? Everything alright? "

       looking up from the metal-rimmed trash can, she was relieved that someone around her age was concerned about her condition after such an intense confrontation with the gargantuan criminal. 

       sure, she got checked out by local medics that arrived on the scene a few minutes ago & was given the a-ok that she wouldn’t be going to a hospital, but it didn’t stop her nausea from prodding at her the entire time in those few minutes. uraraka had overdone it with her quirk, but so long as the criminal wasn’t hurting or threatening anyone anymore, her heart convinced her that the sacrifice for a few minutes of an upset stomach & dry-heaving was worth it.

       once she was able to get some space, she casually slinked away from the prying eyes of the police & the medics to catch some air, hoping that taking a few deep breathes would calm her nerves &, by extension, her stomach. her anxiety shot through the roof when she felt her gag reflex begin to kick in, her arms wrapping around her torso ( the sudden constriction felt fine at first, but her ease was exceedingly short-lived ) before shooting across the sidewalk to the nearest trash can.

       pulling her hair back & behind an ear, her eyes watered even after the crying had ceased & her face felt like bakugou had used his quirk right on her face. her words are spoken with an uplifted tone now that her breathing is less erratic, though her tight & shaky grip on the rim of the trash can tells different story.

  ❛ i’m.. okay. my quirk, it’s um... this is what happens, when i go over my limit.. ❜

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running a brush through her friend's hair she hummed happily. " you have the softest hair ura-chan! if it was just a little longer i could braid it for you and make it all curly, that'd look super cute on you! the curls would frame your face perfectly! "

       having her hair played with by another person was a feeling that uraraka unknowingly missed, especially after moving to the dorms. sure, she fussed with her own hair, but there was something about someone else’s hands exploring her short, brown locks that brought a heavy sense of ease that she couldn’t imitate no matter the tool she used. 

       at the compliments that fell from mina’s mouth, uraraka’s smile brightened, prying her eyes from her t.v. to face her horned friend ( &, consequently, halting the soothing brushing ). 

  ❛ thank you ! but now that you bring it up, i did wear my hair a bit long during my first years of middle school,❜ she admitted with a matter-of-fact tone, an index finger raising in a knowing manner. 

    ❛ my hair ended up turning into ringlets at the ends ! but it took a lot of effort to manage, so i ended up chopping most of it off that summer…❜  

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floaty!

   ❛ thaaaaank yoooooouu siiirrrrrrrr !! ❜

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   @pnkacd​  /  sc. !

   ❛ okay, so when you go toe-heel-jump-twist, i go.... ❜ there are short pauses between the movements as she worded them out aloud, socks brushing against the carpeting of her dorm room floor as uraraka would attempt to mimic mina’s rhythmic manner. 

       feet cross at the ankles in her jump, but she doesn’t quite stick the landing, stumbling & nearly headbutting the other in the process. 

   ❛ sorry, sorry ! i swear i can get it right ! maybe you could show me that move again, but a bit slower this time ? ❜

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   @mgnetc  /  sc. !

   ❛ wow ! so you’re really a second-year student ? that’s so cool !! ❜ a giddy grin soon follows her words of admiration, one could even swear that actual stars had begun to shine in the first-year’s umber-colored eyes as she leaned closer to the other with her intense amount of intrigue.

       if she wasn’t careful, uraraka was going to scare off the elder student with her enthusiasm alone. there’s a small step taken back, but she doesn’t cease to bounce from heel to toe ; being accepted to this school felt so unreal, yet the few students she’s already passed by acted so much like back in middle school !

  ❛ if it’s okay that i ask, what course are you in ? ❜