#( ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ) → ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ

[quiet--boy]

@mxmica wants a fight!

The slap, slap, slap of his shoes against the concrete echoed in the empty alleyway, giving the night a sinister quality. Jun walked with purpose, short legs attempting large strides as he pursued the shadowy figure weaving near the dimly lit exit. He didn’t know why the figure had caught his attention - dressed casually in a pair of denim shorts and a sweatshirt with the hood pulled up; but it had been something about the way they walked that had drawn his eye. As if they were absolutely up to no good - a wolf in sheep’s clothing, perhaps.

He’s nearly caught up now, merely an arm’s length of distance separates them. Jun tries to draw himself upright, trying to be as intimidating and authoritative as he can - he pulls on his quirk like an elastic band, stretching it and testing it almost reflexively, hoping deep down whatever he’s getting himself into won’t be too bad.

“Excuse me, is everything alright here?”

[quiet--boy]

@deepfearsrevealed wants a starter!

Eyes downcast, Jun weaved his way through the crowded street - slipping in and out of the gaps that appeared. He wasn’t fond of random physical contact, so he did he best to avoid brushing up against those surrounding him and made it to the end of the street without accident. 

Standing on the corner, watching as cars zoomed passed and people ran to catch their trains, he realized that none of the streets matched what he GPS was telling him...meaning he’d gotten lost, again. 

“Damn...” He let out a rough sigh, whirling to walk back from where he’d come. His frustration made his movements jerky, and his arm spun wide to smack into the arm of a girl passing by. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t even see you there.”

[quiet--boy]

@madakoko wants a starter!

Jun clicked his tongue at the thick necked man guarding the door to the entrance of Pretty Sweet, one of the hottest children arcades in the area. He’d planned out every detail of his trip - the bus fare, the extra shifts he’d worked bussing tables at a bar near campus, even his outfit had been handpicked. All because the little arcade was known to have one of the best tiramisu in their prefecture. 

“Look, I just want to buy some fucking tiramisu man - I’m not here to literally play games.” He snarled, teeth bared in a sneer at the man.

“Doesn’t matter; you don't get in without a kid.” 

Face scrunched in obvious irritation, Jun whipped around; stomping away from the asshole working the door. His eye landed immediately on a pink haired little girl - she was even wearing a cute backpack for christ’s sake, posing the perfect image of youthful innocence. 

A sudden idea flickered in his mind, so ridiculous it might just work. Before Jun can even evaluate the idea - he can practically taste the tiramisu now - he’s standing in front of the girl.

“Hey, kid. Do you wanna make some quick cash?”

[quiet--boy]

@inuxgami wants to get some cake!

Jun’s attention was so hyper focused on the silver ring that sat nestled in it’s box, he didn’t even register that there were other people around him. The pawn shop was sparsely furnished, and rather small, so as long as no one was breathing on him - he would be fine. He'd initially stumbled across the place on his quest for cheap food, immediately drawn inside by it’s neon signs.

But then he’d seen it - glittering from the florescent lights above, encased in a black satin box. It had been begging him to buy it - but his wallet at the time was ... short. 

22,000 yen short, to be exact.

Saving every spare coin he could, Jun had finally saved enough to pay for the ring. He could barely contain his excitement as he reached forward to snag it ... only to end up grabbing someone’s hand - who was also reaching for the ring. 

“Nuh-uh, dude, I was here first.”

[quiet--boy]

@nuncimperium wants some candy !!

Jun’s pace is sedated as he walks the nearly empty campus, sunlight streaking the sky. He had to wake up early in order to study for his quirk assessment test - his right arm still wasn’t fully functional, but that didn’t mean he could just skip the test altogether. A faint thump draws Jun’s attention upward - eyes bleary and red rimmed from lack of sleep, he almost misses the small lump that falls onto the pavement in front of him. He quickly leans down to pick it up, and hurry toward it’s owners fleeing back.

"Oi, Hisakawa-senpai, you dropped something.” 

[quiet--boy]

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The rain was coming down harder than the forecast had said, drumming a steady beat against the pavement of the empty street. Jun stood beneath a bus awning, eyes narrowed at no one in particular - if he had known about the rain, he would have brought an umbrella. Yet, here he was - hair wet and mood ruined. 

A shout draws his attention to a figure approaching in the distance - he vaguely recognizes the face of a fellow student, but he’d never been one for names.

“Ah - yeah, I did. I’m assuming you did too?”

[quiet--boy]

Jun slams his fist into the asshole’s mouth, skin scraping away as soon as it comes in contact with teeth. He ignores the blood dripping down his hand, irritation coursing through his body and spiking his adrenaline levels to max. His eyes shimmer silver as he pumps his quirk into action, his next hit sending the second asshole careening down the alleyway. Jun wasn't fast by any means - the kick coming his way is unavoidable so he merely jerks back to minimize damage, wincing when it catches his thigh - but thanks to his quirk, he can increase the velocity of his limbs, essentially making his hits way harder than normal. 

He bounces off an empty crate, arm drawn back to deliver a concrete shattering punch - he’s not trying to kill the guy, but he’s pretty pissed, so when it misses and takes off a good chunk of the brick wall he isn’t surprised. 

“Oi, are you runnin’ away?” He shouts, eyes narrowed at their retreating figures.

[quiet--boy]

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Jun was so caught up looking at the GPS on his phone, he didn’t register another presence until a soft body slammed into his own. Does no one pay attention anymore? was his initial thought, temper flaring (no, he didn’t see the hypocrisy of his thought). He struggled to stay upright, one foot swinging wildly to gain balance. It was barely caught, but he remained on his feet, eyes locking with the girl he’d nearly knocked over. 

He felt a soft calm wash over him like a warm breeze as he stared into her eyes, but it passed so quickly he didn’t have the chance to examine it - but he felt... comfortable with her. Odd considering he had been so annoyed a second ago.

“Ah - my bad, I didn’t see you there.” 

[quiet--boy]

@sxft-dxlinquent from here

“Huh? No, not at all, Tsukiyama.” Jun tries his hardest to keep the smile from his face, but he's not exactly known for his pokerface.

[quiet--boy]

@sxft-dxlinquent

[📲 • sms ] —— that is sneaky ookami!! [📲 • sms ] —— did you actually come up with that yourself [📲 • sms ] —— or [📲 • sms ] —— jk i’m just messing with you

[quiet--boy]

@hackeyed wants a starter!

Another sleepless night was being spent confined in his bedroom - Jun couldn't even recall the last time he’d been able to lay in his bed and find rest. But, there was something different about tonight. Maybe the sweet macchiato he’d chugged before coming back to the dooms was finally kicking in... either way he was feeling wired. 

He might as well find something solid to eat in the kitchen, especially since it would be empty this late at night. Snagging his sweatshirt on his way out, Jun silently walked down the halls until he found the second years kitchen, immediately rifling through the cabinets for treats.

So caught up in his exploration - gross, who even ate green tea candies? - He didn’t realize there was another person in the room until they coughed. 

“Ah - I didn’t see you there.”

[quiet--boy]

@bubblegumhero wants a starter!

Shielding his eyes from the glare of the indoor lights with one hand, Jun tries his best to maneuver the crowded mall in a way that minimizes contact with other people. It wasn’t that he couldn’t touch others - he just really didn’t want to. 

He finally comes upon the food court, spending his last little bit of money on some sort of chocolate chip explosion in a cup; finally collapsing down at a vacant table. He was sure that he was supposed to meet other UA students at the mall for a study group but he wasn't too sure on where - he’d fallen asleep when the class rep was going over details.

A girl walks into the food court, and Jun immediately recognizes her uniform as UA’s. Though he's uncomfortable just approaching a stranger (at least he was in his uniform too, so he doesn’t look like a total creep) he slowly shuffles over to her, tossing his empty cup into a recycle bin.

“Uh - excuse me, but do you go to UA?”

[quiet--boy]

[ updated tag dump pt. 1 ]

[quiet--boy]

kaneko-chan

@nekoka wants some candy !!

Head bent as he shuffles his way through the semi-empty hallway, Jun’s mind is more focused on the array of horror movies he currently has bundled in his arms. The dvd store he frequented had gone out of business - unable to keep up with the steady rise of streaming services and illegal downloading - hence their sale on... everything. 

It wasn't often Jun had money, truth is he never had money but he’d been saving for a while now in case something happened. Though, the something was supposed to be serious - he completely lacked impulse control upon seeing all the slashed prices on his favorite slasher films. He completely misses the girl walking his direction until they're almost face to face - startling Jun enough to drop a few stray dvds as he maneuvers out of her way.

“Sorry, I totally didn’t see you there!” 

[quiet--boy]

@solchimaera wants some candy !!

Adjusting the strap of his athletics bag, Jun stood awkwardly upon the threshold of the third year dorms. All the days he’d spent avoiding class, skipping out on internship interviews, and generally being lazy were finally catching up with him. He’d been officially sat down by one of the counselors about his behavior and how - if it continued - it would affect his standing at Yuuei. If that meeting had taken place a few months ago, Jun wouldn’t have been bothered - but he actually ... had friends now. 

Plus, getting his arm snapped by that psycho had really woken him up. So, here he stood - shuffling back and forth as he waits for a particular face to walk out the front door. Jun had been assigned a few weeks worth of interning at the same agency as Tamaki Amajiki; though Jun didn’t know the third year, he definitely knew of him. So he'd known the general place he was likely to find the older student, whom he was supposed to be reporting to for directions to the agency.

At last, a bowed head of dark hair emerges from the building - pointed ears drawing Jun’s attention. Taking a deep breath - and mentally preparing himself with a little internal screaming - Jun stepped into the other’s path.

“A-Amajiki, right? I’m Jun Hamada...I was told to find you. I’ll be interning with you the next couple of weeks...” Jun gives an awkward half-bow, not used to interacting with older students - especially one of the Big Three, “I-I’ll be in your care.”

[quiet--boy]

[tag dump]