#says me who plans on skipping a lot of classes

[tender-rosiey]

oh em gosh imagine gojo with an s/o who's basically as obsessed and in love with him as he is with us <33 and every1 is just like 😒ugh get a room

back and forth — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: equally being obsessed with each other>>> also check out @novelbear her prompts are out of their world! I used some of the dialogue prompts hehe

you would like to say that you’re immune to satoru’s charms, but then you would be a liar.

sometimes you, sure, can say no, but most of the time you indulge him. he uses his pretty face and even prettier words to get his way. it does reassure you that you have the same effect on him. actually, he can never say no to you.

he once sat with himself to think that maybe he is spoiling you, and he needs to stop, but then you entered the room beaming, smooching his face and asking to go to that one café that opened recently.

satoru’s original plan was to do the paperwork yaga has been yelling to him about, but how can he say no to you? so with a grin, he locked arms with you and the both of you skipped to the café.

so yeah, you’re both so down horrendous for each other and neither of you can deny it.

it’s terrible for everyone around you.

the way the both of you are screaming each other’s name from a mile away and running towards each other like you're in some romance movie. the hug is even more dramatic than the running, somehow.

the balant display of affection makes the students all roll their eyes.

one time, you called satoru from home and you had a call that lasted for an hour or so. eventually, you had to hang up since satoru had a class to teach. however, these goodbyes take even longer than the call itself.

“I love you, ‘toru!”

“I love you, my pretty angel!”

“I love you more, my lovely husband!”

“I love you even more, my divine wifey!”

and it continued like that forever. the students almost lost hope to get any education that day, but satoru finally said, “okay, pretty, I have to go now.”

they beam as they hear your voice replying with a sweet ‘okay!’, but they quickly deflated when satoru relaxed back and said, “but you have to hang up first.”

of course, what followed was a ‘no, you hang up first!’.

one and after another and nobara had enough before snatching satoru’s phone and instead speaking to you, “okay, y/n-sensei, we all love you, but we need this guy to teach us something so bye!”

satoru spent the entire day pouting.

another thing is how the both of you take pictures of the other while they are unaware. at first, you would think there is nothing wrong with it, and there isn’t.

but both of you love to fawn about the other in front of your students or friends.

satoru rambles with the most passionate and energetic fangirling ever to nanami, an audience that’s about to jump off a building, and you, who refuses to believe his beauty, ramble to shoko who’s about to finish 4 packs of cigarettes.

in general, satoru is a lot more brazen with his show of affection. for example, the way he shamelessly stares at you like he is memorizing your every feature.

sometimes, his hands wander to your face to gently caress it, then his lips follow, pressing a peck to every part of your face, drawing constellations of love. he then pulls back with a smile, “you’re really pretty, y’know?”

he always says what’s on his mind, and he is the type of lover to help you challenge your limits. he pays the people around him no mind as he pulls you in the rain with a grin, saying, “come on, dance with me!”

and you do your best. you’re both clumsy in your steps and you’re swaying more than dancing. satoru’s infinity is off and you’re both soaked.

still, satoru thinks you’ve never looked prettier, and you think his eyes never shone brighter.

there are times when words escape you before you think about them like that one time satoru was in a mini rush to go on a mission and forgot to give you a goodbye kiss. before he dashed out the door, you held him by the shirt and frowned, “my kiss?”

despite his blindfold, shock was evident on his face. he recovered quickly though. with a chuckle, he murmured a soft, “right sorry, wifey,” and kissed you passionately. he pulled back slightly, “am I forgiven?”

you nodded lightly and kissed his cheek, “yup; now go, mister strongest sorcerer.”

“I prefer my lovely husband, but that will do as well.”

he likes to tease you too. it’s in his nature, something he does with everyone he knows. of course, there is some teasing reserved especially for you.

satoru also loves hearing you sing his praises or verbalize your love for him. like that one time you were going on a mission and murmured an ‘I love you’ to his lips, but he quickly stopped you and said, “what did you say, pretty?”

you looked at him confused, “I said I love you,” you poke his cheek, “you heard me.”

he laughed, pulling you close and pressing a kiss to your neck, “I know; I just wanted you to say it again.”

you wanted to roll your eyes, but instead, you cupped his face, pulled him down, and started smothering him with kisses. you pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I love you,” then the other one, “I adore you,” his forehead, “I am infatuated with you,” his eyelids, “I can’t imagine a day without you.”

a big wide grin was plastered on satoru’s face and his cheeks were painted a very faint hue of red. you chuckled at his expression, “was that enough?”

he enveloped you in a big hug, resting his face on yours, “one more time, please?”

for you, you see satoru in a several things in your daily life. you see him in the blue sky above you. you see him in the glass of the bakery you pass by. you see him in the white cat that always walks by your side near the school.

you also hear him in the some of the songs you listen to, and you don’t hesitate to let him know.

one time when you were stargazing on the roofs of the school, playing your playlist since the time before it was satoru’s turn. a specific song started playing and it made you smile, before you spoke up, “y’know, satoru.”

he hums and you continue, “this song reminds me of you.”

you don’t hear a response, so you turn to look at him, “it’s actually one of my favori—satoru? satoru, are you tearing up?!” you laugh, leaning close to him, and he looks away.

“nope!”

behind closed doors, and with great distances separating the both of you, you never fail to call the other to feel their presence even through a phone. it’s practically a ritual for you and satoru to video call whenever one is out on a mission.

you can talk for hours and hours on end or relish in the silence, comforted by the fact that you can see each other.

satoru always insists on them, saying that he sleeps better when he see you. you share the same sentiment, so there’s no surprise that you both always fall asleep on call.

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[anzulvr]

Karma with a perfectionist mom-like reader (good grades, sweet, used to be class A yada yada) that pretends to be aloof and innocent but secretly has similar humour to Rio and Karma?

Like imagine reader saying "the things I'd let them do to me." With the most stoic, nonchalant face ever 💀 or them watching Karma beat a bully till they're back with God with a small supportive smile going, "You're doing great, darling! Take your time. 👍"

what’s up ty for request sorry this took forever😭!! This is my first time posting in a while and I still haven’t done all request :,).

— You’re the walking embodiment of the “I could accept him as he is- the atrocities are apart of him” tiktok audio.

— Before you joined E class, no one really knew you personally(except for Karma) so the first few days were pretty formal.

— That was until you got comfortable and your more outgoing side showed through.

— You went from sweet and quiet to making the most out of pocket jokes.

(does anyone say that anymore? idk!!)

— Even then, you’re still really kind and helpful, just not in the ways they’d really expect.

Someone needs tissues? You’ve got it.

Someone feels sleepy? They can rest on your shoulder!

Karma needs 12 ounces of Wasabi and Sriracha to torture a grown man with? You’ve got it.

…

Your classmates think you’re a bit too helpful.

— Yk how they call Karma a sadist all the time? They coin you with the masochist name to match.

(Couple goals???)

— E class can never guess what you’re next line is going to be.

“That should be me.” And it’s Karma dragging Nagisa in a fight.

— You praise Karma a lot. Like alottt.

(He needs to get the Validation somewhere)

It gets to his head too. (Korosensei needs to humble him again)

Karma will finish beating someone up and all you say is

“Karma you’re so talented!” Or “Karma you’re so strong!!”

(No ones even surprised anymore😭. They’re come to terms with it.)

Course there’s still lots of ways you and Karma differ.

Even if you’re able to be a more real version of yourself after leaving A class you’re still responsible!

So a lot of the times you keep Karma in check.

“Let’s skip.”

“No we can’t..! It’s against the rules and Korosensei would be-”

“Alright, alright I get it.”

— Karma beat money out from some delinquent? You hand out bandaids, unless they were really reallly shitty- in that case no bandaids.

— You get along with Rio so well, like cheese and toast, strawberry & vanilla, and whatever two other things go together!!

She’s so psyched when she finds out you and Karma are together because she can (lovingly?) embarrass the hell out of both of you.

— don’t worry though Karmas already got a great plan to get back at her, and you’ve probably got everything he needs in that bag of yours.

<3 again sorry this took like forever, and sorry to everyone who I haven’t replied to yet :(!! Ik it’s been super long.

[ashwhowrites]

Eddie Munson x cheerleader! reader, what if they have been dating for 4 months, and Eddie is still getting adjusted to being with one of the most popular girls in highschool, so when he sees Steve at his girlfriend's house in her bedroom he loses it, he gets really angry at her bc he thought she was cheating on him or something, but Reader and Steve were just working together on some important project and due to that, they needed to spend time together. But Eddie didn't knew that, so he starts to ignore reader, stops giving her ride stop home, so Y/N goes to the trailer park to tell Eddie what's really going on, but Eddie doesn't seems interested in that, but reader convinces him to talk to her and she tells him about the project and Eddie realizes he's been acting like an idiot, but reader forgives him because he's her bf?

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting this angst but happy ending fic 🫶🏻

Project?

Eddie knew dating one of the most popular girls in school was going to come with a lot of adjustments. He was at the very bottom of the social class, and now skyrocketed to the top in a flash.

He still couldn't believe he got Y/N to go out with him. She was a preppy cheerleader with a bright smile and an aura that everyone fell in love with. She had Eddie falling over his sneakers within seconds of smelling her perfume and the way her sweet voice said his name. He was shocked she knew who he was and gave him the time of the day.

Somehow throughout all the talking and flirting, they kissed and a relationship surfaced.

Four months passed and their relationship grew stronger by the day. Eddie has never felt more in love with someone, but also never felt more insecure within himself. He knew people adored his girlfriend and that many boys wished to be in his spot. If they were in the lower class like Eddie, he knew he already had one up on them. But the popular kids? He didn't have anything on them.

~~~

Eddie kept his jealousy to himself to not cause any fights or difficult discussions. But he was always so close to blowing at the seams.

"Hey Eds?" Y/N asked, she figured now was a horrible time to try to talk to him as he prepared for his campaign. It started in only ten minutes but she had a last minute plan she wanted him to be aware of.

"hm?" He mumbled, truthfully he wasn't listening. He heard his name and made a sound. His brain was too focused on the campaign ahead.

"Steve is coming over for a theater project. We have to do this love story. And I wanted to make sure you knew that it was strictly for class." She said, her stomach in nervous knots.

"All good. See you after!" He said, turning around to peck her lips before he went back to the campaign.

Well that went way better than she thought.

~~~

Eddie looked at his watch as he used the spare key to walk into Y/N's house. He knew her parents were away on vacation so he didn't have to worry about coming in unannounced.

He hummed a song in his head as he skipped up the stairs. Excitement in his bones to tell his girlfriend all about the campaign and its progress.

"...and when I look at you, I see the most beautiful girl in the world."

Eddie froze as he heard the sound of a male voice coming from his girlfriend's bedroom. The door was wide open and Eddie felt like he wanted to puke at the way Steve Harrington was holding his girlfriend's face in his hands. His heart broke more and more as she leaned into it and not away from it. They sat close on her bed, too cuddled for his liking.

"Are you saying you are in love with me?" She whispered, her eyes skimmed up and down Steve's face.

"Always have been." Steve whispered back, Eddie wasn't sure if they were about to kiss but he wasn't going to stand and watch.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Eddie screamed, within seconds he yanked Steve off the bed and threw him to the floor.

"WOAH DUDE!" Steve yelled, fright in his eyes.

"EDDIE! STOP!" Y/N screamed, she went to yank Eddie off but he refused to budge. He had Steve pinned to the floor, his fist aiming for his jaw.

"HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" Y/N screamed, grabbing Eddie as strongly as she could and shoved him off.

Eddie fell to the floor next to Steve, trying to ignore the sting he felt when she checked on Steve.

Eddie jumped up, anger in his body as a piercing noise rang through his ears.

"let me explain," Y/N sighed, she stood up calmly and that hit Eddie wrong. Why was she so chill about this? Why wasn't she crying and begging for forgiveness?

"I think I saw all that I needed to see. Enjoy Harrington, we are done." He sneered, he practically ran out of the room. She was quick to yell after him but he refused to stop. She followed him all the way out of the driveway, watching his van speed off at a law breaking speed.

~~~

A few days passed and Y/N couldn't get Eddie to speak one word to her. She called and called. She tried to talk to him in the halls but he'd walk away. She tried at lunch during a deal but he got up and left. He even stopped driving her home. She could have gotten a ride from Steve, but she knew that would make the situation worse. So she was stuck walking home.

The rain poured down as she walked out of the school building. No warning on the radar so she didn't have any good clothes or an umbrella. She growled to herself as she began to walk down the stairs.

Just great, she thought. Her boyfriend? Ex boyfriend? Was ignoring her, and it tore her apart. And now she had to walk home in the soaking rain.

She thought for a second, the trailer park was way closer than her house. She knew Eddie didn't want to see her, but maybe it was time she forced the boy to listen to her.

She walked through the mud of the trailer park and landed at Eddie's door. She knocked a few times, but stayed close to the door.

Eddie opened the door with a snarl but it lightly faded when he saw her shivering and holding herself warm.

"what in the hell are you doing?" He asked, slight concern in his voice. She allowed him to pull her inside.

"I'm here to talk to you!" She huffed, she removed her wet shoes and cringed at the wet clothes she was stuck in.

"in the rain?" He questioned.

"Look! Your house is way closer to school than mine and I didn't want to walk all the way home. Plus we needed to talk."

"Why didn't hairy boy Steve drive you?" Eddie said as he rolled his eyes.

"Because I knew that would hurt you, even if you have the wrong idea of what you saw, I wouldn't shove that in your face." She explained.

Eddie felt his hard shell slowly breaking. She chose to walk through the pouring rain to talk to him, and she chose to walk instead of asking Steve for a ride because she knew it would hurt him.

"I don't think I got the wrong idea!" Eddie scoffed, he turned around to march into his room.

Y/N quickly followed, "YOU CAN'T IGNORE ME!" she yelled after him. She figured he was going to slam his bedroom door after him, but he didn't.

Instead he grabbed a clean shirt and boxers from his laundry basket. All folded nicely so she knew Wayne recently did wash.

"Put these on so you don't catch a cold." He demanded. She thanked him and began to strip off her clothes. Eddie wasn't sure if it was his place to look or not, but he couldn't help himself. He'd admire her every day if he could.

"You do have the wrong idea, Steve and I were working on a project." She explained as she slipped Eddie's shirt over her bare chest.

"Is that slang for cheating?" Eddie scoffed. Y/N rolled her eyes and slipped on the boxers next. Throwing her soaked clothes on the floor.

"No, you idiot. It means we were working on a theater project, one that I told you about and even said it would be a romance. But apparently you chose not to listen." She defended herself, her arms crossed as she glared at him.

His defence was starting to break apart. He searched his brain for more questions.

"When? Because I don't recall such thing."

"Right before your campaign. You nodded along and kissed me goodbye. The same night you almost killed Steve." She explained.

"Oh really?"

"really!"

"oh really?"

"Really, Eddie."

"Well....I completely forgot about that." He said as he admitted defeat. He kinda remembered hearing her voice and the sound of Steve's name but nothing in between. He sat on his bed and hung his head in shame.

"We were acting. There's no one else. I love you. And even after you being a complete idiot." She said softly as she kneeled in front of him. She looked at his puppy eyes and softly kissed his cheek.

"Fuck, I'm sorry for losing my control like that. I'm sorry for not giving you a chance to explain. And I'm so sorry for not listening to you when you already explained everything to me. I acted like a dick." Eddie said, he truly felt guilty and embarrassed for how easy it all could have been avoided if he listened in the first place.

"I understand the fear and anger you had upon seeing what you did. But it's way better to communicate with me so we can fix it, yeah?"

"Definitely. If I ever see Steve making moves, I'll question before killing him." Eddie joked, he felt his stomach flip as she laughed into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest.

"Gee, thanks." She laughed.

"I love you too. Thank you for not giving up on me." He said into her hair.

He was granted a blessing, and he vowed to never ruin it.

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[stevierogersbabygirl]

Teacher's Pet

Professor!Steve Rogers x problematic reader

Run-through: You were never a diligent student, but ever since professor Rogers noticed, his teaching methods changed your grades forever.

Warnings : mentions of divorce, daddy issues, drugs and alcohol

Themes : Slight angst, smut (cock warming, clothed + vaginal sex)

Your parents divorced when you were 12, giving your mom sole custody of you.

Your father was abusive, he'd emotionally abuse you and never be there for your emotional needs, and your mother tried her best to raise you alone.

But life was hard growing up without a father figure.

You were now 22, and things did not get any better.

You were friends with the wrong people, who were only interested in drugs, alcohol, and lots of sex.

You'd join in, skipping college just to do those activities, and your group was so notorious that the whole campus knew about it.

They were unable to do anything about it, as some of the guys from your gang had parents who had donated to the college for years.

It was almost the first day of the second semester in college, and you and your group planned to go as you guys always went on the first day.

You got bored during most of the lessons, until one class.

A professor resigned and was replaced by a guy named Dr. Steve Rogers.

Holy fuck, he was so hot. From his properly styled blonde hair to his beautiful blue eyes accompanied by long eyelashes, to his pretty lips, to his height, to his abs and biceps.

Suddenly you wanted to attend college again.

Once you were out of his class, you went to your gang and gossiped all about him.

They'd tease you that "Y/N will one hundred percent fuck him for grades", or "Go suck his dick after class". You laughed along with them.

Your crush on that man started to develop more and more, as you attended his classes, and only his classes.

Before and after he taught, you'd always be with your gang, somewhere else, doing something terrible.

But you just had to be in Steve's class for the eye candy.

Unfortunately, though, Steve was teaching one of the harder subjects, and your grades remained the same.

One day, Steve called you after class ended, into his office.

You excitedly went there, fighting back a smile while walking.

You went back into character before knocking on the door, and he went to open it, and you instantly noticed a slight frown on his face, while inviting you to sit down.

After you sat down in front of his desk, he went behind the desk to sit on his chair.

"Y/N, we have to talk about your grades." He said softly, with a concerned look on his face.

You were so mesmerized at first by his beautiful self, that you didn't say anything leaving an awkward silence between the both of you.

"Y/N?" He asked.

You knew this would end up like other meetings about grades. You knew you'd just fail again and didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of a man like him.

"Oh yeah, sorry, I will work on them soon, I have to go now, bye!" You said rather sheepishly, getting up and slowly walking towards the door.

"I didn't tell you to leave." He said in an authoritative voice, causing you to embarrassingly hurry back into your chair.

"Y/N. This is a serious matter, and I've heard of how other professors seem to fail to help your grades." He said in his deep, slightly intimidating voice.

The thought of Steve talking about you to other teachers instantly made your heart flutter, but you had to focus on his serious words.

"So Y/N, I've come up with a strategy. Meet me at my house this evening." He said, handing you a piece of paper with his address on it.

You looked at it in surprise.

After the meeting, you skipped the next class to be with your friends, and they'd have their chitchats but it felt like background noise.

All you could think about was the paper.

Throughout those hours, you wondered what Steve wanted to do about your studies, at his house.

Why would he even invite you to his house?

That's when you had sexually intrusive thoughts, imagining Steve doing the most sinful, sexual things to you, and it made your underwear dampen on those occasions.

In the evening, you walked through his neighborhood to find his house and you finally did, knocking on the door.

Steve opened and invited you into the living room.

You sat on the opposite side of him in the dining room.

After some small talk and as he served you some cookies, he said something rather interesting.

"I heard about your gang, all the sex and stuff, so can you tell me some things regarding it?" He said while mixing his coffee with a small teaspoon.

Your heart jumped hearing those words come out of his mouth, and you had to remove the brain fog to find an answer to it.

"Oh yeah, sure. Well, I've been hooking up with guys since I was 19, they'd pay me for it, and I'd get pregnant on multiple occasions but unfortunately aborted." You said.

You don't know why you said all of that, especially to your professor.

Steve looked at you with a face that had an emotion hard to detect and took a sip of his coffee, he placed it on the table.

"What was the biggest one you took?" He said casually, looking at you, a smirk forming on his face.

Shock filled your face, and your mouth gaped slightly open.

Did your professor ask that?

But you knew that, if you guys were about to have sex, you'd like it too.

This man knew he was extremely hot.

"Well, 5 inches." You said sheepishly, looking down at your plate full of cookie crumbs.

Steve chuckled, and you presumed it was because of the shyness.

He stopped chuckling and said quieter, "Well I'm 6.5, you okay with that?" He asked.

You looked at him, with your mouth gaped and your brain still processing what he just said.

You eventually nodded, and he patted his lap for you to sit on it.

You eventually sat on his lap, inches away from his face.

"B-but, what does this have to do with the studies?" You'd ask shyly, playing with your hair, making Steve smile.

"Well, since you like sex so much, how about you have your pretty tits out while you sit on my cock, doing all your missing assignments on that laptop you have." He said, smirking and staring into your shy eyes.

No way. No way he just said that.

But this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, lots of girls would do anything to fuck their hot professor.

You nodded slowly, looking hypnotized by his beautiful eyes.

In no time, your shirt would be pulled up, revealing your tits, while your underwear was off, and your skirt was covering your pussy as you sat on his large, fat cock, unzipped from his trousers.

You were shaking, a fog clouded in your mind, while you wrote one of your essays, while Steve had both hands on your waist, watching your every move from behind, occasionally playing with your tits

If you were almost finished, Steve would start thrusting up into you and rubbing your clit, and you knew it was worth it.

Once you've submitted, Steve would bring you to his bed to fuck you fast and, hard, and would plant kisses all over your body, showing you that your work was worth it.

You spent less time with your gang, so you'd always give your friends excuses like your mom gave you extra chores, but you were truly at Steve's house, getting your pussy filled while increasing your grades.

For the rest of the college year, you'd sit on his cock half naked, with him fully clothed only with his cock out.

Sometimes you'd request to have casual sex with him, but he'd always reject it, saying that you needed to do an assignment too, which you unfortunately accepted.

But aside from grades, before you'd start doing your assignments, he'd sometimes ask you to give him a blowjob, usually if he's had a stressful day, and you'd agree, which was so unfair.

You never got sex if you weren't doing your work, and he'd always get sex if he'd simply ask.

But he was the hottest fucking guy after all, how could you say no?

[missblissy]

Little Things! Astarion x Reader HCs

A/n: 😤😤 I’m just gonna say it, ya’ll don’t have enough casual domestic relationship headcanons in these tags. To much smut. Y’all need some water, come up for air or something good god I love y’all but drink some fucking water 😂 So have some HCs of Tav and Astarion in Act 1. GN! Tav with no class/race as always UwU Also thank you so much for all the likes and kind words on my last post! I plan on opening my requests soon so be sure to follow to stay updated on when that happens. 💖☺️ Enjoy!

Was it even possible for someone to be annoyed… and pleased at the same time? Could a contradiction even exist? Yes. It could. And it baffled Astarion. Sure you had a pretty face, a nice laugh, a way with words… A shimmer in your eyes… a crooked grin that barely broke a smirk… The faint and unmissable sound of your heart beat… A smell so signature he could pick it up in the subtle breeze.

Just with the shift of wind and now he was tossing and turning in his tent. Huffing and throwing his blanket over half his face. Thoughts racing with you now, all the way on the other side of camp and no where near him. Not even in his sight. And still you were in his mind.

How annoying. This was just a misguided, maybe even a malicious attempt at forging an alliance. So why did he feel so… bad? His red eyes couldn’t close so he just stared at the fabric wall of his tent. A blank but also bitter stare on his face.

Out of all the books he read, and he read a lot, none of them actually showed him what real was. What was real passion? Not the mask he wore. What was real conviction and adoration? All he knew was what he’s done for centuries. And this was nothing but uncharted and unfamiliar territory.

So why was it your delightful and diluted scent in the wind alone just enough to send him reeling? He couldn’t know, or didn’t dare to wonder.

These little things didn’t stop there. During the day you’d bounce up to him with a skip in your step… that equally would send a skip right into his ribs and tore up his lungs. With big bright eyes you’d show him something random, something you found, something you made… it didn’t matter.

Just the way you beamed with a radiant smile the sun could be jealous of, it was enough for a snide back handed comment that could be confused for a flirt, “Oh darling, for me? You shouldn’t have, you might just be one of my most devoted fans,” Normally a line like this worked. Either it would send the conversation towards the bedroom or someone left standing alone.

Neither happened. You just rolled your eyes, gave a little laugh and said, “A fan? In your dreams,” And go on chatting like before, unfazed by his little remarks. You were an enigma to him.

Especially during times after a battle. It was always such a gentle touch, when you’d place a hand on his shoulder and praise him for his good work and efforts in the battle.

If vampires had blood to blush he would. He didn’t understand why he wanted to hear more of it, “That was a good job you did out there today,” or maybe it was the way you said, “You did amazing,” He could listen to praises all day. He never knew how much he enjoyed them before.

Let’s not forget, he could hear your heartbeat. Not yours alone. Everyone had a different rhythm and rhyme. For instants Shadowheart, her heart was slow, sad, faint but still beating away with life. Astarion could hear it, just the same as Lae’zel who seemingly had no heart beat at all until the surprising thumb of it came every hour or so. He could hear yours too. Rattle away within your bones. And he paid close attention.

Normally these ‘skills’ of listening to hearts were used to hunt out a target for his master. But with no master and a band of fools, he still used these skills unbeknownst to himself.

He’d listen with eyes glued to a book. You’re heart pitter pattered like any other. But sometimes it’d start racing, picking up speed. Not to long ago a racing heart was the first step into picking a target, since the heart never lies and when a fool looked Astarion’s way if their heart sang that song he knew who would be his unfortunate soul.

But no, this time he just peered from over his book and watched you stare off into the distance, into the darkness of the woods. To his surprise there wasn’t a glance his way or even at anyone. Your heart only raced for fear it seemed. Even when you looked at him or shared a conversation, the same steady beat flowed.

It was something little like this, these little things only he knew as they festered in his mind. They ached within him. He hid it well but it wretched at his organs and plucked at his fibers every time. It was annoying. It was… wonderful…

It was terrifying. The way his breathe would catch when you’d ask him to join you. The way he actually felt anger, as petty as it was, when you asked him to stay back at camp.

Or maybe when he’d hear just the sound of your voice, distant on the other side of camp, muffled, not even loud enough to hear what you were saying but just enough to hear your voice. How strange that something so little as that was enough to ease him into sleep.

[7ulpix]

heyy, could you maybe write an obey me x fem reader headcanon about a reader who's slightly depressed, needs a lot of motivation and nice words and comforting to get through the days

just like overall demotivated for everything, school, eating, doing something fun

Hppe this is okay for you!!

OM With a Depressed F!Reader

🌧 warning(s): talks of depression/angst(?)

paring - obey me • reader

word count: 308

💤 request - yep!

🌧 author's note - thank you for the request! (/-w-)/ I hope you're doing alright!!! Make sure to stay hydrated and remember to eat snacks throughout the day! You didn't specify so I decided to just do Lucifer + Mammon for now <3

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Lucifer

One of the first of the brothers to notice your lack of motivation in doing things. It starts to concern him, and he always reminds you that his office is open to you if you want to chat. You seem to find very little joy in doing things. Everything seems so mundane to you. You eat very little at dinner. Lucifer starts to recognize these signs, and plans to motivate you.

He hopes to give you motivation to continue on with work/schoolwork and reminders to stop and take a break every now and then. He wants you to eat little snacks every now and then, throughout the day, and indulge in your hobbies and have fun. He sets timers on his DDD, to text you and remind you daily. Always welcomes you into his office, just to be in your presence. "MC, I'm always here if needed. That's only if you need help, of course. You're doing wonderful."

Mammon

Notices your lack of amusement in his usual tactics - this one makes you giggle and smile each time??? HAS HE WORN IT OUT (He only says it 110 times per week 😞💔)

He stays silent about it until he notices your grades dropping, your lack of appetite, and lack of really putting in work into anything/everything you do. He grows even more concerned as time goes on before he confronts you in your room one day. He reminds you that he's your #1 demon to go to, and if you need anything, he's here. He stays around your room on a daily basis, always checking in, even when you reassure him, he still doesn't believe you. He skips his classes at RAD, to follow you around and carry your bag(s). He even sneaks into your classes to motivate you and sneak you snacks (and your table mates sometimes).

[cheesecakethots]

Listen to me, it's simple and effective high school AU yan chrollo.

what i get from this is like

chrollo is a pretty popular dude in school, he’s got a lot of friends (the troupe), girls love him, and he gets the best grades in the school.

yet, you still can’t bring yourself to like him. you’re pretty much a loner and in your eyes he’s this pompous asshole that always loves correcting you whenever you answer a question, or even sometimes has the gall to look over your work as though he’s a teacher and not your classmate.

it’s even more infuriating that you’re always second to him, in everything.

recently he’s been bothering you a lot more. it’s as though he actively seeks you out, usually when you’re in the library. you’re certain he gets such perverted enjoyment in slotting up behind you and grabbing a book you were struggling to reach. might even be cheeky enough to ask you to say please and thank you to get it.

you try to avoid him, but it doesn’t help that his friends also try and reign you in. you swear that feitan and phinks follow you down hallways, acting as “guard dogs” that keep quite literally everyone away. It’s very irritating, and you’ve told them off about it numerous times.

and suddenly pakunoda and machi need the toilet the second you go, as though you’re going to get hurt while you go for a piss. somehow.

it gets worse the more you try and avoid chrollo. one day you might find yourself skipping class (because he’s there), sat by a tree and reading only for that big brute uvogin to come along, sling you over his shoulder and take you back.

chrollo seems to find it all very funny. you’re not sure as to why he seems so interested in annoying you to death, but he’s doing a pretty good job of it.

you’ll be thanking god by the time your final years come, with plans to go to a university that is as far as you can go.

and this is where i get stuck.

i can see chrollo being the type of guy to just apply to the same university as you, and follow you wherever you go after that until you hopefully somehow fall in love with him.

i can also see him being the type of guy who’s pretty rich, despite being an orphan it seems he started making business decisions at a very young age that landed him a lot of money in the long run.

your school plans a final dance for everyone to say goodbye to each other before leaving. you were considering skipping it, but ended up being forced to by your parents.

you don’t plan on drinking the very little alcohol bought by the school, but when chrollo strolls over, drinks in hand, you figure one won’t kill you. you still think he’s an asshole, but you have to admit you respect how smart he is. might as well drink to that, right?

the rest of the night is a blur. when you come to, you can hardly remember anything, but you’re certain you only had that one drink.

there’s definitely worse things to worry about though, with how you’ve woken up in an exquisite bedroom that is most definitely not yours.

[lani-heart]

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parings -> ( eventually ) enhypen x reader genre -> soulmate au, fantasy au, angst warnings -> angst word count -> 2.2k

abstract -> reader having to help home-ec was not something you expected to connect with jay... nor even befriend him.

y/n's perspective

“Can you please come through the home-ec club today? I wanted to ask you about my plan for the club fair we’ll have soon!” Haechan asked me and I nodded. “Sure, did you ask Sangyeon, Heeseung, and EJ yet?” I asked as he shook his head. 

“My vice-president is gonna handle Heeseung and Sangyeon… also the Decelis and Riverfield council are very intimidating” he confessed and I chuckled. 

Haechan was a witch who had started his home-ec class… a lot of the witches found the different councils intimidating. 

“I’ll pass down the message to EJ, they’re nice so don’t worry too much,” I said and he smiled and left. “y/n can you handle that?” Wonyoung asked and I nodded. 

“I’ll go see them in a minute,” I said, getting ready for my classes. Wonyoung is currently very stressed… She was planning a lot and I took most of the paperwork as president. However, she did most of the communication work, and working with the other councils was stressful, especially with Decelis recently…

I walked to the home-ec room where I entered and saw Haechan being the busy senior he was… “You’re here for the plans aren’t you?” I heard as I saw Jay…

I felt my eyes widen and I hated how badly I still reacted to vampires… he must’ve noticed since I saw his face soften.

“Yeah… Haechan asked me to come by” I said, not knowing how to act around Jay. “He’s a little busy but he should be done soon… I'll have him handle it. I don't want to make you uncomfortable” he said and I felt a bit guilty…

He seemed to stop as he turned around though almost contemplating something. “Uhm… is it bad if I ask you for a favor?” he asked and I felt dread.

It also must’ve been obvious… “It's nothing related to magic! It's just… I'm worried about everyone. Usually, we all eat together in our dorm but Jungwon, Sunoo, and Niki have been avoiding us. I know that they often skip lunch–” “What?” I didn’t mean to interrupt him but I didn’t notice what he explained… they were skipping meals?

“Yeah… you didn’t notice?” he asked and I shook my head. “Jungwon always told me they ate lunch before coming to the council room… or when they’d come to my dorm he said they’d eat with you,” I said and he shook his head. 

“I’m the cook in the dorms… so they’ve been avoiding me too,” he said and I sighed. “I’ll talk to them– Wait, has Sunghoon been skipping meals?! It’s bad for his health, especially being…” I trailed off not wanting to say anything out loud and exposing my soulmate.

“He’s eating a lot better since you’ve accepted him so thank you for that… I wanted to ask if it was too much trouble that you’d give the boys a packed lunch? They don’t eat with us anymore so if you could?” he asked and I noticed how caring he was. 

I smiled softly and nodded. 

“Would it be fine if you came after the fourth period? I’ll have lunch for them… I think you’re the only one who can knock some sense into them” he said and I chuckled. 

“I will… if I knew this before I would’ve made sure they weren’t skipping meals”

After my classes, I made sure to tell Sunoo that I'd be in the cafeteria even though I had to go work on council assignments. 

“Thank you again,” he said as he handed me the packed bento boxes and I was gonna grab them when… “Are you okay?”

“Uhm… I just don’t want to accidentally touch you” I said and he seemed to understand what I was saying…. He looked shocked but put the wrapped boxes down on a counter and moved away so I could pick them up. 

“I didn’t think of it…” he muttered softly. 

“It’s okay… enjoy your lunch,” I said and he nodded as I left. I went to the cafeteria where I saw Sunoo, Jungwon, Niki, and Sunghoon already waiting.

“A little birdie told me you were skipping meals,” I said and they turned around to see me carrying a rather heavy delivery. Sunghoon took it and put it down for me. 

“What are you–” “I’m mad at you” I interrupted Jungwon who’s eyes widened. 

“You guys make sure I'm not skipping meals but you guys lied about eating. It’ll weaken you and you’ll need to consume more blood than the school will offer you "I said and they sighed. 

“This is Jay’s doing,” Niki said and they all looked at me for an explanation. “He cares about you guys… he’s worried that you guys aren’t eating so he asked me for delivery service,” I said and they sighed.

“At least Sunghoon isn’t skipping meals' ' I said and he smiled proudly while the others glared at the hybrid. “Come eat with me and my roommates' ' I said and their eyes widened. 

“I know you avoid your dorm like the plague so join me and my roommates for dinner… but eat Jay's lunches please?” I asked and they complied. 

“I gotta go then,” I said and they complained. “Have you ever eaten lunch?” Sunoo said, trying to put the blame on me now. “Wonyoung has lunch in the council room–” “Why couldn't we eat that–'' Jungwon interrupted the boy by smacking him with chopsticks.

“Don’t argue with her,” he said and I smiled. “Make sure to eat too,” Sunoo said and I nodded. 

“No more skipping meals!” 

I ended up not eating lunch…

I was so hungry by the time it was dinner but I didn’t want to make it obvious in front of the boys so I didn't eat as much. 

Now I was starving this early in the morning. I couldn’t concentrate in my classes and it wasn’t until my fourth period when I had my free period that I almost bumped into Jay. 

“Sorry!” we both said and we laughed it off. “Are you okay? You look a little tired?” he said and I whined. “It's just council work catching up to me,” I said and he nodded. 

“Heeseung has been the same way…” he said and I felt guilty that they no longer had an event planner or a president because of me. 

“It isn’t your fault though… the whole soulmate situation has been messy,” he said and I agreed. “Have you eaten?” he asked and I shook my head. 

“You’re the same as them” he muttered and he offered me a smile. “Do you have a free period right now?” he asked and I nodded as he told me to follow him. 

The minute I walked into the home-ec room I was weak to the smell of food…

“y/n!” I heard it when I saw Haechan. “Haechan, how’s it going?” I asked and he smiled. “Good but training newcomers and my replacement for next year is a mess," he said and I nodded. “You’re welcome anytime– Hey!! I TOLD YOU A HUNDRED TIMES ALREADY–” I laughed off the sudden rage the senior showed at the mistakes of the younger students. 

“He always has so much energy,” Jay said and I agreed. 

“Here,” he said as he showed me a croissant and poured me out some coffee. “Thank you!! I need this” I said and he chuckled. He placed everything in front of me making sure not to touch me.

“You’re welcome to do work here,” he said and I was confused. “Well… I always see you at the library setting up before coming here so I assumed this was when you were the most productive” he said and I was shocked… he noticed that?

“I need to help Haechan with a recipe but you can stay. I’ll make the boys their lunches– by the way, thank you for actually making them eat it” he said and I smiled. 

“It’s no problem” 

By the time it was lunch period, I was able to finish my notes and start on some homework I needed to complete. “Here you go,” he said as he placed the boxes of food. 

“Actually make time for yourself… I’m trying to make Heeseung do the same. We can’t have two council presidents sick” he said and I nodded as I packed up. 

“I will… thank you for the snack and for letting me stay here,” I said and he nodded. 

I was now at the cafeteria where I placed down the food. “So is this gonna be an everyday occurrence?” Jungwon asked and I shrugged. 

“I liked being in the council room during lunch” Sunoo pouted and I chuckled. “Well you did quit,” I said and he rolled his eyes. 

“There’s an extra portion?” Jungwon said and I was confused. “Hmm? Maybe it was Sunghoon’s?” Niki said as he started eating. “He said he was gonna be in the council room today though?” Sunoo said and I realized it was for me.

“You wanna eat with us, Miss President? Or are you too busy for even your soulmates?” Jungwon teased me and I smiled. 

“Maybe just for today”

Jay’s cooking was amazing. I ate it all and even craved more.

I even found it to be a routine to study in the home-ec room with Jay around… I know I shouldn’t have but I felt comfort in it.

“Isn't that stuco president work?” I asked, seeing Jay rushing to finish the piece of paper he had in front of him while looking at what he had in the oven.

“Huh? Oh yeah… I wanted to help Heeseung out a bit so I volunteered to do all this” he said clearly stressed and I was already finished with my work. 

“I’ll do it,” I said and he looked shocked. “Will you?” he said, confused and I nodded. “You shouldn’t be scattered everywhere besides that gives me one less paper to revise later on,” I said and he nodded while rushing to his food. 

I finished all the work and fixed his jumbled writing. 

“Jay! Where… Oh! y/n!” I heard it when I saw Sooha. I hate to admit it but I avoided her in hopes K would deal with his own issues.

“Hello,” I said as I got back to Heeseung’s paperwork. “I’ve been needing to talk to you,” she said and I guess she took her chance. 

“K likes–” “No he doesn't, he just doesn't want to compete with Heeseung, Jake, and Jay,” I said and he scoffed. “That's stupid… it can’t be that he literally rejected me for you y/n. That's not fair” she said and I laughed at the irony. 

“Sooha he’s known you were his soulmate before me. If he liked me he would constantly be around me like how they are with you. Heeseung and Jake rejected me for being a bitch. I said I did not want to be around her and took my leave or tried…

I was gonna open the door to leave when Jake beat me to it… I must've frozen since I couldn’t move. I was still a little scared of him. “What are you doing here?” he asked disgustedly. 

“I… uhm” WHY COULDN’T I SAY ANYTHING?!

“Sooha? Where did– Jake!” I heard from behind me. “Well… are you just gonna stupidly stand there?” he asked and I hated how I was calling for Wonyoung in my head to just yell and save me. 

“She was picking up Heeseung’s paperwork,” he said, wanting to keep our friendship? a secret… “y/n can you try talking to K for me at least. I guess I am being a hypocrite towards this but I still have a chance with K–” I stopped listening… Why did this feel offensive? 

She still had a chance… was she implying that I never had a chance?

“Hey–” Jake suddenly grabbed my shoulders causing me to flinch and crouch down. 

“y/n!” I suddenly felt the soft tingles and I hated how weak they made me. Jay now had to officially reject me. 

“What’s going on?” I heard and I felt gentle arms lift me up. “This is not a good look for our stuco president,” Haechan said as he led me away. 

“I thought it was rumored that Jake attacked you but the way you shrunk up I’m guessing they’re true,” he said as he led me into a room and handed me tea.

“Wipe the tears,” he said, handing me a tissue box. I laughed softly. “Do you always keep a tissue box in here?” I asked and he laughed. 

“The freshmen need it after I scold them sometimes,” he said, making me laugh. 

“In Bright Sun you’re the best academically and magically. It doesn't help that you're a blood witch. Vampires are really your kryptonite” he said and I sighed. 

“I doubt after this year i’ll be on the top anymore” I confessed and he smiled. “I doubt it… it's just an obstacle but I doubt that’s what made you cry” he said and I sighed. 

“I have seven soulmates… it's been a long ride. I feel so drained. '' I confessed and he sighed. “Jake attacked you and rejected you didn’t he?” he said putting the pieces of the puzzle together. I nodded. 

“He’ll regret it. He’ll realize what he could have had” 

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[ashenlavellan]

Thoughts on my 1st Blue Lions Playthrough - [1/4]

First off - to my DA/ME mutuals, my apologies. This is purely a Fire Emblem: Three Houses post since I've been playing this in my free time.

Second off - to anyone that’s part of the FE3H fandom, this is my first time EVER playing the Blue Lions route so please don't spoil stuff for me in the comments that isn’t common knowledge. I'm enjoying this playthrough - a LOT. [I'm a diehard Golden Deer girlie, so bear with me lmao]

So, I was going into this initial playthrough with building the support amongst Byleth and the Blue Lions class - I enjoyed the interactions with some of the members I hadn't recruited during my Golden Deer run, as well as the interactions with Dedue and Dimitri with the other characters.

So, for context - I love Ashe's earnest personality and how sweet he is. I had planned for Byleth to initiate the romance-support after the time-skip (obviously). Until this goddamn line slips from Dimitri's mouth and I tell you... I fucking paused.

This happens after the victory at Gronder Field (before time-skip) and this is the line he says to Byleth...

"I suppose the look on your face is just another boon from this glorious day. Perhaps the best one of all."

I was speechless and was like, "Woah, there... I was not expecting this-"

To which I was cut off by his next line...

"You look so... happy. I love seeing you like this."

When I tell you I had to stop for a second and had asked myself a series of questions -

"Did he seriously just say that? I'm dyslexic, but there's no way I mistook what was just said, right? Oh god, will Byleth romance Dimitri now??"

I'm wondering if there's anyone that can agree with me that you were initially going to gain S-support with another character and those words were said to you by Dimitri (if you're playing as Fem!Byleth, like me) and you switched all because of that scene.

But wait - there's more!

After the rescuing Flayn from the Death Knight and all that, when reuniting with Dimitri [who had grabbed help and hadn't been involved with the fight], he's surprised/delighted to see Byleth smile when realizing that she had saved everyone that had been taken. He is literally staring at her and smiling as he says such a smooth line...

"It's just... I've never seen you look so happy before. It's downright mesmerizing."

Sir. SIR.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!?

Anyways, that's all I've got as of this moment since I've just reached the chapter/month during the entire Remire Village stuff - I'm very excited to see how this will play out, as well as what Azure Moon will be like. ^.^

[turn3tifosi]

how abt a pepe college fanfic >< like u developing romantic feelings for e/o while doing a project by pair together hehe love ur works!!!

did i fall in love (with my partner)??

college!pepe marti x project partner!reader

masterlist

You had heard a lot about Pepe before you met him. Whispers of his kindness and undeniable charm circulated through the campus, but nothing could have prepared you for the reality. The first time you saw him, standing by the entrance of the library, his thick, dark hair catching the light just so, you understood immediately why everyone seemed so in love with him.

The professor’s voice echoes in your mind as you walk towards him, repeating the instructions for your paired project. It’s a critical part of your grade, and your stomach is a jumble of nerves. As you approach, Pepe looks up and smiles, a genuine, warm expression that seems to light up his entire face.

“Hey, you must be my partner,” he says, extending his hand. His grip is firm but gentle, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. “I’m Pepe.”

“Yeah, I’m… uh, I’m really looking forward to working with you,” you manage to say, hoping you don’t sound as flustered as you feel.

As you and Pepe sat across from each other in the library, laptops open and textbooks scattered, the air was charged with a mix of tension and focus. You'd been paired together for this semester-long project in your college literature class, and while you initially thought it would be a breeze, you hadn't anticipated how distracting Pepe's smile could be.

"So, what's the plan for tackling this?" you asked, trying to keep your tone professional, despite the warmth that spread through you whenever Pepe looked your way.

He leaned in slightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he explained his ideas. Pepe was more than just good-looking; he was genuinely passionate about the subject matter, and his enthusiasm was infectious. You found yourself drawn to his insights and the thoughtful way he articulated his points.

As the weeks went by, you spent more time together, discussing literature, debating interpretations, and slowly unraveling layers of each other's personalities. Pepe was surprisingly witty, matching your sass with a playful banter that kept you on your toes. It was refreshing to find someone who could challenge you intellectually while also making you laugh.

One evening, while proofreading each other's sections of the project, you glanced up to find Pepe watching you intently. "What?" you asked, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks.

He smiled softly, shaking his head. "Nothing. Just realizing how well we work together."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah. Don't get all sentimental on me now."

Pepe chuckled, his gaze lingering a moment longer before returning to his laptop. "Seriously though, thanks for being an awesome partner."

The words hung in the air, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of something unfamiliar in your chest. Maybe it was the late nights spent arguing over thesis statements or the way he always seemed to know when you needed a coffee break, but you were starting to realize that your feelings for Pepe were more than just admiration for his intellect and charm.

As the semester progressed, so did your feelings for Pepe. What started as admiration for his intellect and charm blossomed into something deeper. You found yourself eagerly anticipating your study sessions together, relishing every moment of shared laughter and intellectual debate.

One rainy afternoon, you found yourselves holed up in the campus café, seeking refuge from the downpour outside. Pepe was animatedly explaining a complex literary theory, his eyes alight with passion. You listened intently, captivated not just by his words but by the earnestness with which he spoke.

"You know," he said suddenly, looking at you with a hint of uncertainty in his gaze, "I've really enjoyed working on this project with you. It's been... surprisingly fun."

You smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. "Yeah, who knew analyzing obscure texts could be this entertaining?"

Pepe chuckled, his smile lighting up his face. "It's not just the texts. It's... well, it's you. You make it fun."

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, the noise of the café seemed to fade into the background. There was something in Pepe's tone, something that hinted at wanting something more than what you two had currently. Could it be that he felt the same way?

Before you could muster a response, a notification chimed on your phone, ruining the moment. It was a reminder about an upcoming event on campus—an open mic night. You glanced at Pepe, an idea forming in your mind.

"Hey, there's an open mic night happening this Friday," you said casually, trying to keep your voice steady despite the sudden surge of nerves. "Would you... maybe want to go together?"

Pepe's eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his features before a slow smile spread across his face. "Yeah, I'd like that," he replied softly. "I'd really like that."

And just like that, amidst the clatter of coffee cups and the hum of voices around you, something shifted. The project that brought you together had become the catalyst for your potential romantic relationship.

As the weeks passed, your bond with Pepe grew stronger. You discovered shared interests beyond academia, from music tastes to favorite hiking spots. Each moment spent together felt effortless, as if you had known each other far longer than just a semester.

On the night of the open mic event, you found yourselves seated in the front row, fingers intertwined as you watched students take the stage one by one. When it was your turn to perform—a poem you had written during one of your late-night study breaks—Pepe's loud cheers from the audience kept a wide smile on your face.

Afterward, as you walked back to campus under a sky speckled with stars, Pepe stopped suddenly, turning to face you.

"I'm really glad we met," he said quietly, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity that made your heart swell.

"Me too," you replied softly, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from his face. 

And as you stood there, under the gentle glow of campus streetlights, you knew that with Pepe by your side, the chapters of your own story were just beginning. And you couldn’t wait to read them.

Author's note: ty sm for the request!! i was actually thinking about college pepe and he just seems like the guy who would study literature (as one of his minor subjects) and talk about it all the time , because i read @httpiastri's college!pepe au's and so pepe's forever going to be a STEM guy in my head.

[bixbythemartian]

This is About Oceangate

...kind of. Like, heads up for people who are sick of hearing about it or are too disturbed by this, just scoot on by, that's fine.

Like everybody else my age who had a middle school special interest in the Titanic that was further fueled by the James Cameron movie (and that sounds very specific, but I absolutely know I'm not alone), I've been following this story fuckin voraciously.

I think everybody I know IRL and online is fucking sick of me talking about it. I have been actively trying not to blog much about it here because I'm so obsessed with it that I'm annoyed with myself. I would like to not be this interested in it.

But a lot of the stuff I can think of to say has been said by a lot of people already, I don't want to add to an already noisy environment if I've got nothing new to say.

So, instead, I want to talk about what I haven't seen very many people talking about- something that's stood out to me about the way the media has been handling this story from the get-go. So, finally, I'm inflicting my days long media binge on you.

The media's handling of this was bad. Like, comprehensively fucked.

For the uninformed, a primer on the situation- feel free to skip down if you know all this, there's a bulleted list right after I get done with this part, look for that. But some of this is important to the terms I use, so I wanted to lay it out. (Also I just want to get a lot of this out of my system, please just let me have this.)

The Titan is a 'cyclops-class' submersible. As far as I can tell, 'cyclops-class' is unique to the people who made this submersible, it's not a widely recognized thing.

The Titan can carry up to five passengers. It was supposed to be rated to reach depths of up to 4000 meters below sea level.

The Titan is/was owned and operated by a company known as Oceangate. There's a lot of questions regarding the safety of the submersible, where the math came from on their depth rating, and- basically everything about the Titan is in question, at this point. There's a lot of questions, but that's not what I want to talk about.

Right now. Maybe later.

A submersible is distinct from a submarine in that it requires a surface support ship for many things- the Titan moved too slow to leave port under its own power and go to the site, it didn't have enough life support to do that kind of thing, etc. A submarine is self-supporting and can operate independently. Kind of pedantic, I know, but the Titan is a submersible, not a submarine.

The Titan had a planned expedition to the wreck of the Titanic on June 18, 2023- this past Sunday, at the time of writing. The expedition was supposed to last around 10 hours. It chartered a ship- the Polar Prince- to act as mother ship, the on the surface support that the Titan requires. (The Polar Prince is owned and operated by a different company than the Titan.)

1 hour and 45 minutes into the expedition, as the Titan was still making its way to the sea floor, the Polar Prince lost all contact with the submersible.

The Titanic wreck is at just under 4000 meters deep, right around 2.5 miles.

Now, my understanding is that the Titan was not fully at the ocean floor at the point contact was lost, but it's not clear how deep the Titan was at that time. We may not ever know this for certain.

When the Titan was reported as missing to the coast guard is kind of unclear, to me- I heard 6 hours after they lost contact, I heard 12 hours after they lost contact, I saw something that indicated they reported it missing immediately- I don't know for sure. When the coast guard report comes out, I'm hoping we'll get a more accurate timeline.

However, as soon as it was reported missing, a massive search and rescue operationg was started. Complicating the search efforts were the fact that the submersible seemed to have no type of emergency distress locator beacon (I'm not sure what the precise nautical terminology would be for this).

The search included visual searching of the surface, dropping buoys with microphones, and ROVs (unmanned remote operated vehicles, deep sea robots operated by crew on ships at the surface) searching the floor, and probably some other stuff I'm forgetting. Deep sea radar etc etc, every tool they had access to.

The search and rescue concluded on Thursday (June 22, 2023) around midday, when they definitively found pieces of the destroyed submersible's pressure vessel (the part of the submersible that held pressure and kept the people safe and alive) in a debris field, approximately 1600 feet away from the Titanic.

The destroyed pressure vessel and reports from the Navy on hearing sounds consistent with implosion at the time the Titan lost contact indicates that the submersible underwent what is being called a 'catastrophic implosion'.

It is now an investigation and recovery operation, while they try to figure out what exactly went wrong.

The five men in the sub are dead. In all likelihood, they died so quickly that their nervous system didn't have time to process what happened. What happened to their bodies during this was probably gory and kind of horrifying, but it's unlikely they experienced any awareness of this.

There were five extremely wealthy men on the submersible- they were not all billionaires, but those that weren't were worth hundreds of millions of dollars. If you want a rough sketch of their biographies, there's a link here. Other than them being pretty wealthy, who they are doesn't play that much into what I want to talk about, so I don't feel the need to go into it right now. (Again, as more information comes out, I may come back for another swing.)

So, my complaint. The number of times I saw a news interview with an expert that went like this is not small:

news host interviews deep ocean expert of some variety (who is not involved in rescue)

host asks expert what chances are that the dudes are alive and will be recovered alive

expert, being honest, says something like 'slim to none'

host responds with some amount of sincere-seeming disappointment, then after interview, pivots to the ongoing search for the definitely still alive people

There were news programs with clocks counting down how much theoretical oxygen was left. There were frequent updates to news stories with nothingburgers of additions, just to pad it out. It was, if they were alive at that moment, fucking ghoulish. That they were dead makes it even more horrible.

And I cannot emphasize enough how many experts said, to generalize and paraphrase here: "Unless they are found bobbing on the surface in the next n hours, they are dead. Even if they are alive right this minute, on the bottom of the ocean, there is no hope to rescue them in time."

This is not a failure of any of the rescue entities involved, by the way. The environment they were presumed to be in- 4000 meters under sea level- is so extreme that there are very few vehicles in the world with the capability of even getting to that depth. Like, 10 or less. As far as I know, none of them are designed to do any kind of deep sea rescue- which would have involved carefully scooping up or netting the Titan and hauling it up very slowly. There's no way to transfer personnel between ships at this depth, and the Titan had the largest passenger allowance at this depth, afaik. Like, the odds were incredibly, vanishingly small that these men would live.

The media, at large, never ever really allowed that to change the way they talked about this story or treated the participants in the story. At around 11 am or noon (central daylight time) on Thursday I saw them talking about how 'oxygen is critical'.

Oxygen was critical 24 hours prior. Even by the most generous of expectations, they were out of breathable air. Given how, to put it mildly, janky the submersible seemed to have been, there was absolutely no guarantee that they had even the 96 hours that Oceangate claimed.

Their likelihood of being rescued alive from the ocean floor was minimal on Monday. By Thursday, they were dead- again, unless they were found on the surface somewhere and had managed to carefully preserve their air somehow, they were already dead.

The media didn't really allow for the reality of the situation to be clear until Oceangate and the USCG came out and said 'yeah, they're dead'.

"Well, what's the problem with that?" you might ask. "The United States Coast Guard was the one who was saying it was a rescue up until that point."

Sure. That's their job. Their job is to treat it like an urgent rescue until it is certain that it is not. A significant amount of what they do is to rescue people from doing damnfool things in the water, and keeping hope alive until they find bodies, or evidence thereof. They were doing exactly what they should be doing.

(Whether they do this to this extent for everybody lost at sea is another conversation that's absolutely worth having, as well as their role in border patrol, but I have no bone to pick with the USCG in this particular instance. They did their all until they could do no more, that's the whole point of them, this is how they're supposed to operate.)

The media was not doing what they should be doing. There's an old quote somewhere that I think is just a journalism truism (everyone I've heard talk about it says their journalism professor said it)- if someone tells you it's raining, and someone else tells you it's not, your job isn't to report that, your job is to go outside and see if it's wet.

James Cameron- director of the aforementioned Titanic movie, as well as being a Titanic and deep sea submersible expert, knew they were dead on Monday.

He reached out to some people, he found out that the mother ship lost contact with the crew as well as their location at the same instant, and that the Navy heard a sound consistent with an implosion at around that time.

The information that the Navy heard the implosion was not classified information- they heard it via a listening system that was declassified in the 90s, I believe. Like, I knew about the system just kind of casually because I know random Navy stuff. (My dad was in the Navy, it's mostly osmosis.)

The people on the scene were informed as soon as the Navy knew. (When that was, I'm not sure, except it was before Monday. Probably they had someone go back and listen to it and weren't actively monitoring it, but it's hard to say.)

The deep ocean submersible community knew, well enough that James Cameron could call a buddy and find out. He was telling people on Monday to raise a glass to them.

The media could have had this information, if they did not have it. Either they didn't want to know, or did know, and didn't say it. And I can't say for certain they were suppressing information, but I do know that they frequently downplayed any evidence that these people were dead.

I know on CNN they ran a story about FADOSS- the FlyAway Deep Ocean Salvage System- that was shipped out to Newfoundland. It arrived Wednesday afternoon. Description in the alt text, link here.

At the time this story was published, the people in the sub would have theoretically had less than 24 hours of breathable air. They hadn't even chartered a ship for the FADOSS, at this point. And the port in Newfoundland is hundreds of miles from the site. I'm not sure how many hours away but, like, hours away. I think I heard it's a 6 hour trip, but I'm not certain on that.

This system was referenced in the news as if it was going to be part of the rescue process. Very clearly, this was never going to happen. The quote, 'a process which can take a full day' is a mild understatement, here.

It could, theoretically, be done in 24 hours, but was much more likely to take longer, unless they had enough crew in Newfoundland to do round-the-clock welding.

The response to the question about recovering someone alive is a polite way of saying 'that's not what we do'. They were not part of the rescue operation and were never intended to be, as far as I can tell.

(If you're wondering what part the FADOSS is going to take in the recovery and investigation process, it's not. It's used to lift heavy objects off the floor, and the Titan broke into small enough pieces that the ROVs are believed capable of handling it. FADOSS is on its way back to wherever it is kept. I suspect it was brought out in the edge case that the submersible was found intact with dead crew, to retrieve the vessel whole, so that the families would have bodies to bury.)

Setting aside the 'oh they definitely blew up' news that seems to have been available the whole time, every single piece of evidence and expertise pointed to these people being dead, and yet the news persisted in sort of breathlessly (sorry) talking about the rescue efforts and how much time was left. They persisted in talking about how definitely still alive these people were until they could not do that anymore.

Other examples of this issue are the knocking thing. There were reports of some of the buoys picking up something that could be described as 'knocking'. Some said it was 'every thirty minutes' but we don't know how precise a measurement that was. As soon as they started talking about the knocking, I looked into it.

As it turns out, this is just a thing that happens. The sea is very noisy, and it's hard to determine the source of a sound. Some geological things sound manmade, vice versa. They had a lot of ships cooperating together to work the search area, it's possible that they were hearing noise from those, or something from an oil platform a jillion miles away, because noise travels far and is hard to pinpoint. They had this issue while searching for the sunken USS Thresher and it was one of the ships doing the searching. Given how many different moving parts there were in this search operation, it's hard to say what the knocking was. This is just a thing in the ocean, there's a lot of fuckin noise and experts can't always pinpoint it down in location or even what it might be.

This is why, even though they heard sounds that were consistent with implosion, at the time that the Titan lost total contact with the mother ship, it was still treated as if there was a live rescue operation. Because they couldn't be certain.

But the odds were extremely poor that these men were alive, and almost everybody involved knew that fairly early on. Again, the rescue operation had to go forward like they were looking for someone alive because that's how that works. The media, on the other hand, handled this in a very irresponsible way.

And, like, I know, news media is bad at being news is not some like hot new thing, I've just been building up frustration for days and so it had to come out somehow.

I'm not sure how much of this was just because they're very wealthy men- only one of whom I've ever heard of before- and how much of it was because it was a very bizarre and unique ongoing situation, how much of it was the intersection of that.

But pretty much everybody with enough knowledge to be worth talking to about this knew, like, Monday that even if they weren't dead right then, they were very unlikely to make it out alive, and watching the news wind a bunch of people up over the hopeful outcome was revolting.

Okay. We'll see if I can go 24 hours without talking about this. If you made it to the end of this absolute fucking novel, congratulations and/or I'm sorry.

[tomorrowxtogether]

TAEHYUN: “I wish happiness for the people who made me feel happy”

TOMORROW X TOGETHER The Star Chapter: SANCTUARY comeback interview

2024.11.14

TAEHYUN never speaks in a roundabout way. The idol doesn’t mince words, and there’s something tender about that.

You spent some alone time at the Hangang River a little while back. What do you do when you go there? TAEHYUN: I buy my choice of drink, a caramel macchiato, and go in search of serenity while I sip it to get the taste of sweetness on my tongue and take in the peaceful scenery with my eyes. It doesn’t really inspire me so much as it just sort of feels restorative. I just feel good when I do that.

You’re probably so busy that you only get little bits of time here and there, but what would you want to do if you could carve some free time out of your busy schedule? TAEHYUN: I’d have some of that serenity I just mentioned, and work out, too. I’d probably just do the same things I do in tiny bursts now but be more relaxed about it. Right now I exercise when I have little breaks, like when I’m done for the day.

It seems like working out’s pretty much a part of your routine. TAEHYUN: It’s so routine for me now that sometimes I don’t even know why I’m doing it. It’s like how gym rats work out with no end goal. (laughs) It’s helpful for my posture since I start hunching over if I haven’t worked out in a while, and anyway, if I go straight home after work, I feel like I haven’t done enough. (laughs) I like how it keeps me ready to go and makes me feel productive.

You even keep it up when you’re on tour, running to stay in shape or working on your abs for “Tinnitus (Wanna be a rock).” TAEHYUN: We did around 30 shows and I showed off my abs every time. (laughs) I showed them once on tour in Seoul and then I thought people might feel left out if I skipped it anywhere else. I started getting more into food somewhere down the road so they’re slowly disappearing, but I’m trying to keep them around one way or another. (laughs) It hasn’t been easy. I make myself run until I’m out of breath when we’re on tour because it challenges me in the exact same way as performing. I don’t know if it really helps since I’ve never not done it and therefore don’t have data on it, but I believe it does.

Boxing, on the other hand, seems like something you’ve kept up a long time not for keeping in shape but just for fun. TAEHYUN: Boxing isn’t something where you can slow down when you get tired. If your opponent ups their pace, you have to, too—but you’re just as much an obstacle to them. If you’re not fighting for a title or to make it into a competition, then there’s no risk of getting hurt, so it’s a great way to break a sweat and get in some cardio. You hear sports like these called chess played with the body. Even if you’re not as good as your opponent in some ways, you’ve still got a shot at winning. What makes it so enticing is how you have to hone your skills in order to be powerful.

What does it mean to you to be powerful? TAEHYUN: It means a lot of different things. There’s some boxers who are strong for their weight class, and some who can shut out the crowd when they’re on their opponent’s home turf and win. I think it’s partially mental like that. There’s people who make a plan and work toward their goal, avoiding any obstacles standing in their way—people who don’t fall apart.

It feels like that’s your approach to your work in some regards. TAEHYUN: I’d say so too. Those are the kinds of people who get up in front of tons of people at the pro level. We’re similar in that we get up onstage and show everybody what we’ve got after working at it for a while.

How do you find touring after working at it for a while? It’s been about two years since you resumed in-person touring. TAEHYUN: It feels really overwhelming at first. When you find out how many shows there are, where you’re going, and get the set list, it’s seriously … (laughs) I mean, obviously there’s fun parts, but you’re running in an unflattering way to get through the walkways underneath, and sometimes you just feel like, Let’s get it done, or, Time to go change—I will survive. Then there’s parts where time flies, especially when you first get a mic in your hand. It’s all about jumping around and having fun together. Going around and getting hyped with the audience happens spontaneously. That’s when it gets exciting.

I found what you said about your first online fanlive event on weverse LIVE really memorable: “When the camera’s not on me, there’s nowhere to see me. It was crushing.” TAEHYUN: That was a really weird period, since now there was no way for people to know what I was up to when the camera wasn’t on me. But there’s always somebody looking right at me when we do shows in person. In those cases, I have to be capturing the mood of the songs at all times, and I can’t tuck my clothes in right away if I need to or rub my eye if something gets in there. There’s a lot more I have to pay attention to, but they’re all minor things. I’m always going to feel grateful as long as people are watching me.

You also put a lot of effort in for the tour in regard to your vocals, right? You seem to keep challenging yourself and experimenting in your own unique way. TAEHYUN: Yeah, totally. (laughs) I make minute adjustments, like, How can I make this easier? How can I increase my chances of success? How can I minimize damage to my throat? I try to feel how my body changes every time I do. Even for the sound, I’m in direct communication with them to try and get things right during rehearsals. When you’re recording vocals, you can do it over and over to get it right, but you’ve got people watching you at a concert, so you have to be confident you can keep your vocals steady 10 out of 10 times. I asked our producer Slow Rabbit once if we could bring the key down so it wouldn’t be so hard to sing so hard live (laughs) but eventually it worked out anyway. There’s nothing you can’t do if you just practice. If I can’t do it, it means I didn’t try hard enough. Anything is possible.

You sing several ad libs in The Star Chapter: SANCTUARY that give a real sense of your vocal style. Do you feel like you’ve developed your own style while recording vocals now? TAEHYUN: Recording feels more familiar to me now, and the producer and I can practically read each other’s thoughts now, so it's a completely stress-free experience. But there’s one thing that’s always on my mind. I love so many different genres. I love knowing their histories, singing them, and listening to them. But choosing what suits me is a huge challenge. I’m confident I could handle anything they throw at me to 70 or 80% quality, but there’s nothing I feel confident I could do at 100%. I don’t really know if I’m doing a good job of finding my own style, but knowing people can pick out your voice is something that makes any singer happy and appreciative. It’s a really good sign.

I personally felt like only you could pull of the “Forty One Winks” intro. TAEHYUN: We recorded that in Japan during the tour, and before the parts were assigned, I heard the song and asked the producer if I could do the first verse. I said I’d crush it. (laughs) So he said okay and I got to do it, and on the first day of recording, I immediately nailed it. I felt confident about that part: This is how it should go.

You’ve also been writing lyrics for a while now. How’d it go with this new album? TAEHYUN: I have a lot I want to write whenever I think of something that would be really fun for TOMORROW X TOGETHER to sing. The idea behind “Danger” is sort of cliché, but we hadn’t done something like that before so that actually made it fun. What was unusual this time was that we were out of the country so I couldn’t take my preferred approach of opening up a bunch of windows on the monitor in the studio and writing on my phone. It was a new experience for me to not settle down in one place and write. I wrote “Danger” on a plane, “Resist (Not Gonna Run Away)” in a car. I have a tendency to drag things out when I’m in the studio sometimes, but when I’m on the go, I end up writing faster sometimes because I feel like I have to get it all down before arriving—like the ETA’s now the deadline. (laughs)

The lead single “Over The Moon” has a more straightforward message than previous songs. How did you capture your interpretation of the song? You strike me as someone who really needs to understand what they’re singing. TAEHYUN: It’s way more straightforward, but there’s still one line I’d like to hear MOA’s interpretations of: “Let’s make an ancient future.” I need their help because I’m curious how listeners feel about it. (laughs) I guess “Over The Moon” is first and foremost about feeling good. Visually, the sense of freedom is important. I also hope anyone who sees it feels like we’re steady and talented—so much that it’s like, Huh? They’re so eye-catching—I can’t stop thinking about them! If people feel like, These guys are so uplifting—who are they?, at the end of our performance, I’d say it’s a big success. We have to bring out the subtle allure to achieve that. The vocals need to be so good they sound fluid and flexible, and the choreo flawless.

Doesn’t trying to have that kind of allure make it that much harder? TAEHYUN: It’s way harder. (laughs) We reduced the amount of group dancing and filled that time with individual choreo instead, which took a lot of work. All group choreo takes is good stamina and a lot of rehearsal time—this approach takes exploration and gut feeling into what makes it look cool. I think we’ve reached that point in our career now. It’s something people who perform 30 shows at a time can do. (laughs)

You’ve always been the type to practice as hard as you can and just as confidently say so. Is that the case for this album, too? TAEHYUN: Yes.

You sound very sure of yourself! (laughs) TAEHYUN: I put in everything I’ve got within the time available. That’s something I feel I should do. It’s just one of those obvious things. I feel a huge weight off focusing like that. Doing my best means putting my heart and soul into it until I feel that nothing will change no matter what might happen. That’s what doing my best means, I think.

That’s something only someone who has poured everything they have into their work can say. What’s there waiting at the end of all that hard work? TAEHYUN: I chose this path because I love being onstage and love singing, and now I’ve achieved that, but there are times when it becomes necessary to have goals. I want to set loftier goals—I want to do and reach for lots of things under the name TOMORROW X TOGETHER—the five of us and MOA together. There’s a lot I need to uphold for the fans, like sharing feelings and promises. We didn’t pinky promise, but still. (laughs) I want to keep going with our group for a long time, and in order for that to happen, people need to keep checking us out, which gives me a sense of certainty. Having some goals and achieving them lets us feel like we’re really doing a good job and heading in the right direction.

You’ve been with the other members for eight years now, which is over a third of your life. TAEHYUN: That’s true. And I’ve known YEONJUN for nine years. Now, even when we’re working out how to move, we don’t need to say much—like, “Two? Three?” That’s how we ask whether to stand at the second or third marker on the stage. We’ve reached a point where we can talk entirely in nouns.

I could sense how close you are in episode 144 of TO DO X TXT, “Abandoned Stars,” when the older members were being protective of you even though they were equally scared. (laughs) TAEHYUN: I felt there was still kindness in the world in that moment. (laughs) SOOBIN saying, “He can’t do it alone,” and YEONJUN said, “Don’t send him in by himself.” (laughs) We know each other so well that we don’t hide anything. Working with people who you get along with that well is an absolute blessing. It’s a good thing, too, since we spend more time with each other than our own families. It wasn’t easy to get there, though. (laughs) I don’t mean to be blunt, but we first came together to work together, meaning there were conflicts, and it took some time to figure out what didn’t work. Sometimes I even felt it’d be easier to go alone, but now doing it alone is challenging.

You even brought YEONJUN a lunch you made for him when he went to do a pre-recording to promote “GGUM.” TAEHYUN: I know one thing for sure: I think I’m extremely attentive toward the other members, and I’m always monitoring their performances. Maybe if it were one of the other members, I would’ve expressed how much I care in a different way, but for YEONJUN, I thought it would be best if I went there in person. He finds that kind of thing touching. (laughs) I was worried because he loves to eat and yet he probably couldn’t eat properly and would just be eating fast food from the store. I just happened to be free, so I dropped by, gave it to him, and came back to get some sleep. (laughs) Only love can make that possible.

You’re really good about showing the people around you how much you care. TAEHYUN: I’m actually not close with that many people. There’s people I care for, or see all the time, or do stuff with, and I feel like, even if I put in the time and effort, it still requires a lot of opening up and communication. That’s what the people in my life mean to me. With the group, I feel like it has to be that way to end up with better results and build trust. That means that sometimes when we’re talking together, we’re not just saying nice things. If all you’re looking to do is keep things roughly as they are, you could get away with saying nice things exclusively, but sometimes you just have to say or hear unpleasant things.

That could honestly be hard to handle, but it’s love that keeps you going, isn’t it? TAEHYUN: It’s important how I express things, but I think it’s also important what the other members think of me. If they’re working with the knowledge that I’m saying those things out of love, they wouldn’t think it’s absurd. It’d just be nagging otherwise. (laughs) It takes a lot of effort from everyone involved.

But you have nothing but love when it comes to MOA. I randomly saw how one time while YEONJUN was doing pre-recording, you talked about how  MOA’s wait times need to be shortened. TAEHYUN: I hope our fans can have the best fan experience possible. I felt like it’d be better if we came back out a little sooner in the space between songs to talk. Spending a little extra time on fixing ourselves up doesn’t really make us look that much better, I mean. (laughs) I told our staff, “We should hurry out there,” and I guess they listened. (laughs)

You also left a comment on weverse saying, “Wishing other people happiness is one of the ways I’ve found happiness myself.” I’m guessing you had an experience that led you to feel that way. TAEHYUN: When I meet fans, sometimes they say things like, “You saved my life.” Honestly, all I could do was do my best with singing, put out some albums, and get up onstage. I think maybe the reason they say it that way is because getting to know TOMORROW X TOGETHER and seeing us brings out positive feelings for them. I thought that wishing happiness for the same people who made me feel happy and wishing the best for them would send more positive vibes back their way again. I think that moment really hit me.

[elixrr]

A Surprise (Birthday) Confession...

➥ Sugawara Koushi x Reader：Birthday Special

↪not proofread LOL

Funnily enough, you didn’t know it was his birthday today. Confessing was simply a bold decision that you made on behalf of a sleepless night where slumber was replaced with contemplation and concern.

You knew that there was only one chance for a boy like Suga, and you did not want to waste the chance.

“Okay, so... Texting him to meet up... Then, I guess, just be there before he gets there and, uh, tell him?”

You scrambled your little plan down in a spare notebook that he gave you. It was blank, 100% blank, except the back of the notebook had a rose sticker placed on it. You'd run your fingers over it occasionally whenever your classes grew terribly boring, and you'd think of Sugawara.

“Okay. Message sent, now I should—”

He immediately responded. Oh, holy crap, he immediately responded.

‘Sounds like a plan! I'll be there soon :)’

Panic ensued, and you rushed to gather all of your things. You grabbed your house keys, his favorite chocolates from a convenience store that you'd occasionally find him in, and you bolted out the door.

You asked to meet him beneath a huge tree, and coincidentally, it was the tree that held all of your special moments together. It wasn't too far from your house, but it was far enough that you'd be concerned about who would reach the place first.

Running up a hill to reach the tree, you hear somebody call out your name. You yell a quick ‘hello!’ back at the unknown person while raising your hand up to let them know that you saw them, but you never looked back and continued running up the hill until you reached the tree. Panting, you rest your arms on your knees and let yourself cool down in the shade.

Footsteps began to approach, and you had a feeling that it was him.

“(Name)? Hey, you called for me?” You looked up, and his eyes were glowing in the warm, welcoming sun.

“Y– Yeah. I just wanted to get something off of my chest, if you don't mind..?”

“Of course not! I'm, well,” he rests his hand behind his neck and smiles, his eyes averting to the grassy floors, “I'm always willing to listen to you.”

And your heart skipped a beat.

“Thank you, that's—” so sweet. It's genuinely so sweet, and that's just Sugawara. The perfect blend of sweet, fun, and calm.

And you love him for that.

“Anyways, I'll just say it. Suga, I think– actually, I'm really sure now. I like you, not just as a friend. I like you a lot, and, uh, if you'd be willing, would you like to go out wi–”

“Yes! Or, uhm, yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'd be pretty chill with, y'know, that.” His excited burst calms down as he attempts to calm himself down, but you can tell how happy he is.

“You know what? (Name), this is the best birthday gift I could ever ask for!”

“Oh, I'm glad– wait, it's your birthday? Shoot, happy birthday, Suga! Crud, let me go back to my place and get my wallet, the food's on me tonight, 'kay?”

Sugawara's heart nearly explodes and he beams a smile.

“That sounds great! Want me to walk you there?”

You shoot back the sweetest smile that he's ever seen, a smile just for him.

“Of course I do!”

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ace Trappola - Playful Dress Vignette

"I can take my chances as they come"

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Ace's Room]

Ace: UGHHHHHH～～～ THAT PISSED ME OFF!!

Ace: I thought Riddle-ryōchō had gotten a bit more lenient, but obviously not.

Ace: "A student's main duty is his schoolwork! To abandon that is completely inexcusable!"

Ace: …Can't believe he'd say something like that, he's more stubborn than anything!

Ace: Man, after I got all excited with planning the outing. Thanks to someone it all went sour.

Deuce: When you say someone… Are you talking about me?

Ace: Who else? What kind of complete bonehead goes and snitches to the Housewarden like that?

Deuce: But- but, we're supposed to tell either the Housewarden or a Professor if we have to be absent…

Deuce: And besides, now that you mention it, it's definitely not a good thing to skip class.

Ace: What do you mean, "now that you mention it"…? Did you think up 'til getting yelled at by the Housewarden that skipping class was okay!?

Ace: So that's, why you just ran to the Housewarden so brazenly… Ugh.

Ace: Why'd I even try to invite someone this stupid in the first place…?

Deuce: WHAT DO YOU MEAN, STUPID!?

Deuce: Ah!! …Not very honor student of me to shout like that. …I'm gonna go cool off outside.

[door clicks open… slams shut]

Ace: Wh… What's with that guy, why's he the one getting upset!? That really grinds my gears.

Ace: Ughh, I can't deal with this anymore. I gotta finish packing before he gets back.

Ace: I have my phone charger, tissues, breath mints…

Ace: And I guess… I don't need my wallet. They said it's all free, so.

Ace: Last but not least, I definitely can't forget my Playful Land ticket!

Ace: …This should be enough. If I bring too much stuff, it'll just get in the way when I'm trying to have fun.

Ace: All that's left to do is to wake up before the sun rises and get to where we're all meeting, but…

Ace: Now that the Housewarden knows that I'm planning on skipping class, he'll definitely be on the lookout.

Ace: I thought it'd be pretty easy to slip out if I had spent the night at Ramshackle…

Ace: But if I do anything stupid now, it'll be off with all our heads, even [Yuu] and Grim's.

Ace: I already told [Yuu] and Grim not to invite anyone… I can't be the one to screw this up.

Ace: I've finished packing for tomorrow, so… Guess I'll check out possible escape routes!

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Hallway]

Heartslabyul Student A: Hey man, did you hear? Sounds like the Housewarden's in a rage because of Ace.

Heartslabyul Student B: Again～? That first year never learns, huh. So, what's it about this time?

Heartslabyul Student C: I mean… I don't really know all the details. But let's make sure not to set him off any further…

[rabble, rabble]

Ace: Looks like my upperclassmen heard what happened. At least they don't know about Playful Land…

Ace: I bet there'd be a few guys that would turn me in on a dime just to save their own skin, too.

Ace: It'd be bad if they see I'm missing in the morning, so I think I'll treat my roommates to some juice to keep them quiet.

Ace: Man… It's not something I usually notice, but it looks like a bunch of the guys in the dorm use this corridor a lot.

Ace: There's a slim chance that someone might wake up early and see me, so… I guess I'll try to find another route.

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Kitchen]

Ace: Hmmm. Looks like the kitchen doesn’t get much traffic…

Ace: Nice. Looks like this is the best way out!

Ace: If I go outside from that door there… I don't think anyone will notice right?

Ace: It's just dumb just following orders because the Housewarden said no, or just letting him chew me out just for skipping one day of class.

Ace: I ain't a blockhead like some people. I'm way better.

Ace: There's no point to anything if you miss out just 'cause you're trying to follow the rules. I'm gonna make sure I can take my chances as they come.

[Playful Land - Catch The Star]

―After the Playful Stage Show

Fellow: See now, it's on the horizon: the ride that Grim-kun has been so excited for!!

Grim: MYAH!? WHERE IS IT WHERE IS IT!? I WANNA RIDE IT ALREADY!!

Vil: Even after all that dancing in the show… This little potato is still rife with energy.

Ace: Huh, you tired already, Vil-senpai?

Vil: Who do you think you're talking to? Seems to me like this little potato has no manners.

Ace: It's not as bad as Expedition Whale, but looks like it's pretty popular regardless. There's a really long line.

Jack: Hm…? But that's…

Grim: Yo, Fellow. I said I wanted to ride on a trapeze swing.

1. This is a bit different… 2. Rather than a swing, it looks more like an umbrella

Fellow: Oh no, this is it, without a doubt. This is our very popular attraction, The "Parasol Swing."

Ace: The swing portion looks like an umbrella, but it's definitely flying through the sky. But why's it shaped like an umbrella?

Jack: Wasn't there that one scene in Wish Upon a Star where the wooden puppet's teacher hung onto a carriage with an umbrella?

Jack: In the book I read, that teacher was a cricket with enough guts to weather both the swaying of the carriage and the dust it kicked up.

Fellow: What vast knowledge you possess! Did you hear, Gidel, his quick and easy explanation!

Gidel: … [nods]

Vil: Ah yes, I do recall seeing some gentlemanly-looking cricket plushes in the shop.

Vil: That must have been the wooden puppet's teacher you mentioned.

Jack: Huh, so they had some plushes of the wooden puppet's teacher? My younger brother and sister both read the book too, so maybe that'd be a good souvenir for them.

Ace: Cool. They got plushes of the cricket from Wish Upon a Star here too, huh～

1. I'm curious what kind of cricket it is. 2. I want to see the plushes.

Ace: Same. Looks like we still got time before it's our turn, so let's go check it out.

Jack: What do you mean, check it out…? If we jump out of line, we'll lose our spot.

Ace: Well yeah, that's if we all go… But as long as one person stays in line, we should be fine, right?

Ace: Soooo… Please and thank you, Vil-senpai! Can you hold the line for us!?

Jack: What!?  You're seriously just asking an upperclassman to wait in line for you?

Ace: But like, Vil-senpai sounded like he was tired after that stage show.

Ace: We're still at the back of the line, and it's pretty shady here, so you won't have to worry about sunburn, and it looks like the flower beds have a lip that you can sit on, too…

Ace: Looks like it's the perfect place to take a break, don'tcha think? I'll make sure to grab you something to drink while we go check out the shops, too!

Fellow: Fahaha! What a thoughtful little student.

Vil: You really are a smooth-talker.

Vil: You're quick on your feet only in specific situations, or rather, you don't show your hand. It's good that you follow your convictions, but…

Vil: Although Trey followed after you in the end, the fact that you still went to slip out of your dorm even after Riddle was on high alert shows just how duplicitous you are.

Vil: I'm so thankful that Pomefiore didn't get anyone as rambunctious as you.

[Playful Land – Gentle Square]

Grim: That trapeze swing was so fuuun～!

Ace: Yeah, it was a little more thrilling than it looked. And we were able to figure out why it looked like umbrellas by checking out the shop beforehand, too, so that was good.

Ace: Jack and Vil-senpai went off to look at something else, so what should we do?

Grim: Hey, that's the Friendly Fox and the Gentle Cat over there!

Ace: Oh, you're right. They didn't show up to the stage show earlier, so I thought they didn't have live mascots here.

1. I want to see them up close! 2. I want to take a picture with them.

Ace: Ehhh～ Seriously? I got no interest in that whatsoever. You don't care about mascots either, right, Grim?

Grim: I read somewhere that when ya come to an amusement park, ya gotta take a picture with the mascots! I'll do it too!

Ace: Pass. I'm gonna go get in line for the roller coaster again. You guys can do it yourselves.

Guest A: I never thought I'd be able to take a picture with the Friendly Fox and Gentle Cat. This'll make a great memory.

Guest B: Hey, let's upload it to Magicam right away. It's proof that we came to Playful Land!

Ace: Hold on, wait a moment…

Ace: It might be better to upload a picture with those specific mascots to brag to everyone about how I got to come to this amusement park!

1. So that means… 2. Does that mean…?

Ace: Change of plans. It won't take too long to just take one photo, so let's get to it.

Ace: Woah, the Fox and Cat are coming our way. Eh!?

Friendly Fox: ～♪

Ace: Why's he spreading his arms out wide…? Feels like he's tryin' to be real welcoming.

Gentle Cat: !!

Ace: He's pointing at us, shaking his hips, and swinging his arms left and right… Ah.

Ace: Wait, did you see the stage show earlier? You tryin' to let us know how good we did?

Grim: The Fox and Cat are both nodding their heads. Guess they got an eye for awesomeness!

Ace: Looks like. Up close, this Fox's got real round eyes. He's got a super sincere face, like he could never tell a lie.

Ace: The Cat's real fluffy looking and is constantly smiling. He looks completely harmless and kind.

Ace: Basically, both look like real cool dudes!

Ace: …Hm? Now the Fox and Cat are dancing.

Grim: Oh hey, that's the dance we did earlier on the Playful Stage! Rave-up, up, dum-dee-dum… ♪

Ace: Those too look happy now that Grim started dancing, now… What, they want us to do it too!?

1. Rave-up! Up! ♪ 2. That's a little embarrassing…

Puppet: Dear Guests, You Look Spectacular! I'll Take A Picture Of You In A Rave-Up Pose!

Ace: Hrrrm, at this point, it'd be lame to act embarrassed, so… Guess I just gotta strike that pose, then.

Ace: Mmkay, can you take a pic with my phone?

Puppet: Understood, I Shall Take Your Phone. Alright, Everyone, Strike A Pose… Here We Go. Say Cheese!

[Playful Land – Bazaar]

Ace: WHEW, WE'RE FINALLY ALMOST AT SAGE'S ISLAND～!

Ace: Playful Land's exploding everywhere, and I've been hearing a lot of super sketch noises for a while now…

Ace: But at this rate, we should be able to make it to Crane Port somehow, right?

Ace: Even a boring island like this feels like a sight for sore eyes after a terrifying ordeal like that.

Trey: Seriously, yeah. We're all back home safe thanks to you guys, Ace.

Cater: Yup, yup. Although guess it's a bit uncool of Cay-kun to have to be saves by our juniors～

Ace: Heheh. But c'mon, the only reason we were even able to last that long is all thanks to you guys～

Ace: Oh, yeah. Get a load of this, guys. Something amazing happened a bit ago…

Ace: I even got some praise from Leona-senpai.

Trey: From Leona? Wow, that's unbelievable. Never thought I'd see the say where he'd praise someone so sincerely.

Ace: Right!? Well, I'm a little hesitant to say his praise was sincere, but…

Ace: When I told him how I magically tossed my foxtail souvenir so the puppets would go after it,

Ace: He said… "Sounds like those puppets were more like puppies, huh. How kind of you to toss 'em a bone."

Ace: That's basically his way of showing appreciation, right? …But now that I'm putting it in words, I'm starting to doubt it.

Cater: Yeah, yeah, I totes think he was praising you ☆ You got Floyd-kun saying good things about you, too.

Ace: Huh, Floyd-senpai!?

Trey: Yeah, he said something like… "I didn't have a lick of hope in 'em, but they actually took much longer to get turned into puppets than I thought."

Ace: That doesn't sound like praise to me at all? But I guess that's better than him saying he'd squeeze me…

Ace: Uh, so～ There's something I want to ask…

Ace: If we told him about how I totally had a hand in helping dismantle the evil Playful Land…

Ace: Do you think even Riddle-ryōchō would praise me and say I did a good job…?

Trey/Cater: Nope. / No way.

Ace: Tch, didn't think that'd work.

Trey: Maybe if we had been able to get back before dark, we would have been able to figure out some kid of excuse, but…

Trey: We've been gone pretty much all the night without any kind of notice. I can definitely already see Riddle's face red with rage.

Cater: Yup. I think we all gotta make sure to prepare for the worst…

Ace: Siiigh… I'm way too exhausted from putting in all that work, so it's gonna be a pain to deal with the Housewarden's anger, too...

???: How can you sound so miserable when we're finally able to make it back to campus?

Ace: Ah, Vil-senpai! Did you come here to praise me, too?

Vil: Absolutely not. It looked like the silver-tongued Ace might actually be in distress, so I came to impart some advice.

Ace: Wait, does that mean… You know some way to calm Riddle-ryōchō down!? Please, tell me!

Vil: It's nothing too difficult. The proper solution in these sorts of situations is to…

Vil: FACE HIM STRAIGHT ON AND APOLOGIZE EARNESTLY!

Vil: Your penchant for making excuses will only irritate Riddle further.

Vil: The best way to receive his forgiveness is to take his ire directly.

Ace: EEEHH!?

Trey: True, Ace has a quick wit and is pretty clever… But I'm pretty sure our best bet this time would be to be honestly apologetic.

Cater: I bet Riddle-kun was super worried about us too～ When we get back, we should all three of us apologize to him together.

Vil: See, third years are fully capable of understanding. Ace, you should also gracefully accept defeat.

Ace: NO WAAAY～!

Trey: When you deflate like that, it's like all that energy you were bouncing around with since last night was a mirage or something.

Ace: Urgh… But we went through so much. I ain't gonna let it end on a sour note.

Ace: If that's the case, then I'm gonna totally brag about how much fun I had on the attractions and on the stage!

Cater: Ace-chan is really...

Trey: Yeah, he really is stubborn.

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Miss Right *⁠.⁠✧

request: the reader is Severus's biological daughter, her best friend is Luna. She herself is in Slytherin, despite the reputation of the house. The reader is a very kind and sweet person

The corridors of Hogwarts buzzed with excitement as students darted between classes, their robes billowing behind them. You, however, walked calmly, your Slytherin tie neatly in place, offering warm smiles to the few who greeted you. Your house’s reputation often preceded you, but you had made it your mission to challenge the stereotypes that clung to Slytherin like vines.

"Y/N!" Luna's dreamy voice called from behind. You turned to see her skipping lightly toward you, her Ravenclaw blue blending harmoniously with the castle’s stone walls.

"Hi, Luna," you greeted warmly, waiting as she fell into step beside you.

"You look radiant today," she said, tilting her head. "I think the Nargles must be keeping their distance."

You chuckled. "Maybe they’re finally learning to behave."

Luna’s airy laugh echoed in the corridor as the two of you headed to the Great Hall. Fred Weasley was already there, lounging at the Gryffindor table. His eyes lit up when he spotted you, and he made a show of standing and bowing exaggeratedly as you approached.

"Your Majesty," he teased, his grin as mischievous as ever.

"Fred," you said with mock exasperation, but your smile betrayed you. "You’re causing a scene."

"Anything for you, my dear Slytherin," he said, pulling you into a quick hug before you settled at the Gryffindor table with him, ignoring the curious looks from nearby students.

Luna sat beside you, her plate already piling with odd combinations of food. "I think some people are confused," she said casually, her gaze drifting toward a group of younger students whispering.

"Let them wonder," Fred said, his hand finding yours under the table. "We’re the best-kept secret in Hogwarts."

You squeezed his hand, feeling a warmth that chased away any lingering self-doubt. Being Severus Snape’s daughter came with its own set of challenges, but you had found solace in unexpected places—Luna’s unwavering friendship and Fred’s contagious joy.

Later that evening, you found yourself in the Slytherin common room, curled up in one of the armchairs near the fire. The room was quieter than usual, and you used the moment to catch up on your Potions homework. Your father had high expectations, and you were determined not to disappoint him.

"Lost in thought, Y/N?" Draco Malfoy’s voice broke the silence. He was leaning against the mantel, his usual smirk in place.

"Just focused," you replied without looking up.

"Must be hard, balancing your perfect grades and your Gryffindor boyfriend," he said, his tone laced with mockery.

You met his gaze calmly. "Fred makes me happy, Draco. Isn’t that what matters?"

He shrugged, clearly not interested in a debate. "Just don’t forget where your loyalties lie."

"I know exactly where my loyalties lie," you said firmly, turning back to your work.

The next day, you met Luna in the library. She was flipping through a book on magical creatures when she looked up and said, "Have you ever wondered what your Patronus would be?"

You tilted your head thoughtfully. "I’ve never really thought about it. Why?"

Luna’s eyes sparkled. "It says a lot about a person. I think yours would be something gentle, but strong.”

"Maybe," you said softly, though part of you hoped it would be something unique to you.

Fred appeared a moment later, leaning over your chair to press a quick kiss to your temple. "What are we talking about?"

"Patronuses," Luna supplied.

Fred grinned. "Yours would be a fox, for sure. Clever and sly."

You laughed, leaning into him. "I guess we’ll have to see."

The corridors were mostly empty, the few lingering students too preoccupied with their own holiday plans to notice you slipping away.

When you arrived at the clock tower, Fred was waiting, his hands tucked into his pockets and a playful grin lighting up his face.

"You’re late," he teased.

"You’re lucky I even came," you shot back, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.

He held out his hand. "Come with me."

You took it without hesitation, letting him lead you outside into the crisp winter night. The snow crunched softly beneath your boots as Fred guided you toward a spot near the edge of the Forbidden Forest. There, in a small clearing, stood a table draped in a checkered blanket, candles glowing softly around it. Steam rose from two mugs of hot cocoa, and a plate of biscuits sat invitingly in the center.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Fred… what is this?"

"Well," he began, rubbing the back of his neck, "I figured we don’t get enough time to ourselves, especially with you always hiding away in that dungeon of yours. So I thought… why not make tonight special?"

You stared at him, a warmth blooming in your chest that had nothing to do with the cocoa. "You did all this for me?"

"Of course," he said, pulling out a chair for you. "Only the best for my favorite Slytherin."

You laughed, sitting down as Fred joined you. The two of you sipped your cocoa, the rich, warm sweetness melting away the chill of the night. Fred kept the conversation light, recounting one of his latest pranks on Filch, and you found yourself laughing so hard your sides ached.

As the night went on, the conversation grew softer, more intimate. Fred reached across the table to take your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

"I know we joke around a lot," he said quietly, his eyes locking onto yours. "But I want you to know… you mean everything to me, Y/N. I don’t care what house you’re in, who your father is, or what anyone else thinks. You’re my person."

Your breath hitched, the sincerity in his voice catching you off guard. You squeezed his hand, feeling a lump rise in your throat.

"You're my person too, Fred," you whispered.

Fred smiled, leaning across the table to press a gentle kiss to your lips. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the steady rhythm of your heart.

When he pulled back, his grin was as wide as ever. "Good. Because I’ve got a lot more surprises up my sleeve."

You laughed, shaking your head. "With you, I’d expect nothing less."

[coveholdenmyluv]

I. Midoriya - New Beginnings

Synopsis. Stained and calloused, the commission has nurtured your palms into silent artillery and trained you to fight the wolves they throw you in with. Not at all accounting for the possibility that you too might learn to bite the hand that feeds you.

- or alternatively - in which the Hero Commission recruits YOU to go undercover as a student in UA to keep a certain class, who already seems to be a magnet for trouble, in check…

It’s safe to say you get a little more than what your briefing covered.

A story of the finding of self love, a family, and a new beginning.

Series masterlist.

Chapter warnings. emotional manipulation, Izuku Midoriya the man that you are, deku accidentally hurts the reader a LOT in this chap LMAO, more hitting deku in the nuts, silly willy class A working their magic on the reader, aizawa brining out reader’s suppressed daddy issues?! remember when I said class A shenanigans last chapter? Well, it’s worse this chapter.

Chapter synopsis. Let’s go to camp! But first, Madam President wants to speak to you again? No biggie!…

3| Training Camp: start. 11.3k words

You couldn't lie to yourself, you were nervous.

Around a half hour ago, you had received the familiar orders to head west once again. You hadn't planned to be returning for a debriefing so suddenly, much less when your mission had hardly even began. Nonetheless, you pulled on your hero suit and walked the overfamiliar dull halls of the HPSC headquarters.

Upon entering the room, you notice the president seated behind her desk with her elbows propped up and fingers interlaced before her face.

'Oh no, she's in her classic anime villain pose.' You shriek internally.

"Aeron, come closer." She orders, voice dangerously low.

Gulping, you noticed that she had skipped the traditional wishes of pleasant mornings and formal greetings. "Madam President." You acknowledge, assuring her that your attention was on what she was to speak of and no where else.

"Take a look at this," She utters and reveals a news article from the folder that lays upon her desk top. The said article discussed a student of UA being manhandled and threatened at the local mall just yesterday. "So? What do you have to say for yourself?"

A look of horror paints your face, not able to fathom what she held before your eyes. "You still read the newspaper?!"

"Aeron. Be serious for once in your life." Her eyes harden as she grits your hero alias bitterly. "Where were you?" She asks.

"With all due respect, President, I had no way of knowing this was going to happen. It's simply not possible to know of every single student's whereabouts throughout every hour of the day." You defend yourself.

"Of course not," She spits as if the words were laced with acidic lemon juice. "But it is possible when they travel in a group. Apparently most of the class was also present, call it an outing of some sort. A class you are now apart of, so I repeat: Where were you?" She drills.

Lowering your head in a state of dishonor, you feel yourself shrink at the weight of her disapproving gaze, "I wasn't informed." You mutter softly.

"You weren't invited, Aeron. That is the problem here. You must gain their trust and camaraderie so that you are made aware of these instances. An elite hero course class from a prestigious academy all in the same building, with no protection might I add. Any intelligent villain would seize this opportunity. Unfortunately, one did."

Finally gaining the courage to lift your head, you ask, "Were they harmed?"

"Thankfully, no one was. The police are launching an investigation as to why the villain solely sought out a singular student, and you are going to be of their aid."

"Of their aid?" You repeat curiously. "What might that entail?"

"Nothing that alters your current objective as of yet, at least not too much." She answers, "All we ask is that, if you find any important information, no matter how minute it may seem, you are to report it to me directly."

"Information regarding what exactly?" You inquire, still not completely comprehending what it was she was asking of you.

"Izuku Midoriya."

The moment she uttered his name into the existence of your conversation, your body instantly went on edge. There was something about that boy that had your instincts going erratic, not in the aspect where you felt yourself in danger, or rather, physical danger, but instead as if you were exploring uncharted lands. Hiking Mount Everest or sailing the Bermuda Triangle.

His aura alone was enough to intrigue you. It was asphyxiating, as if he had accumulated generations worth of energy in his still young body.

"We don't think it's anything sinister regarding the boy, but we need information so that we are caught off guard no more." She further explains. "I trust you can handle this additional weight to your objective."

Still, it pains you that you were unable to fulfill your mission's goal of keeping them safe. More so, it pains you to disappoint the blonde woman before you.

"Forgive me, Madam President. This won't happen again, I will assure it." You promise as you place your hands on your thighs and bend your body into the deepest bow you could conjure as your heart aches in the gaze of her disappointed stare, "As well as, you can count on me to relay any information regarding Izuku Midoriya directly to you, commissioner."

"See to it that it doesn't." She states, before a brief pause ensues. "Aeron, I chose you specifically because I know that you are capable of this task. You have never and will never disappoint me. In fact, I want you to take this as a mere warning."

"A warning of what, President?"

"A warning of what could happen, should you not properly integrate yourself into the coterie of aspiring heroes, in other words, should you not take this seriously. You have done nothing wrong as of yet, I just want you to expand on your efforts of befriending these students. Whether you have to fake it till you make it or not, the sooner you act, the better. When do you begin attending classes?" She ends with an inquiry.

Nodding in compliance, you answer, "It is currently summer break, but I was invited to attend the summer training camp, which should enact soon."

"Very well, I believe I have made the correct choice. Feel free to prove truth to my judgement." She tells you with finalization.

Bowing once again, this time in confirmation, you accept orderly. "Affirmative, I shall do so with pleasure." Straightening your back and looking to the woman for approval of your departure, your eyes hold nothing but the familiar gaze of an obedient child soldier.

A loyal government dog.

That fact causes a pleased smile to grace the chair woman's lips.

"UA has finished its first semester and started summer vacation." Mr. Aizawa announces, before his mercury eyes harden into narrow slits and he scrutinizes his class. "However, those of you aiming to be heroes will not receive a single day of rest. At this summer camp, we will have you striving for even greater heights. Go plus ultra and all that."

"Yes, sir!" The class yells in unison upon his dismissal and the weary teacher drags his feet across the pavement as he leaves to finalize the preparations for the trip.

"Aeron!"

At the abrupt call of your name, your head shifts to find none other than Iida hastily padding his way over to where you stood.

"As this is your very first excursion with us as a class, allow me, Tenya Iida: your new Class Representative, to extend a warm welcome your way. Of course, as much enjoyment as this will bring us, please heed Mr. Aizawa's earlier words of staying on task and sparing no effort regarding your training. As you know, training regiments are a very crucial component to-"

"Oh. Em. Gee!" A high pitched squeal interrupts his headstrong monologue, leaving the boy sputtering in its wake. "I cannot believe that Mr. Aizawa let you join us for camp. This'll be the best opportunity to get to know each other and he must have known that!"

Pink fingers gingerly gripped your arm as she tugged and swayed you every which way. Taken aback by her enthusiastic greeting, you fight the urge to pull away, nearly jumping out of your own skin at the foreign touch. In all honesty, you would've, if not for the chair woman's earlier words ringing in your ears.

Are all teenagers in this day and age so open to physical contact? You weren't sure you shared that sentiment, for the goosebumps on your arm sent your mind reeling as if her fingers would burn directly into your bones any second now.

"I don't think that is the reason he chose to invite me." You reply, your gaze bouncing repeatedly from her expression to the grip she holds you with. Though, after noticing the subtle way she faltered in her enthusiasm, your backtrack was immediate. "But, I totally agree! There's always enough time for a good time!" You mask your hesitance with forced equal vivacity.

"Right?" She agrees, "We'll play truth or dare, roast marshmallows, and have a class potluck!"

"Ahem! Ashido, it was terribly rude of you to interrupt me as I was welcoming our new comrade to our class. A favorable relationship with each other is vital to success on the battle field, you'd do well to exercise these same practices. In fact, I can tell you more about this topic if you'd like! Your personality will make this as easy as eating pie-"

"She doesn't want you to do that, Iida. I think Aeron will live without your formal greeting. Ribbit." Asui joins in the conversation, and her words do well at diminishing his intense interest in speaking to you. Though, perhaps too much. At the forlorn expression on his face, you enter a sudden state of brief panic.

'Jeez, first Ashido and now this guy... are all kids my age this sensitive? A few words are able to deter their enthusiasm? I can't allow his eagerness to make me feel welcome disappear, how will I befriend him if he decides he no longer wants to speak to me? He's the class rep, if I have him on my side, the rest are sure to follow!'

"But! It is very much appreciated, Mr. Class rep. I agree, our camaraderie definitely plays an imperial role in our pending future, which is why this is the perfect first excursion of mine with you all as a class."

"Yikes, you're sounding an awful lot like Iida there." Sero inserts himself. "Can't believe he's rubbing off on you already. What happened to the snarky overconfident chick that kicked all of our asses while talking the most shit?"

"Did I? I don't recall..." You lie.

"Don't sell yourself so short, Aeron. That shit talking was well deserved, we were getting too cocky." Kirishima adds suddenly. "With your performance during our practicals, I'm sure you'll not only better yourself this summer, but you'll totally push us to our limits as well! Don't you agree, Bakugo?"

The blond in question stood beside him, clearly not amused by the conversation being had. You could tell so by his scowl and sharp squinted eyes he pointed in your direction. Though, the only thing he releases is a coherent dissatisfied grunt.

"Hey come on, don't be rude. First meetings- or er, I guess second meetings in this case, are important! We're gonna be classmates!" Kirishima urges.

"I don't care." The blond rasps and flicks away the hand that the red head had placed onto his shoulder, "We're not here to play pretend. Besides, what you say doesn't match the look in your eyes." His words, directed at you, cause your smile to strain in its corners as you fight off the scowl that yearns to paint your lips.

Of course, he isn't wrong. But you don't need him pointing out the obvious when it's clear that the rest of the students are too oblivious to see so as well. He would only end up blowing your cover.

'Okay, I knew this guy was trouble but I didn't think he'd cause me trouble.'

"Aw, you just sound jealous Bakugo." Jirou teases, to which the boy responds with a roll of his eyes. "Still not over the broken nose?"

"Shut the hell up!"

"Ugh, whatever! What I'm most excited about is the activities we'll get to do together. Which reminds me, I've been meaning to ask you, Ronnie. What the hell is your skin care routine?!" Ashido demands the information to spill out of your mouth, her urgency clear as she shakes you by the shoulders arduously.

"Skin care rou-tine?" You articulate as best as you can whilst you are manhandled. "Wait, who is Ronnie?" You register as the girl halts her motions.

The girl giggles, "You, silly. It's a cute nickname, right?"

You eye her warily, because, a nickname? Other than Keigo, no one has ever dared to do such an intimate thing. Teenagers are weird, you realize. Or at least, the ones you have met so far. How could they, or more specifically the girl before you, behave so trustingly towards a person they've met with only once before? It was so confusing. Confusing to the point where it was stupid to you. So very stupid. The stupidest thing you've ever experienced. Stupidity at its finest.

Your cheeks are on fire.

"Y-yeah, whatever. Ronnie is fine." You reply in what was your attempt at a nonchalant tone.

"Damn right she is." Comes the atrocious voice of the smallest student in the entire school, his size only being rivaled by the principal himself. With drool spilling down his face, his small palms rub themselves together as he gawks at your exposed legs. Though, his ogling doesn't last long. Sero's leg making contact and kicking the rodent away made sure of that.

"As for my skin routine, I packed most of my products, as well as a few extras. I could show you later, if you'd like?" You offer, unsure of what else could satisfy the teen.

"That sounds amazing! Oh, if you have enough, we should totally invite the other girls too!" She adds, and then as if on cue, Uraraka begins to exclaim her excitement for the upcoming trip.

"Let's hear it for camp! Camp! Camp! Camp!"

Well, you've definitely got yourself an enthusiastic bunch. For better or for worse.

"I heard some of class A is taking extra courses! Does that mean you guys actually failed the final exam? That must be so embarrassing! Of course, I'd never know how that feels like." Yells a sudden high pitched voice, foreign to your ears. "On top of that, I've heard talk about the addition of another student to your roster. Do you guys need all the help you can get? They're probably just as much of a naturally shallow loser as the rest of your class!-"

Though, the loud blonde comes to a screeching halt in both his exaggerating movements and degrading remarks alike as he scans the crowd before him. His manic eyes, widening as they do so, land on you.

And his worst nightmare becomes a reality as his cheeks flush baby pink.

Mistaking his bashful state for a threatening glare, sizing up his opponent as he stares into your soul, you ask with an edge to your voice, "What?"

Dread then fills his features as he registers the reason as to why the butterflies in his tummy are running rampant. "Oh come on!" He stomps his feet in place alike a child. "That is so not fair! When is it our turn?! Why do they always get nice things?!" He proclaims to the sky in a vast anguish.

Before he can muster the strength to shake his fist at the clouds, a ginger arrives on the scene and chops at his neck, which causes him to face plant painfully onto the concrete beneath their feet.

"Don't mind him." She says idly as she drags him away by the back of his collar.

"Monoma's scary..." Mutters yet another foreign voice. Arriving as a pack, the only other hero course class joins your own as you patiently wait to board your busses.

"Oh, the rest of class B!"

A girl with silky dark green curls and sharp teeth that glint with her smile greets the crowd before her. "Hey, it's nice to see you guys outside of the sports festival. I guess now, we're technically not rivals any longer." She teases, before her serpent eyes land on your figure. "And a new face? A nice change of pace, I've gotta admit." She drawls and extends a palm in your direction. "The name is Setsuna Tokage. It's a pleasure to meet you. Sorry about Monoma, he can be a little much at times, but luckily Kendo is here to keep him in check."

Placing your palm in hers, you both give each other a steady shake. "Aeron." You say and release your grip. "The pleasure's all mine. Give kendo my gratitude, will you?"

Her eyes briefly flash with recognition and she smiles widely with poorly masked astonishment. "Will do, Aeron."

"Time to get on the bus!" Kendo yells by the bus doors.

"Ah, it looks like there's our cue. We'll see you guys at camp." Tokage bids you farewell.

"Class A and class B?" Mineta mutters as he wipes at his sliver with his arm. "It's like a buffet of bombshells."

"Dude. Get yourself together before Aizawa leaves you here." Kirishima scolds.

Iida takes the initiative as a proper class president should and moves the class along. "Attention class A, our bus is here! Everyone line up in seating order! Aeron, you can sit beside me as you don't have an official student number yet!"

"You guys never listen to me..." Iida murmurs as he woefully overlooks the arrangement in which his classmates sit in, noticeably arbitrarily rather than the formal order he prefers.

"He drew, what?!" You screech.

"Deserved." Bakugo declares from his seat aways away.

Kaminari cackles in his seat, hand repeatedly slapping the red head beside him. "I still have the pictures!"

"We all actually took a turn at writing on your face." Kirishima says, his beaming smile never faltering even at the dull look you point at him.

"I drew a heart!" Uraraka announces from the seat in front of you. "You're surprisingly a very deep sleeper."

"I'm usually not... I was just really tired because of my quirk." You explain and punctuate your sentence with a groan. "Kaminari, give me your fucking phone."

"Language." Iida mutters, "There are a million different ways to word that sentence."

"Kaminari, give me your damn phone."

"Still not good enough." Aizawa adds from his seat at the front.

"Kaminari. Give. Me. Your. Phone." You grit.

"No way, Jose!" He squeals and shoves the device in his pants. Who the hell is Jose? "This is peak blackmail material, I'm guarding this shit with my life."

"I give up. Say whatever you want." Iida sighs exasperatedly.

"On the bright side, I felt really bad and decided to wipe it all off of your face before you woke up." Midoriya reassures you, sitting beside his class president and clutching his notebook to his chest. "Which reminds me, you said that you're usually not such a deep sleeper, but because of your quirk, which I'm assuming you're referring to your quirk usage, you didn't feel a thing when every one of us took a turn at doodling on your face. This can only be just one of the many drawbacks such a powerful quirk has to wield, am I right? Do you mind telling me more about the drawbacks and what comes after you've reached those limits? And what about the manifestation of each power that Vitality grants you, where does all of that energy even go? Do you receive the energy or does it simply dissipate into the air? I'm assuming it's the former, since the energy you consume is not invisible, so we surely would be able to see it floating about in the air. What would happen if you were to overload your body with too much of that energy? Would it be too much to handle, which would cause your body to explode? If so, did you have to train your body to reach a certain stage to be able to handle and maintain such extreme amounts-"

"Please. Stop. Talking." You grimace, already feeling the incoming migraine you'd have to deal with for the rest of the day, forcing your fingers to rub at your temples in search for comfort.

"Speaking of pictures, this is officially our first road trip we will take as a class!" Uraraka announces, twisting and squirming in her seat in what you guessed to be excitement. "I mean yeah, it's not that long of a drive, but still."

"That has nothing to do with pictures, Ochako. Ribbit."

"We should definitely take a picture to commemorate this day. You'll thank me when we graduate." She replies. "What do you guys say?"

"Well, I suppose a photo would be fine. As long as you get my good side..." Todoroki murmurs uncertainly, shifting his head so that only his right side was visible.

"Got it!" The brunette readily agrees, "Okay, start posing." She directs the class, extending her arm so that every classmate was in view of her... flip phone.

"What is that..." You murmur. "An ancient relic?..."

Bakugo audibly gags from the back of the bus at the sight, and you can see the surprise coating the features of both Iida and Yaoyaorozu from where you sit.

Seeing her classmates reactions and very obviously having endured this situation before, Uraraka simply rolls her eyes. "Oh come on, guys. No need to clutch your pearls. There is no way you guys were this sheltered growing up."

Ashido titters nervously and swoops in to take the reigns, "How about we use my cellphone instead?" She insists, already slipping her pink device into the rosy cheeked girl's palms, who only grumbles in compliance.

"But when these become a trend later, I'll have the last laugh. You'll see."

"Okay! Poses and count down can begin now!" Mina instructs, plopping back into her seat beside you and unexpectedly throwing her arm around the back of your neck.

"How insulting that you assume I am not always in a pose fit for a candid photo!" Aoyama exclaims, standing from his seat and placing one hand on his hip and the other interlaced in his lustrous mane.

"One!" Uraraka begins, smart phone in hand.

The sight of Aoyama standing causes a spike of urgency to force an audible gasp out of Iida and lift himself from where he sat. "No one should be standing! That is a safety hazard, please stay seated!" He demands, arms slicing through the stuffy bus air. Ashido doesn't hesitate to take the countdown as her cue to further your intimacy by gathering the fat of your cheeks into her palms and squishing your lips into a pout.

"Two!"

Iida's abrupt stance creates the awkward chain of events of Midoriya stumbling out of his seat and flailing his arms about, before accepting his fate and submitting to his fall backward, whilst Tokoyami hastily attempts to block Bakugo's rude hand gesture towards the camera.

"Three!"

Yaoyaorozu and Jirou had moved to create a conjoined heart, while a contradicting Sero forms a circle and allows Kaminari to stick his finger in the said circle. Leaving poor Kirishima to watch in pure red-head fashioned horror.

And just as Uraraka's finger presses the screen to capture what was supposed to be a wholesome moment to looked back on in the far future, Midoriya's falling body crashes into your own. Hard. Though, perhaps it is more fitting to say Midoriya's very very thick skull slammed into your face with as much velocity as what you guessed the bus you currently rode in was moving at.

'Click'

Squealing, Uraraka goes to admire the picture she has just taken... only for her face to lose its vivacity dramatically. "This is why we can't have nice things." The girl whispers to her frog friend beside her.

"Holy shit." You utter, clutching a palm to your face. The instant the boy's head collided with your face, a sharp pain shot through the length of your nose.

"Ow." He mutters and rubs the back of his head, not appearing to have been too affected by the collision. Though, upon twisting his neck and gazing at whatever, or whoever, had broken his fall, his face filled with the utmost amount of dread. "I am so sorry, Aeron!"

"Why is your damn head so hard?" You groan nasally, squeezing your eyes shut before you feel the warm trickle above your lip morph into a thick stream. Almost as if your lips were mountains, and your blood ardent rivers in search for oceans.

"I warned you guys about arising from your seats," Iida scolds like a disappointed parent, before the vibrant crimson comes into view and the boy begins to panic as well. "Aeron! Your nose! Don't worry, I always come prepared and carry tissues... though, they are in my bag and those bags seem to be at the back of the bus... Mr. Aizawa, permission to traverse the back of the bus for my tissues?"

"This is such a rare Deku W?" Bakugo murmurs to himself, staring at his palms conflicted on if he should praise these events or call his classmate out on his annoying clumsiness.

"Are you okay, Ronnie? That's a lot of blood you're losing..." Ashido points out.

"Again, I am very sorry, Aeron! It was truthfully an accident." Midoriya pleads in your direction, palms slapping together as he proclaims how he should have been more careful.

"Ugh," You groan in pain, "It's fine Midoriya, it's just a nose bleed." You grumble, and truthfully, your hands ached to deal him the same damage he had just done to you, though you gathered that you bore some portion of the fault as well. Afterall, you were getting a little too comfortable with your peers, which resulted in your guard slowly disappearing, hence why you weren't in the right mind to dodge the literal human body hurling your way.

"Yes, but I know how painful nose bleeds can be in the first couple of minutes that follow after the impact." He adds.

"I've been through worse."

"That doesn't mean this wouldn't hurt, I know how hard my head is from experience!"

"Again, it's just a nose bleed. I get these all the time, I can handle-"

Lifting himself from his own seat up front, the scruffy man sluggishly makes his way towards where you sit. "Alright, I'll handle this. Midoriya get back in your seat before you cause anymore accidents." Aizawa instructs, to which the boy apologizes once more and adheres to his teacher's words.

With your lashes fluttering and lids lifting at the feeling of a new presence before you, you are met with the pale man with dark features that you had stood face to face with not that long ago, only this time instead of a feline-like grin after he informed you of how he planned to have your first activity with your new class be to beat them unconscious in their finals, he wore a displeased frown. The creases in between his brows spoke the words he likely would never utter aloud, though not out of cruelness, but because that was simply the way he was.

You are a great judge of character, you know how to read people, the skill being one of the first taught to you as a child. So, it was a given that upon your first meeting with this man, the lack of presence from that inherent skill had frightened you. You could not read this man then.

But now?

You wished you couldn't understand what those creases wrote onto his skin. You wished that those skills would just cease to exist, in fact, perhaps they had. Perhaps that was why those creases told you that he was worried. Perhaps they were wrong.

It truly was a minor nose bleed, you could tell so by the lack of pulsing in your skull. You know he had to have known that, he is a trained Pro after all. So why are those creases, the downward curl of his lip, and his softening irises proclaiming empathy?

Did it hurt him to see you hurt? It'd be a cold day in hell before you would ever allow yourself to believe that.

"Don't tilt your head back, it'll only make it worse." He informs you, and it's only then that you notice the first aid kit in his hands. Taking out the gauze pads, his index and thumb gently grip the bridge of your nose, giving him a better view of your wound. "It doesn't look or feel broken, so it's likely just a simple nose bleed cause by the blunt impact of Midoriya's dense head."

The boy in topic rambles further profound series of apologies, but his words go through one ear and out the other as you stare dumbfounded at the man before you. For some reason, the delicate way your teacher handed your injury was causing something in your chest to ache and eyes to soften.

His touch is so gentle.

"Right." You say.

Dabbing your skin with the soft tissues, he cradles your face and tilts your head for inspection. Once he deems you cleanly enough, he hands you the rest of the gauze and lifts himself from the ground. And just as you think he was fed up with coddling you, you are graced with two soft pats on the top of your head.

"There, that should be enough for now. Let me know if it continues to bleed." He offers, and walks himself back to his seat the front of the bus.

"Thank you, Mr. Aizawa." You whisper, still only half present.

"Aeron?" Midoriya calls, effectively snapping you out of your daze.

"What?" You snap.

The boy lowers his head in guilt, "I really am sorry. I never meant to hurt you." He apologizes yet again, and his big doe eyes make it difficult to maintain eye contact.

"Whatever, Midoriya. I already told you it's fine." You turn your gaze away, "As long as Bakugo didn't pay you for that, all is forgiven."

"Definitely not! Kacchan wouldn't waste his money like that! He'd probably rather do it himself." He chuckles.

"Good, then you'll live to see another day."

A nervous huff and a wry smile is all he offers after, "Right, thanks."

Not really wanting to socialize any more than you already had, you turn back in your seat, pondering what the fuck just happened and why did all these feelings transpire within you at the mere touch of a concerned adult?

'The bar is in hell... and so is my dignity.'

Squinting at the bright rays cascading from the scintillating ball of gas in the sky that bombarded your surroundings, you hopped off the bus and onto firm dirt. And despite the heat that soaked into your skin, you embraced it with open arms.

The sun had always felt rejuvenating to your body and psyche; being part of your quirk, simply lying in the sunlight or under the moon was always a way to recharge your soul. You couldn't count the amount of nights that nightmares kept you away from slumber, and more likely than not, on those very nights, you would end up sitting on the terrace back in your pent house and speaking to the man in the moon as if it was an old friend.

Groaning and stretching your arms high above your head, you take in the surroundings of the rest stop Aizawa had decided to make use of. It looked as if you were on a cliff boarded by short logs of wood, greenery several feet below where you stood.

...Not a toilet, convince store, or even a place to sit in sight. Though, what did catch your eye was the black car parked randomly parked adjacent to the bus you had rode here.

"I'm so hungry." You mumbled as the rest of the class joins you outside of the bus.

"Finally, I needed to get off of that thing!" Kaminari complains as he begins to perform a set of squats. "My ass is killing me."

"Let me get through, I've gotta pee!" Mineta yells as he races around searching for any suitable place to relieve himself.

"How's your nose, Aeron?" Uraraka asks as she stands before you.

"Yeah, Midoriya looks hard headed." Jirou adds.

Clutching his hands together, the freckled boy wails, "Again I'm so sorry, I didn't catch myself fast enough! It was an accident I sw-"

"We get it, Midoriya. It's getting old." You wave the boy off. His persistence almost drawing a chuckle out of you.

"Also, you didn't catch yourself at all, Midoriya." Asui comments.

Inspecting his surroundings, Kirishima cautiously notes, "This isn't much of a rest area."

"Not really, and where's class B?" Jirou asks.

"You don't actually think we stopped here just so you could stretch your legs, right?" Aizawa asks rhetorically with his hands in his pockets.

'How is he not dying with that big ass scarf on?'

The sound of multiple car doors opening and a feminine voice causes all of your heads to snap the other way, "Heya, Eraser."

"Long time no see." The teacher greets, lowering his head briefly in respect. Two young women both donning cat ears, paws, and tails step out of the vehicle.

"You can call us, 'The Wild Wild Pussy Cats'!" They both announce enthusiastically.

You stifle a yawn as your teacher begins to explain their presence, "These are the Pro Heroes you'll be working with at the summer training camp."

'Never heard of them-'

"They're a four person hero team who specialize in mountain side rescues! The Pussy Cats were founded when we were kids, like forever ago!" Midoriya explains with an excited blush on his face.

'-never mind, thank you Midoriya.'

"This marks their twelfth year working as a-" The boy continues, before a heavy white paw envelopes his face, effectively halting his rant.

"I'm pretty darn sure your math must be off." The hero named Pixie Bob refutes, her face inching closer to the boy with a menacing expression. "I'm eighteen at heart <3"

"...Understood." Midoriya utters from beneath her paw.

"Everyone, say hello. Don't be rude." Aizawa commands.

"Hello, nice to meet you." The class murmurs in unison.

"We own this whole stretch of land out here, everything your eyes can see. The summer camp you guys are staying at is down there." Mandalay explains, pointing a manicured paw towards the green field you overlooked. "Just at the base of this mountain."

"That's far!"

"Then why did we stop all the way up here?" Uraraka naively asks, "It's not like you guys expect us to run all the way there, right?" She offers with a laugh.

"Oh, you sweet summer child. You've just jinxed us." You realize.

"What? No that can't be right." Sato denies your implications. "Please, tell me that's not right..."

Sero chuckles nervously, pivoting on his right foot. "Very funny guys. Now, let's get back on the bus. Now. Please."

"G-good idea, let's go load up." Kaminari agrees as he too turns to escape this nightmare.

With a conniving smirk stitching itself onto her face, Mandalay purrs, "It's currently nine thirty in the morning... so, if you're fast enough, you might make it there by noon."

"No way!" Kirishima shrieks in disbelief.

"Holy crap!" Mina exclaims in horror.

Kaminari spins on his heel and dashes towards the bus doors, nearly tripping over his own laces in the process, "Save yourselves!"

"Can't we at least have a pre-torture snack? How the hell are we supposed to get down there if we're running on zero fumes?" You ask.

"You don't need food as fuel because of your quirk. Use the sun, Aeron." Aizawa answers.

"Kitties who don't make it there before by twelve thirty won't get any lunch." Mandalay adds.

"You both are downright evil!" You wail.

Aizawa stands as stagnant as usual, not at all being affected by his student's cries of anguish. "You guys should have known this from the very beginning. The moment you stepped foot on that bus..."

Before any of your classmates could have even reached the doors, Pixie Bob puts her cat-like agility to good use and terminates their attempts by leaping before them and showcasing her claws.

"The training camp has already begun."

Placing both paws on the ground, her palms emit an azure blue glow that mirrors the shade of her eyes. Suddenly, the ground beneath you begins to crumble and you realize you are descending multiple feet in the air.

"What the hell?!" Uraraka shrieks.

"She's controlling the ground!" Midoriya realizes.

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock!" You grit his way.

As you plummet, you quickly realize that you would need to find an opening or conjure up a way to break your fall. Although your sight is heavily obstructed by the pounds of dirt, you manage to guess at which point you expect to reach the ground.

Shifting yourself so that the impact would hurt you less, you touch the floor with a simple roll and a grunt.

Sighing heavily in relief, you start, "Oh thank gosh, that would have really hurt-" Though you aren't allowed to finish your victory cry before a body crashes into yours. Effectively breaking its fall.

"Oh, that wasn't so bad." Midoriya comments, his eyes remaining squeezed shut from the freight. "The floor is actually find of soft-"

"Oh you are so doing this on purpose." You accuse from under him. "Do you hate me?"

The boy open his eyes in panic at the sound of your voice, registering just who had softened his fall... once again. "Oh, no no no! This can't be happening, I swear to All Might I would never-"

He doesn't finish his sentence due to his world getting flipped upside down. Literally. You grab onto the back of his shirt and thrust him before you, forcing him to lay on his back harshly as you stand over him.

"Ouch." He whines.

"Since this is private land, you can use your quirk as much as you want to!" Mandalay announces from the top of the cliff. "You've got three full hours! You should be able to make it to the facility in that time... that is, if you can make it through the Beast's forest."

Facing the forest in topic, you gaze into the dark abyss of nothing but dirt and a mass amount of thick and tall trees. "How big is the beast that it needs an entire forest?" You ask dubiously.

"That name sounds right out of a fantasy game. I'm assuming we don't get any power ups?" Kaminari suggests.

"We've got quirks, idiot." Jirou answers, "Still, why do we keep falling for Aizawa's stupid tricks?"

"I wonder how much I'd win if I sued..." Uraraka wonders, glaring at the forest as if it'd simply toss her the money in terror.

"Give me a call if you need a statement." You offer absentmindedly, inspecting the forest thoroughly.

"I guess there's no use in complaining, we might as well move our asses." Kirishima adds, dusting himself off and counting the bruises he'd already garnered.

A purple blur sprints past you and into the unexplored land. "I've gotta piss, I've gotta piss, I've gotta piss. I've held it and didn't spill a single leak!" Mineta yells and makes it well into the forest, before yielding at a deep rumbling growl.

A grey monster made entirely out of the dirt around it bears its teeth at your group and stands on all fours. There were no eyes visible, though it had rippling sculpted muscles and stood tall within the leaves.

"We're all gonna die!" Sero and Kaminari screech in unison, both of their jaws nearly touching the ground beneath them.

Mineta stood directly before the beast, and in noticing the small human, the beast lifts its right arm and goes to slash at his body.

"Please calm yourself, my giant friend!" Koda begins to yell as he runs towards them with tears threatening to drip down his cheeks. "You don't wanna hurt any of us!"

Though, before it could even ghost the boy's skin, you bolt forwards and slide onto the dirt, kicking him out of its reach. Forcing yourself to roll with him in order to avoid contact with the strike, you grasp his body and clutch him near you as you slam against the trunk of a tree.

Exhaling in relief, you begin to mutter. "Damn it Eraser, you're really going to put me to work."

'Koji Koda. His quirk is anivoice, and it allows the user to communicate with and command animals through speech. It would have worked, if only this thing was actually an animal. It is purely a lump of dirt being manipulated by... Pixie Bob. This has to be that cat's quirk.' You conclude.

Leering over you and bearing its tusks once again, the monster reels its arm back once again, attempting to immobilize you a second time.

"You've got to be kidding me." You groan.

Without hesitation, you materialize your energy and shape it into a long sturdy spear, using the shaft to slice through the arm raining down on you. When you realize you are being given a struggle, you decide to apply even more energy into your weapon, causing it to heat up slightly. Providing for a clean cut all the way through the shoulder.

"They're not as strong as they look," You conclude.

As the claw hits the ground, you suddenly sense the same aura you've sensed before. The one that never fails to give you goosebumps at its mere activation.

This was the aura of a charging force.

'Izuku Midoriya.'

He stands just aways away from where you sit on the ground, hot pink marks painting his skin and cool green miniature lightning surrounding his body.

Frost follows after, centering from the dial toned boy behind you, sprouting until it reaches the monster you had momentarily stalled and imprisoning its legs.

"Reciproburst!" The class president yells, storming towards the beast with his engines hot and ready to slice through the other arm. Which it does flawlessly.

"Die!" Bakugo exclaims, lunging himself at the being with sparks flittering around his palms. Creating a powerful explosion, the blond obliterates the left leg into pieces, threatening its balance and causing it to tip over.

A crystalline opening for the final blow is made.

"Smash!" That blow being taken by none other than the freckled boy itching to put his power to good use, striking the monster right in the chest, dispersing it into thin air.

"Wow!" Sato exclaims after a few seconds of collective silence, "You guys defeated that beast in an instant!" He praises.

"You did it!" Sero joins.

"Yeah, they did it... and I did it too..." Mineta mumbles, on the brink of losing consciousness due to the shock, though that doesn't halt his attempt at thrusting himself into your arms hoping to be coddled.

"You did Jack shit but piss your pants." You grit, dodging his embrace and allowing him to fall face first onto the ground. "That was close." You exhale, replaying the memory of his near death experience.

"It seems we make a great team, Aeron." Iida tells you with a soft smile, walking towards you and offering his hand.

"Maybe, but you guys did most of the work." You reply, accepting his offering and joining him in standing. "And I might've just gotten peed on in return."

"You were the first to act in a moment of crisis, and you saved a fellow classmate. Unfortunately, a slightly damp classmate at that." He grimaces at the thought, though his warm grin returns once again upon gazing at you. "Great first day as a member of class A, if you ask me. Well done."

Your heart just squeezed.

With eyes that have softened in their corners, you panic for a suitable response to answer him with. "Thanks, Iida."

Unfortunately, your brief moment of acceptance is cut short when your instincts alert you. Rumbling can be felt in the pattern of stomps and another roar bellows through the forest.

"They're coming."

Jirou immediately places her headphones onto the ground and listens for the origins of the sounds. "There and there." She mutters, pointing a single finger at the sky and another to her left.

"Up above?!" Kaminari cries, "Where'd you get that from?!"

The sound of wings flapping only confirm her suspicions, rendering the blond silent in fear.

"Hey come on, how many are there?" Sero asks, looking every which way in paranoia.

"What should we do? Run away?!" Ashido asks.

"As if." Bakugo answers.

"Guys, if we don't make it to the facility by noon, we won't get lunch." Sato reminds you all.

"Then that settles it." You state, preparing for the incoming ambush.

"We have no choice but to get through here and take the shortest route." Yaoyorozu declares.

"Ribbit."

"All right, move out class A!" Iida announces, readying his stance.

Utilizing his quirk, Shoji joins Jirou on gathering as much information as he can on the monsters whereabouts. "Three up ahead and two each on either side!"

"Eight total. They're coming!"

As your class begins to apprehend and disembody the creatures, you pause to analyze the situation further. Something was not making sense.

'One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.' You count internally and discern the beasts movements. 'The rest of the class is taking care of seven, but where the hell is the eighth?' You ask yourself, recalculating to confirm that you truly were missing a monster.

'I doubt those two would miscalculate, this is their field of expertise. So if those dirt monsters are all around us on the ground, and some are able to occupy the sky, then that means...' Your gaze darts to the ground, scanning for any abnormal behavior.

'Crack'

"There!" You exclaim, scrutinizing the breach of solidified dirt.

Focusing your physical energy into your fist, you throw yourself onto the ground and slam it down. Again. And again. And again. Fist pulsing with pain, blood, and power before a portion of the ground you stand on caves in, allowing you to catch a glimpse of the monster attempting to launch a sneak attack on your class.

"Come out into the light, snake. It's over." You taunt. In response, the ground crumbles as the monster unveils itself, roaring with displeasure. It stood well into the air and bounded towards you.

Escaping in the opposite direction, you place your feet onto a tree trunk and leap before you take hold of a thick branch. Making use of your upper body strength to climb atop and calculate your next move.

'The neck.' You decide.

This particular monster had three rib cage like tusks that guarded the nape of its neck.

"Bingo."

Channeling your inner Levi Ackerman, you lift yourself on the branch and sprint towards the monster before leaping onto its body, landing on it's back. Climbing upwards as you dodge its spiky tail that swung your way, you conjure up another long spear, jabbing it into its neck and taking ahold of the other end before you launch yourself onto the ground and drag the blade down its solid neck as you plummet.

Landing on the ground once again, the monster's head lolls to the side. "Implosive Daggers." You murmur, and squeeze your right eye shut. With the utmost precision, you shoot blades of energy towards the other side of the creatures neck before its head detaches and crashes on the ground. "Bullseye." You praise yourself, pursed smile forming on your lips at your victory.

"This is fun." You decide.

Training camp - Day 1; 5:20 PM

"This is so not fun."

Lugging yourself forward, you donned multiple scrapes and scratches as you struggled to keep your eyes open. You nose was even dripping crimson due to the exertion your training had implemented.

With the sun descending in the sky and the trees obstructing it's rays, you had no way to replenish your quirk. The only option was to use that of the students around you but unfortunately for you, they needed theirs just as greatly as you did. That much was noticeable, as they were in no better shape than you.

"Ha! The litter is here!"

"That took longer than expected."

Stepping into the light, you notice all three heroes waiting patiently in front of the building you slowly inch closer towards. Uraraka dangles off of your left side as she clutchs her mouth and stomach in nausea.

"You said it would only be like, three hours!" Sero exclaims as Sato and Kirishima drop to the ground behind him.

"Oh no..." The pink cheeked girl in your arms murmurs before she too drops to the floor, only this time, to relieve herself of her breakfast. Alarmed, you quickly tuck her hair behind her ears and awkwardly pat her back.

"I guess we timed it based on how long it'd take us, sorry!" Mandalay explains.

"You are so not sorry." Ashido grumbles.

"And now you're bragging about how much better you are? That's so mean!" Sato whines.

"I'm starving. This is hell!" Kirishima complains as he no longer fights to open his eyelids. Uraraka, stomach now newly emptied, juts a thumb up in agreement.

"We missed lunch, I don't know if my life insurance covers starvation." You ponder aloud, standing up from where you crouched.

"I don't even have insurance." Ojiro mumbles.

"Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow!" Pixie Bob exclaims with a pair of manicured paws covering her face.

'She reminds me of Kitty when Keigo forgets to feed her.' You think.

"I thought it would take you kids even longer! But, you did much better against my dirt monsters than I thought you would." She praises before she lowers her voice. "You guys were seriously great." Wiggling her claws before her, she exclaims "Especially... the five of you! It seems like you've had quite the bit of experience." She pauses for dramatic effect before launching herself forwards. "I call dibs on these kittens! They're puuurrfect!"

You weren't really paying attention to the hero, though she gives you no choice but to pay her heed as she appears before you and four other students.

Bakugo groans in annoyance, "The hell, lady?!" He grunts and shields himself with his arms.

"I just wanna nap!" You whine childishly as you cover your face with your palms.

"Endure! Do not let yourself be taken by this COUGAR!" Iida motivated, his stance mimicking that of the blond beside him.

"I am very uncomfy right now!" Midoriya states, eyes squeezed shut and body folding inwards.

"When are you feeding us?" Todoroki asks through his palms as he too hides behind his fingers.

"...Mandalay, has she always been like this? Please get her away from my children." Aizawa asks the woman beside him.

"It's gotten worse lately, she's at the age to take a mate." The Pro Hero answers apologetically.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Uhm! Speaking of people's ages-" The freckled boy beside you starts, before getting a paw to the face.

"Choose your next words carefully boy..."

"I've just been wondering since we got here earlier. Whose child is that?" Midoriya mumbles from under the triggered woman's claws, pointing in the direction of a small dispirited boy in a red hat.

The question startled Mandalay as if she had forgotten the child was even behind her, "Oh! This little guy is my cousin's son, he lives with us now." She gestures to the immobile boy, "Don't be shy, Kota. Say hi to everyone. You're gonna be around them for the next week." She gently encourages.

Midoriya, gaining confidence, strides up to the young boy and smiles gently. "Hey there, my name is Midoriya. I'm from the UA High School hero course." He bends forward and offers a hand to shake. "It's nice to meet you!"

The boy stares at his outstretched hand, before quietly reeling his right arm back and thrusting his clenched fist into Midoriya's crotch. The action causes the boy's knees to buckle and a wail of pain to slip from his lips.

Iida, utterly appalled at the assault, moves to catch Midoriya before he can fully tip forward. "What a low blow! You fiend of a child! A punch to the scrotum is unforgivable!"

Kota halts his leave and slowly pivots his neck to glare directly into the class representatives eyes. "The last thing I wanna do is hang with some wannabe heroes!"

"Wannabe?! Do you know who I am? How old are you kid?!"

The interaction causes you to snort involuntarily before covering your mouth with your palms.

"Did you teach him that?" Todoroki asks, obviously referring to the same move you pulled on the same green haired boy during the practical exams.

"Puh-lease, that strike was juvenile. I have technique." You reply, to which the boy cracks a smile.

"You've gotta admit, that brat's got spunk." Bakugo comments, promptly ignoring your previous topic.

"He's like a mini version of you." Todoroki states.

You hum in consideration, "But cuter."

Unsurprisingly, your comments enrage the blonde. "What are you talking about?! You need to shut your mouths before I blast you both all the way to hell!" He threatens inching closer to your faces.

"Yeah, sure." Todoroki deadpans.

"...Definitely cuter." You grimace.

"Enough playing around." Your teacher directs. "Get your stuff off of the bus. Once your bags are in your rooms, we'll have dinner in the cafeteria. After that you can bathe and sleep. Tomorrow your training starts in earnest, you better get a move on." He ends, pointing a thumb in the direction of the building.

"Thank you for the food!"

Your eyes glimmered like stardust at the amount of dishes before you. Never in your life had you been allowed to feast in such a way, and from what you could gather, you were to plate the delicious meal yourself!

Slowly, almost hesitantly, you place your chopsticks into your hand, picking up a slice of the pork cutlet sitting in front of you and placing it onto your tongue.

Immediately, the combined flavors erupt in your mouth with each chew, and a squeal escapes you. In a matter of seconds, your mouth was filled to the brim with everything edible within your sight.

"Aeron, you're drooling." Jirou informs you.

"I really don't give a shit, right now." Comes your half-audible reply. "I'm gonna sleep so good after this." The food is so good, you're almost brought to tears.

"Speaking of, Sero said the guys room is huge!" Mina exclaims.

"Can't be that much bigger than ours right?" You ask, feeling the warmth of your miso soup trickle down your throat.

"I wonder if I can sue for sexism..." Uraraka mutters.

"...let's not."

Mandalay enters the cafeteria, hands donned in a pair of baby pink oven mittens with minuscule kitten paws littered on them. A brown cardboard box laid upon her palms. "Alright, we've got dessert. I know it's early in the meal, but considering how spent you guys are on your very first day, we've decided to cut you guys some slack." She announces.

She then places the container onto the table, coincidentally directly in front of you.

Her first mistake.

"Aeron, you're drooling again." Apparently, it was not just your imagination, as Jirou once again informs you.

As she lifts the top off of the box, it's as if the gates of heaven themselves have opened just for you with how intense the dessert shines in your eyes. A ten inch vanilla cake frosted with fluffy white whipped cream. Vibrant rosy strawberries embezzled the rim and you swore you could feel your saliva pooling at your ankles as you ogled the sweet dish before you.

"That's...cake." You whispered.

"Uhm, yeah?" Ashido giggles at your reaction. "You're acting like you've never eaten cake before."

"And strawberries?" You ask, head tilting slightly as you inspect every detail your eye can catch. Grabbing the silver knife that was placed on the plate, your arm slowly inches towards your desired baked good. "I need it. Now."

"Ronnie, you're scaring me." Ashido trembles next to you, peering warily at your predatory gaze.

Carefully crafting yourself a slice, you place a piece onto your plate.

The supple skin of the ruby colored berries whispered your name in a siren like melody. Calling upon you to taste whatever it had to offer. Giving into temptation, the pads of your fingers lift the fruit towards your mouth and with your eyes shut, your teeth pierce it's delicacy.

Saccharine but tangy juices envelope your taste glands, creating a harmony you've never felt before.

"Oh wow, she has literal hearts in her eyes."

Squealing once again in bliss, you vigorously shovel the rest of the dessert into your mouth. You're about to pull your cellphone out to inform the person dearest to you about the stash of gold you have just stumbled upon, before you feel your energy deplete rapidly. "...Uh oh." You whimper and face plant directly onto the dish before you.

Splat!

"..."

"..."

"..."

Every student in the vicinity ceases their movements and noises in favor of directing their attention to your form. Nobody dares to be the first to act... well, no one except a green haired boy fearing the worst.

"Oh my gosh?! SHE'S DEAD!"

Unsurprisingly, his exclamation creates a ripple effect of chaos and panic within his peers.

Making his entrance, your teacher makes his way towards your seat, arms out in an effort to quell the madness. "Calm yourselves." He says in his usual monotone voice.

Upon reaching your table, he gently places his palms on either side of your head and lifts it, revealing your soft face coated in fluffy cream. "Pass me a napkin, please." He asks the pink girl beside him, to which she hastily complies. His fingers tenderly cleanse your silk like skin which he begins to inspect. "She's just sleeping." He reassures.

Sighs of relief float throughout the room at his confirmation. The girl beside you takes the chance to gaze at your sleeping form, only to gasp in astonishment.

"Her sun mark... it's a moon now." She mentions.

"And it's glowing, like when she activates her quirk." Uraraka adds.

Aizawa himself examines the dainty crescent shape painted between your brows. "The sun has gone down, so she can't count on it recharging her, should she have the need. Fortunately, the moon is a great substitute. It also glows when she sleeps, since that is another method in which she can regain her energy." He explains.

"Come to think of it, I do recall it doing the same when she slept after our practical exam." Yaoyorozu adds.

"So that's why she kept saying that she needed a nap!" Kaminari realizes.

"Her quirk most likely forced her body to shut down for the time being since she still hasn't had the time to regain any energy. I'm guessing she didn't steal any of your stamina in the forest?" He asks and looks to the group around him for confirmation. "I thought so. It's fine, she just needs rest. Did she eat enough?" He asks the girls around you, to which they nod. "Good. Allow her to rest for the remainder of dinner. Afterwards, wake her so that she can bathe." The teacher instructs as he lightly places both of your cheeks down onto the table, your soft breathing beginning to fill the air. "Where is her uniform blazer?"

"Oh! We took them off when we unpacked earlier. They're back in our rooms." Uraraka explains.

"Great," He replies sarcastically, "Does anyone have their blazer that is currently not in use?"

Not giving anyone else a chance, someone immediately answers. "She can have mine, sir!" Midoriya offers at the other end of the table. "It's the least I could do, considering the amount of blood she lost because of me. And I fell on her. And I immediately assumed she was dead. And-"

"Okay, thank you, Midoriya." Aizawa cuts the boy off before he could begin another rant. Taking the offering, your teacher drapes the coat over your back, effectively keeping you snug for your nap. "Alright, continue, and don't bother her. If I see any of you pulling out another washable marker, you can kiss the hot springs goodbye, rugrats."

Only once she assures that he is out of sight, Ashido slips her phone out of her skirt pocket. "He didn't say anything about taking selfies with her." She explains with a mischievous giggle.

"Oh! Try the cat filter!" Uraraka exclaims.

"Take some on mine too, yeah?" Jirou asks as she passes her own electronic to her friend. Many other students following her lead.

You are so fucked when it comes to blackmail material.

Steam billows in pools around your naked forms, muscles relaxing and minds quieting down.

It has been a while since you felt so serene, allowing your brain to cleanse itself of any restlessness thoughts. With your hair neatly tied away from your face, you were free of any obstruction that prevented you from voicing thoughts you normally wouldn't voice aloud.

That explains the questionable topic of conversation.

"I usually apply my socks and then one shoe at a time while tying them as I slip them on." Yaoyorozu explains.

"What?" You mutter, your eyes remaining shut in relaxation. "That sounds complicated. I feel like putting on both socks first, and then both shoes, and then tying them afterwards is easier."

"But, that just sounds wrong." Tsuyu adds. "Why stop your application during each step? I'd usually go for putting on my sock, shoe, and then tying my laces before I start on the next foot."

"You see, this is why I prefer to wear sandals." Uraraka sighs.

"Objection, sandals are so not in season!" Hagakure counters.

"Uhm, objection, it's summer. That's prime sandal season." The brunette replies.

"Okay, but I'm talking about the sandals you wear. The really strappy ones." Hagakure describes, "They make my feet sweat just looking at them." She grimaces.

"When else would I wear them?"

"Those are for when you want to show off your pedicure indoors! You know, in the A/C."

"I think I make them work." Uraraka tilts her nose up in poise.

"You do!" Hagakure agrees, "But we can hear you from a mile away with the rubber sliding against your sweaty feet!" She finishes, causing your group to laugh at the thought.

"Let's talk about something other than feet." Yaoyorozu suggests, "How about we play a game?"

"Ooh!" Ashido chimes in excitement, "How about Kiss, Mary, Kill."

"How do you play?" You ask.

"You've never played before?" Jirou tilts her head in question, to which you shake yours in response.

"Basically, we give you three names of three random people. You choose which you would rather kiss, marry, or kill. Of course, not literally. Just for shits and giggles."

This game sounds unlike any you have ever heard before, which is honestly surprising, considering it seems like a game Keigo would have surely mentioned if he had even heard about it in passing.

"Ah! I'll go first." Hagakure volunteers, "Mineta, Sero, and... hm. Midoriya?"

"I thought we were gonna go with anime characters..." Jirou mumbles dejectedly.

"Those are my only choices?" You ask.

"Yup!" Ashido answers.

"I chose the last one specifically for you, Aeron!"

You sputter, "What? Midoriya? Why?"

You hear the invisible girl giggle, "Because after how much he roughed you up today, I'm dying to know your opinion on your new classmate."

"Okay..." You drawl dubiously, "Well, I'd probably kill Mineta... not literally, of course. Because killing is like, illegal. And I would never do that." You make sure to establish that lie. "And then I'd probably marry Sero."

"What?!" The girls shriek in unison.

"Why did you 'what?!' that? This isn't literal." You repeat their earlier explanations.

"We just want to know why. Sorry, any answer from you would have garnered the same reaction." Yaoyorozu explains.

You hum in contemplation. "Well, I've noticed that Sero goes out of his way to halt as many of Mineta's perverted attempts to make us uncomfortable. I find that admirable."

"Oh, that makes sense." Ashido agrees.

"So, you'd kiss Deku?" Uraraka asks hesitantly.

You sigh in resignation, "Yeah, if the situation had, for some reason, called for that. I'd kill Mineta, marry Sero, and kiss Midoriya. Just cause the guy has bruised me up a bit doesn't mean I'd wish death upon him."

Ashido squeals, "Ronnie! You're so admirable!" She praises as she scoots closer to you and places her head on your shoulder.

Your face contorts in confusion, "I- don't understand..."

"Just go with it." Hagakure mutters in your direction.

A distinct wail suddenly resounds from the other side of the wooden wall, snatching all of your attention. Looking towards the wall, you notice that atop of the very high ledge, stood Kota, the moody kid who had assaulted Midoriya's crotch earlier today.

"Before you become a hero, you should learn how to act like a decent human being." He states.

"Who did he clock?" Ashido asks, noticing that he was speaking to someone on the other side of the hot spring.

The boy's side of the hot spring.

"Mineta really is the worst, isn't he?" Asui calls out to the small boy, clearly having been through similar situations in the past since she didn't seem so surprised.

"Thanks so much Kota, babe!"

The boy instinctively turns towards the voices offering him their thanks, though he realizes in hindsight that wasn't such a great idea, considering the shock he felt at the sight. With pink cheeks and wide eyes, the boy yelps and begins to fall back towards the other side of the wall - your heart dropping at the sight.

"Gotcha!" Midoriya's voice was heard through the wooden wall.

After a brief moment of silence, you hesitantly wade towards the end of the spring, fearing the answer to your question. "Uhm, is he okay?" You call out.

"Yeah! He's fine!" Midoriya answers, "Well, kind of. I caught him before he reached the ground, but he must have passed out from the shock of... the fall. Yeah, he was shocked about the fall. I'll just take him to Mandalay, now."

"Good job, Deku!" Uraraka praises.

Yaoyorozu looks around warily, before she clutches her arms around her chest. "We should probably head on out now. We need all the rest we can get before we start early training tomorrow. Plus, I just feel uncomfortable now."

"Agreed. Given how relaxing this soak has been, I'm even more sleepy than earlier." You add.

At the rest of the girl's agreement, you all gathered your towels and belongings, heading to your designated cabin for rest.

"Before we go, here's the real Kiss, Marry, or Kill scenario." Ashido says ominously, "Satoru Gojo, Mikasa Ackerman, or Shoto Todoroki."

"Why is Todoroki amongst our choices? He's not an anime character." Jirou asks.

"Because he's Todoroki."

"...fair enough."

"I'd rather just kiss the hell out of Mikasa Ackerman." You answer, not wasting anymore time on the game and heading out.

"Heavy on that part, Aeron." Uraraka agrees and follows behind you.

Upon entering your shared cabin, you slip into your usual silk pajama set, feeling like the sleepwear was heaven sent on your freshly bathed skin. Lying your futons on the ground, all seven of you decided to lay in a rectangle, with your heads at the center. Surrendering to your body's needs, you plop onto your sheets and allow your eyelids to flutter shut. All the girls doing the same, wanting as much shut eye as Aizawa allows.

That night, a strange feeling clouds your amygdala. Still indescribable to yourself, you wonder what exactly that emotion is. It creates upheaval within a specific corner of your heart, as if someone had decided to light the candle implanted within you.

A glowing ember, which allows you better sight of something you had yet to reach. The warmth accompanying you along your journey to that destination. You knew you hadn't arrived, nor were you nearing. But you didn't mind, in fact you supposed you could enjoy the ride to whatever awaited you.

Slumber found you nearly effortlessly that night.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this batch! I hope you’re enjoying the story so far, see you in the next update!

Ps: this week’s episode was so good, everyone go say thank you to studio bones and horikoshi for gifting us with so much izuku midoriya.