#seph vc oh god i embarrassed him. this is what happens when i SPEAK

[huntershowl-moving]

FIGHTING GAMES WEREN'T ONE OF seph's number-one choices until she joined UA. growing up in the unseen, she wasn't only taught classical styles of fighting — boxing, krav maga, taekwondo, muay thai — though they were certainly drilled relentlessly into the bones of the cohort she was shunted into as a child. they were necessary for support, but the real shit was learning how to fight dirty. how to win. there is an honor code in combat sports that doesn't exist in a street fight. you don't wait for the match to start, you don't avoid the spots that hurt. it's messy. it's ugly.

even so, when kaminari first dogged her into playing against him, she was surprised at how easily this new set of rules came to her. it didn't take long for seph to crush nearly all of her classmates on her main character picks and half of them on new ones. outside of the occasional sparring partner bond, it's the first thing that's really brought her out of her shell around the rest of 1-A — if only because it lets her forget, just for a stolen moment, that she does not belong here.

but she always reminds herself to be grateful. she does her best to be a good sport. so when midoriya loses miserably to her in their weekend class tournament, seph doesn't let him fall from her mind as she battles kaminari — their toughest opponent since the beginning.

maybe it's the distraction that causes her to lose, or maybe kaminari's been practicing his counters. in any case, she's grateful for an out. they even skip tormenting bakugou by holding the controller out of reach before he can grab it, though they're sorely tempted. instead. they circle behind the couch and lean over its back, right beside midoriya's scrunched-up form. their hair's short today, the voidsmoke wisping off its ends and floating around her face as she tips her head to the side. ❝ ... you okay? sorry i got — kinda carried away. ❞

@huntershowl asked: ❛  i have contained my rage for as long as possible,  but i shall unleash my fury upon you like the crashing of a thousand waves  !!  begone,  vile man  !!  begone from me  !!  ❜ (student era sillies!!! weeps)

【 ★ 】 — send me memes ! ;

eyes widen as he turns to look at her, lips parted in surprise. she had been so quiet up until now, he almost fell out of his seat on the couch beside her. the others cheer around them, feeding off of persephone's energy. she was ethereal, brows furrowed in concentration, nose crinkled cutely as she smashed buttons like a madwoman.

"wow, midoriya, i can't believe you lost !" it's kaminari's voice that brings him back to what's happening and his gaze snaps back to the television where his character now lies dead on screen.

"ah. . ." he'd gotten so distracted by her that he'd forgotten they were playing a game. he feels his cheeks warm with blush and he awkwardly clears his throat, shoving the controller into the next person's hands. "aha, guess i need to practice more. that-- ahem -- that was a good game, aisa."

he sinks into the couch, trying to make himself invisible as he casts a sidelong glance her way. his heart rattles his ribcage and he's afraid someone will hear it. his gaze flickers over to jirou, but she's too busy cheering persephone on to kick kaminari's butt. he exhales, a hand to his chest. that. . . was a close one.