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  Shouto’s heartbeat stutters as he shakes, so torn between running and staying, because, well, Izuku’s right. he’s not okay and he can’t even keep pretending to be because Izuku knows he’s not. before anything can even attempt to run across his mind, Izuku tugs his mask down and moves forward. the small movement makes Shouto flinch in anticipation of a hit he logically knows won’t come. 

  I am your friend.

      (  how can he still consider you that? horrible, selfish child.  )

  part of Shouto wants to argue that he is just as capable as Izuku, just as able to handle a jailbreaker, but his lukewarm core temperature betrays him. even if he could attempt to use his quirk in a fighting capacity, he is too exhausted and malnourished; the little energy he can muster with his quirk is keeping him at an alright temperature, so he can’t even guarantee he’d be able to cool or heat himself after a fight.

  anxiety rattles around in his chest but he nods, hands gripping around the two items Izuku bestows upon him. he lets out a shuddered breath and turns on heel, obeying Izuku’s instructions as best he can. nowhere is safe, no, but he allows his feet to take him until he can’t quite feel the tremble of the earthquakes. close, but not close enough to interfere.

  slumping against a wall, he lets himself slide to the ground and relax for a moment before inspecting the boxes Izuku had handed him — a first aid kit, which he surely knows Izuku won’t mind him dipping into, and a bento full of food even he can tell is warm. unsurety peaks in his brain, so he crosses his legs and settles the bento on his left and first aid kit on his right. the bento will stay warm from raising his temperature however much he can until Izuku can come to eat, and in the meantime he rifles through the first aid kit to patch up his rougher wounds.

"You are not fine." It was a fact, that Izuku was unfortunately forced to state out loud. Neither of them was fine, because they were teenagers who belonged in school, but instead were out in the ruined civilization, caught in a war.

At least with Izuku, it was a personal choice.

"Todoroki-kun, I-" A subtle jab at the back of his head swiftly shut down his train of thought. Izuku whipped around, eyes narrowing as he tugged the mask back over his face.

"It's a jailbreaker. You should get somewhere safe," Izuku said, as the ground began shaking underneath them. It was not a regular earthquake, and their time was limited. "I'll come to find you after, Todoroki-kun, and I promise I won't call anyone." He still had so many questions, but all of them could wait. Izuku pulled off his backpack and shoved both his first aid kit and still-warm bento into Shouto's hands. He had received homemade lunch from All Might a while ago, and Shouto looked like he could use it more. "Please don't hide from me. I am your friend."

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  somehow, Shouto’s kicking himself for — well, being so obvious that someone he can barely remember the name of can recognize him the moment he steps into a cafe. he figures it’s the hair, obviously, but he can’t deny that there’s little that can cover up as much facial scarring as he has without looking terribly suspicious. though his scarf helped, well, that scar over his eye was pretty recognizable.

  ❝  I...  ❞  the confusion is clear on his face; he’d spent so long thinking that if he got caught, that was it, game over. yet here is Jirou, of which he’s somewhat positive is her name, offering to just chat with him, no parade or call to the police. it’s nice.

  ❝  I suppose I have time.  ❞  because how long had it been since he’d held a conversation with another person? too long, enough that he knows he is terribly, terribly lonely. some sort of deep melancholy weighs him down as he’s forced to address the earlier mention of one of their friends.  ❝  does...she have a favorite you can recommend?  ❞

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An observant gaze lingered over his appearance, a brow raised in thought. If he had been trying to stay lowkey he had been doing a great job of it. Had it not been for the strands of hair poking out of his beanie suspicions over his identity wouldn’t of arised. Her earjack retracted back as hands found their spot in her jacket’s pockets. Despite being dead he looked good, not that she’d say that outloud. A hum to begin her response, bringing her back to the cafe. 

❝ This is a new spot for me so I can’t say i’ve tried much. But Yaomomo told me their herbal tea blends are stellar. ❞ An earjack pointed at the herbal side of the menu board. Who knew a day out & away from school would turn out so odd. 

❝ If you were wondering, no. Nobody else is here with me. And I don’t have a big mouth about things that aren’t my business, so, we’re cool. If you’re not rushing off though did you want to chat? ❞

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Me playing a drawing game with friends and i had to draw dabi and LISTEN LMAO I CAN'T BREATHE WHAT NIGHTMARE FUEL DID I MAKE

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D.M. Aderibigbe. from “Letter from My Father, Odysseus“

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“It’s always me, running away. Sometimes, to save myself from something. Most of the time, to save something from me.”

— A. Martin (via quotemadness)

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a new concept: idiot academia

where u have book smarts but have absolutely no common sense

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what if...regressed threads?

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  Izuku is...so much softer. so soft that he almost dares Shouto to relax, to let his guard down. Izuku had been his first friend, the first person to break through the ice that encased his heart and actually want to know him. feeling scared of him felt wrong.

  ❝  stay back.  ❞  Shouto finds his voice fairly quickly, even though it hurts to know Izuku’s crying because of him. he’d done that? no, he couldn’t have — wouldn’t Izuku understand why he was gone? surely, surely he would understand why he had to stay away. 

  his eyes dart down to look at Izuku, keeping careful track of his hands. if he saw any movement towards his pocket like earlier, he knew to run.

  ❝  I’m fine, ❞  he hisses, a sound that he could’ve never thought he’d use at his friend. so many questions and his head’s spinning too much to answer them all. past the tattered clothes, he just looks tired. sure, there’s piercings in his bottom lip and in his ear now, and the white half of his hair is shorter, but nothing can cover up just how broken he truly looks. an anxious laugh bubbles in his throat.  ❝   not safe. when have I ever been safe? he’s going to find me, you — you were going to call him. you’re not safe.  ❞

Look at them. Both were in tattered clothes...Both had exhausted eyes. This didn't feel like their rightful reunion, but then again, look at the world too.

This ruined city, these crumpled buildings. People's broken faith and utter lack of trust.

"Okay, okay!" Izuku raised his hands into the air, palms turned to face his former classmate to show that he meant no harm. His anger had initially burned bright, but its flames were rapidly cooled by the anxiousness in Shouto's voice, and seeing how the other scrambled on the ground, scooting back as if he had perceived Izuku as an actual threat.

He won't lie, it hurt, because he would never want to be anything but a good friend to Shouto.

"I won't call anyone, let's just talk. You and me, okay, Todoroki-kun?" He found his gentle voice, trying to remind the other of the student Izuku he had befriended. After all, underneath the ragged outfit, Izuku's heart never changed. "Where have you been? Are there bad people looking for you?" At this point, he had come up with a whole scenario of Shouto having been abducted and deeply hurt. Maybe whoever had him made him distrust his family and friends, and that was why he didn't contact them right away. Perhaps he just managed to escape too, using the chaos created by the war.

"You are safe," Izuku whispered reassuringly. "Whatever happened, it is okay now. Can I come closer, Todoroki-kun? I am sorry for grabbing you really hard earlier, I won't do it again. I was just..." He lowered his eyes, remembering all the sleepless nights. Tears began forming, and Izuku had no choice but to allow them to fall. Since the war, he had told himself to be less of a crybaby, but this was something different. "...I've been really worried about you."

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  it’s been a long time since Shouto had dared venture into the city, but supplies were running low, and damn it, he’s hungry. with most of the population having finally retreated to shelters, he’s relatively safe in being out in the open. he only needs to grab a few things from ruined stores, so he won’t be terribly long. besides, the likelihood that anyone would see him, let alone recognize and report him, is very slim.

  — although, it’s apparently not zero.

  the impact knocks the air out of his lungs, left side flaring with flameless heat, Shouto choking from where he’s bit his own cheek. the metallic tang of blood floods his senses, but he knows it’s a minor wound and he had, thankfully, not bitten his tongue piercing.

  ❝  Midoriya?  ❞  the name feels so foreign after all this time, mismatched eyes blinking up at his friend blearily as he’s held by the collar. despite Izuku’s rather vehement demands, Shouto can’t get his head on straight to do more than mumble dumbly at first.  ❝  what are you — you should be quarantined at UA’s shelter —  ❞

  his whole body jolts like he’s gotten a real time shock, ice forming underneath the fingers that hold him up, rubble biting into his skin as he tries to scramble back. obviously, he’ll never exactly be a match for Midoriya’s strength, but he keeps his ice spreading like that’ll ward off the threat to his safety. just the sheer mention of his father sends panic winding through his chest, his voice raising a damn near octave.

  ❝  no — damn it, let me go!  ❞  that’s when Shouto steels himself, forces his ice under his skin to throw up a crudely shaped barrier between them, rolling back to bring himself to his feet. Izuku is the last person Shouto actually thinks he can outrun, but he’s flighty enough to try it. vainly, he pleads,  ❝  you didn’t see me, Midoriya. got it? you didn’t see me.  ❞

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The rain had finally stopped, and the long-awaited sun peeked out from its hiding place among the grey clouds. Wherever it shined, the shadow retreated, slithering back to the far corners and leaving Izuku with a better view of the streets.

When emerald eyes first landed upon the familiar figure, they widened in shock. He blinked twice, hard, just to check if it was but a trick of his mind.

For the first time in days, fate proved to be kind.

Aided by black whip, Izuku swung right into the person, allowing his body to slam against the other hard enough to take them both to the ground.

The first thing he did was to give the other a frantic once over, eyes rapidly checking for bruises, wounds, and other injuries. Fury only bubbled to the surface when no obvious concerns were found, and he grabbed his former classmate by the collar.

"Where were you?" He demanded, grip tightening. "Why haven't you called? We were so worried, you have no idea-" Breathe. "We thought you got kidnapped. People were searching everywhere for you. Your family was waiting for some sort of ransom demand and when none came, they...we..." All thought you were dead. Getting tortured somewhere. Turned into a nomu.

Nobody ever said it, but the possibilities kept many up at night. "I am calling your dad." Izuku clenched his jaw and forced himself to remain calm, scrambling in his pocket for his phone.

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Don’t you ever feel that - that you just need to get away? From everything? That it’s all too much?

Tana French, In The Woods (via wordsnquotes)

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“It’s Been a Long Time” Sentence Starters

Muse A and Muse B haven’t seen each other in years.  Put one of these sentences in my ask to have your muse react to seeing my muse again after such a long time.

“It’s been awhile.”

“I can explain.”

“You’re supposed to be dead.”

“How did you get here?”

“Please don’t leave me again.”

“I need you to tell me the truth about where you’ve been.”

“I never thought I’d see you again.”

“I’m so glad I’ve finally found you!”

“Whatever rock you crawled out from under, you should crawl back.  Now!”

“Well, look what the cat dragged in!”

“I never thought I’d be so happy to see you.”

“Do you remember me at all?”

“Why didn’t you let me know you were okay?”

“Well, fancy seeing you again!”

“I never stopped looking for you.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I know you said you never wanted to see me again, but - ”

“Please don’t pretend like you don’t know me!’

“How dare you show your face around here!”

“What are you doing in a place like this?”

“You haven’t changed one bit.”

“Why did you just walk away like that?”

“Did you even stop to think about what your disappearance would do to me?”

“I know, I know - I’m supposed to be dead.”

“It’s a long story.”

“I-I’m sorry I left without saying anything.”

“I’m sorry I never contacted you.”

“Do - I know you?”

“Please don’t ask where I’ve been.”

“Miss me?”

“Please don’t let this be a dream.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Did you ever even try to look for me?”

“You said you’d never come back here!”

“Thank god I finally found you!”

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really wanna use my boy so might reblog some memes. Shouto’s timeline really isn’t gonna change much as he’ll still run away at the same point and any changes to the war itself can be run on a case-by-case basis. run away boy!

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probably gonna need to refine and update Shouto’s main verse to interact well with whatever the fuck is happening in canon but anyway we still love one ( 1 ) runaway baby and I desperately wanna write him again.

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i got in I GOT IN I GOT IN!!!

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wait SHOTO HAS PIERCINGS!!!!!! WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAt dowNNNNN!!!

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