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THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY AN ARCHIVE! you can find me over at @hearthum.

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OH, BY THE WAY --- don’t be discouraged from continuing any ask memes that i posted last night, because i want a bunch of stuff to write when i get on the new blog so that new followers will see ic content, you know? just make sure to ping me either in IM or on discord to let me know you’re continuing it! that way i’ll know to check your blog when i’m done moving and draft it over there.

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GOOD MORNING! well  --  it’s 6pm, but you guys probably saw on the reply-absolute-fucking-murder-spree i went on last night, so i feel like thats self-explanatory.  

i have five kiss memes left to answer, three for @nenshotoketsu​, one for @headtrick​, and one for @chargebeat​.

the rest of the ask memes that i had drafted are answered, and my ask is going to remain closed until i archive this blog and move to the new one; which, right now, i’m also setting up between replies! i’ll have that blog up tonight, but this isn’t an official archive announcement yet.  just remember, i’m moving super soon for the sake of my own organization.

thread wise, any new starters for me or new replies will be answered on the new blog!  keep an eye out for the blog drop. 

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you guys,,, i’ve written so fucking much tonight?? all i have left is five drafts and they’re all kissing memes and i’m such a roll... granted im not doing anything else until i can move jirou but that might be possible for even like, tomorrow/later today ! 

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💜

send 💜 for a quick kiss.  @implosiveexplosive

google search: how normal is it for two friends(?) to kiss in the form of... competition?  

no? not searchable? well, you try explaining this shit. 

not for the first time, jirou loses at what has now become their daily competition of who can take up more space on this bench that they sit on together to throw rocks into the lake ( make no mistake, that’s always a whole thing, too ), a test of manspread power and nothing more. figures he’d have her beat on that -- his one leg is thicker with muscle than both of hers combined. she tells him that too, exaggeration or not, because it’s important that this win doesn’t go to his head.

actually, it’s not. that, and the flippant excuse is too lightly said to mean anything real; if she were actually arguing with him, they’d both know. her head turns because she has the instinct to say something else to him, probably something mean, you know, really get ‘em, but whatever she had in mind goes right out the back door when she turns her head to find him already looking at her. 

in the middle of what is definitely a staring contest, she feels her cheeks redden involuntarily; feels her brow furrow, too, and in a rush to put a stop to a third competition that she’s definitely going to lose, jirou pulls down on his shirt collar just enough so that their height difference didn’t impede the kiss she plants on him. take that. 

despite what brought it on, she doesn’t use harsh force in it -- she just kisses him, plain and simple. it ends before long, and she pulls back, head dipping immediately. yeah, it was supposed to be a distraction, buuut... it didn’t totally suck. not on her end. 

even so. there’s face to save. 

❝   ... if you say that you win, dude,  i’m going to unkiss you.   ❞

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😘

IT’S INTERNATIONAL KISSING DAY! SEND 😘 TO KISS MY MUSE.  @creatied

jirou,  at  first,  doesn’t  realize  that  it’s  the  day  that  it  is  --  doesn’t  realize  that  it  wasn’t  unprompted,  nor  a  sudden  confession  that  things  have  changed,  or  anything  of  the  sort;  until  momo  tacks  on  a  happy  kissing  day  at  the  end,  she  thinks  it  may  be  a  sign.  the  disappointment  she  feels  at  this  realization  is...  it’s  there,  but  more  than  that,  she  can’t  believe  how  quickly  the  kiss  ended.

it  replays  in  her  mind  as  she  stands  there,  awestruck.  specifically,  she  remembers  momo’s  hands  on  either  side  of  her  face  and  the  soft,  delicate  feeling  (  they’re  always  so  soft.  )  of  her  lips  against  hers,  the  hint  of  lip  gloss  that  lingers  on  her  own  now. 

she  doesn’t  know  what  to  do.  

maybe  it  isn’t  a  lost  cause.  momo  knows  the  situation,  and  it’s  not  like  she  would  lead  her  on...  but  would  it  be  bad  to  push  boundaries?  that  hope  seems  like  a  dangerous  one  to  hang  on  to,  and  she  forces  it  below  the  surface;  you  know,  where  the  rest  of  those  feelings  are  being  kept.  she  needs  more  time.  jirou  breaks  through  her  shock  long  enough  to  shoot  her  a  bright  smile,  cheeks  burning  red  with  nerves  and  eyes  squeezed  shut.   

just  take  it  for  what  it  is.

❝      happy...  yeah,  happy  kissing  day!  you’re  so  sweet.  i,  uh...  really  like  the  lip  gloss  you’re  wearing  ---!   thank  you.    ❞

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creatied.

      HER  HEART  DROPS  into  her  stomach  the  moment  the  words  are  uttered .  she  feels  a  warm  tingly  sensation  engulf  her  body  as  she  tries  to  comprehend  the  words  spoken  to  her  by  the  other .

     HAD  SHE  BEEN  BLIND  to  not  see  this  before .  the  soft  glances  the  gentle  touches  —  the  kisses  even .  there  had  been  numerous  but  they  had  never  meant  anything  they  platonic  kisses  at  best .  unless  they  had  meant  something  to  kyouka .

     BUT  THERE  IN  LIES  THE  QUESTION ,  has  she  been  played  for  a  fool ?  is  she  in  fact  not  as  bright  as  she  thinks  she  is  &  has  had  something  so  obvious  right  in  front  of  her  nose  this  entire  time .

     ❛    KYOUKA - CHAN  …  I  —    ❜  she  trails  off ,  unable  to  finish  her  own  sentence .   for  she  doesn’t  know  what  to  do ,  where  to  go  from  here .  could  it  be  yes  momo  has  feelings  for  kyouka  as  well  but  could  she  really  enter  a  romantic  relationship …  when  that’s  all  she’s  feared  for  so  long .  

     SHE  TAKES  KYOUKA’S  HANDS  tenderly  in  her  own  as  she  struggles  to  finish  her  own  train  of  thought .  ❛    —  i  can’t .    ❜

it’s difficult to say what hurts more -- the look on her face, or the reality of the situation; but maybe it’s not fair to pick one over the other. maybe it wasn’t fair to put momo in this position at all; and as much as it hurts to be the one on the side of what most be the gentlest rejection ever, kyouka knows.  she knows momo would never purposefully hurt her, lead her on. it’s better this way, she thinks -- and she doesn’t really regret saying something. 

it’s better to have found out now. besides, maybe there’s more to it --- she doesn’t know, and it doesn’t really seem like momo does, either. maybe that’s wishful thinking, but in any case, she doesn’t hold it against her. doesn’t think she could if she tried. 

gentle hands hold onto hers, and kyouka nods in understanding, expression forming into something that can only be described as bittersweet.  her thumb rubs against the outside of momo’s hand in some attempt to diffuse what must be a bundle of nerves. she’s glad she knows now, but she isn’t glad that it’s stressful to find out.  ❝     i... yeah, i know. i mean, i kind of figured that it was a long shot.  i just... really wanted you to know. it’s okay, alright? i’ll move on if that’s what you need. no matter what, you’re my best friend. please don’t worry.   ❞  

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‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

really old meme that i lost!

jirou  doesn’t  want  to  have  him  of  all  people  be  the  one  to  fuss  over something  like  this  (  honestly,  it  was  just  a  few  cuts  from   a  little  too  intense  of  a  sparring  match  that  she  was  on  her  way  as  it  was  to  clean  up  ), but  it’s  not  like  bakugou  is  an  easy  person  to argue with.  she’s  reluctant  to  sit  back  down  in  front  of  him,  but  that’s  the  better  option  out  of  the  two  she  has;  that,  or  for  god  knows  what  reason  he  would  have  to  be  this  concerned,  truly  invoke  the  rage  of  bakugou  katsuki. 

what  a  weird  guy.   she  can’t  read  him  at  all.

not  without  a  huff  of  defeat,  jirou  settles  in  front  of  him  and  raises  an  eyebrow  inquisitively;  it’s  not  like  she  dislikes  him,  they’ve  had  some… nice,  moments  actually,  but  it’s  still  new.  she  doesn’t  know  what  to  expect  from  him.  ❝      how  bad  is  it,  doctor  explodo  kills?    ❞  she  drones,  probably  toeing  what  is  already  a  very,  very  fucking  thin  line  of  patience.  there’s  a  pause  after  though,  a  soften  in  her  stubborn  resolve.   ❝     you  really  don’t  have  to,  so…  why?    ❞

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flower being placed in jirou’s hair! 

❝     it  feels  good,  doesn’t  it?     ❞

it’s  not  often  they  catch  a  break  like  this,  sprawled  out  in  the  grass  with  the  sun  beaming  down  down  on  them  --  jirou  is  warm  all  throughout,  and  the  very  tips  of  their  pointed,  elven  ears  blush  red;  only  just  a  little.

they  almost  don’t  feel  the  flowers  that  start  being  tucked  into  their  hair,  but  they  feel  her  come  closer,  and  that  little  bit  of  blush  turns  into  a  lotta  bit.  how  can  they  not  grin  with  delight  up  at  her?  ❝     so,  master  of  the  crafts.  how  does  it  look?  cool?  cute?   what’s  the  mood?  lay  it  on  me,  don’t  hold  back.    ❞

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phasedbe:

who is this jirou with super good and cute writing that makes me jealous even though I really hold no claim to jirou —– oh it’s reid, duh.  @hearthum

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“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

really old meme that i lost!  @rdriots​

❝     ...  okay,  i  won't.   ❞  she  tells  them  this  sternly,  sincerely.  whether  or not  jirou  agrees for  their  sake  or  her  own  is  unclear,  and  perhaps  it's  a bit  of  both  --  her  insecurities aren't  overwhelming  on  a  normal  day,  and this  was  one,  for  the  most  part.  sometimes, training  is  harder  than  other times;  this  time,  she'd  spent  the  majority  of  it  fucking  up, and  that's enough  to  get  anyone  down.  

for  such  a  silly  person,  kirishima  seemed  to  catch  on  to  her  moods better than  others;  it means  more  than  she  can  say,  and  hopefully, they'll understand  the  gesture  she  does give  --  a  squeeze  of  their  shoulder  in passing  them,  quick  but  tight.  ❝   i  just  need  to  pull  it  together.  don't  sweat  it.    ❞  her  words  are  blunt,  but  she  doesn't  mean  for  them to  sound  critical;  if  it  does,  it's  directed  at  herself  more  than  anything  else.

that  was  exactly  the  problem,  though,  and  she  knows  that.  appreciates what  they  say  to her,  even  so.  she’ll  try  to  remember  it.  easier  said  than  done,  buddy. 

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“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

really old meme that i lost!  @errased

she  doesn’t  expect  him  to  notice.   wishes  he  didn’t,  actually.  

this  isn’t  a  slight  on  him  as  a  teacher  --  it’s  just  facts.  there’s  twenty  of  them,  one  of  him,  and  the  weight  of  the  world  on  his  shoulders  with  all  the  shit  that  they’ve  gone  through  as  a  class  together.  when  you’re  as  quiet  as  jirou  as,  as  far  in  the  background,  it’s  only  natural  to  keep  what’s  going  on  beneath  the  surface,  hidden.  the  way  she  sees  it,  there’s  no  point  burdening  anyone  with  her  baggage  when  there’s  so  many  other  things  to  be  worried  about.  so,  of  course,  she’s  shocked  when  he  approaches  her  after  she’d  stepped  out  during  a  fit  of  upset. 

shit.  i  thought  i’d  hid  it  better. 

cautiously,  she  lifts  her  head  from  where  it  hangs  and  looks  up  at  him  from  the  bench.  the  second  he’d  come  close  enough,  she  stopped  dead  mid  cry,  and  she  can  only  figure  that  it’s  what  he  means.  she  doesn’t  start  again,  but  the  look  in  her  eyes  says  that  she  could  any  second  now. 

for  the  sake  of  her  own  pride,  she  doesn’t.  in  the  place  of  that,  a  couple  moments  of  silence  pass  so  that  she  may  work  past  the  lump  in  her  throat. 

❝     ...  y-yeah,  i  get  that,  sensei.  i  do.  i  wouldn’t  expect  anyone  to  hold  it  in.  it’s  just...  they’re  my  problems,  you  know?  feels  wrong  to  make  others  deal  with  that,  especially  with  just...  how  everything  is,  all  the  time.  but  we  all  live  together  now,  so...  what  ---   what  else  is  there  to  do  but...  power  through  it?     ❞

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flower being placed in jirou’s hair!

all  they’re  doing  when  they  feel  her  hand  tuck  away  a  little  something  something  in  their  hair  is  playing  with  the  grass  that  the  two  of  them  are  sat  on,  but  it  still  startles  them  just  a  little  bit;  just  not  in  a  bad  way. 

jirou’s  expression  reads  as  confused  above  all  else  as  they  process  it,  but  it’s  the  smell  of  the  dandelion  that  brings  realization,  and  it’s  the  gesture  for  what  it  was  that  prompts  their  smile. 

their  reaction,  obviously,  is  to  pick  a  flower  from  the  other  side  of  her  (  she  has  to  reach  over  her  lap  a  little  awkwardly,  but  not  too  close  for  comfort  for  either  of  them,  either  )  and  tuck  it  behind  their  friend’s  ear.   ❝     there.  much  better.  now  we  match!  you  really  rock  that  look,  you  know  that?   ❞ 

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chargebeat.

it’s  a  little  lost  on  him,   admittedly.    akin  to  most  things,   whatever  point  she’s  trying  to  convey  hear  eagles  right  over  his  pretty  little  head   ;   wasted  on  someone  who  apparently  never  got  the  highlighter  -  pink  memo  that  common  sense  is  supposed  to  be   …   well,   just  that.

        but  nevertheless,   at  least  his  intentions  are  all  in  order   —   sharply  tuned  in  to  a  gut  feeling  that  pulls  his  attention  away  from  the  guitar  in  lap,   petal  lips  pursed  to  that  characteristic  pout  in  his  confusion.    ❛    …   what,   like,   you  wanna  be  more  girly  or  whatever?    ❜    odd.    but  never  too  late  for  anything,   really.    ❛    ‘cuz  i  mean,   if  you’re  looking  for  some  sort  of  extreme  teen  makeover  -  type  deal  here,   i  don’t  really  think  i’m  the  one  to  see  about  it.   ❜

aaaaaaaand  cue  a  little  guitar  strum  in  accordance  to  the  flirtatious  waggle  of  his  blond  brows,   completely  incapable  of  ever  seducing  anybody  in  their  unimpressive  length   (   or  lack  thereof   ).    ❛   beautiful  as  i  may  be.   ❜

if  there's  one  thing  she's  especially  grateful  for  when  it  came  to  the denkster  over  here,  it's  that  shit  --  he  might  not  have  picked  up  what  she  was  putting  down  (  not  a  new  thing,  but  in  his  defense,  even  she doesn't  immediately  know  where  she's  going  with  it  )  but  he  makes  her laugh,  loud.  she  looks  skeptical  of  his  original  question,  but  --  come  on, the  eyebrow  waggle?  it's  the  nice  kind  of  laugh,  the kind  that  you  feel  in your  belly.     ❝     goddd,  can  you  shut  up?   i'm  trying  to  be  serious  here!     ❞

i'm  trying  to  be  serious  is  kind  of  a  hard  point  to  sell  when  you're  in  a  fit  of  giggles,  ain't  it?

jirou  rolls  her  eyes  and  she  smirks,  kicking  back  into  her  seat  and  leaning  so  far  back  that  the  chair  almost  tips  backwards;  not  quite,  but enough  that  she's  startled  into  an  upright  position,  eyes  wide.  that  makes her  laugh,  too.    ❝     whoooopa.  close  call.     ❞

idle  hands  start  toying  with  some  ball  on  her  desk  and  she  starts spinning  the  chair  (  we  don't  learn  lessons  in  this  room,  especially  not  about  what  can  and  cannot  be  done  in  furniture  as  fun  as  this  ),  ball tossing from  hand  to  hand  absentmindedly  and  stopping  only  after  maybe the  sixth  rotation.  

her  expression  has  returned  to  something  more  thoughtful again;  but,  not upset,  exactly.  she  blows  out  hot  air  and  gazes  up  at  the  ceiling  again,  and  then  at  the  words  deep  dope  on  the  wall.  these  sights  don’t  make  wording  it  any  easier,  and  as  tempting  to  drop  the  whole  thing  as  it  is,  she  doesn’t  really  want  to.  maybe  he’ll  get  it...  if  not,  no  harm  done.

 ❝     it  isn't  that  though,  i  don't  think.  like,  i don't  think  i  want  to  be  more  girly.  kind  of  the  opposite,  actually...      ❞  she  pauses.   ❝      i  like  how  i  am.  my  parents  were  pretty  cool  about  letting  me  be  myself,  but  i  was  homeschooled  until  this  year,  you  know?  actually,  you  might  not  have  known.  i  dunno  if  we  talked  about  that.  probably  not.  anyways,  i  didn’t  really  notice  stuff  about  what,  like...  girls  were  supposed  to  be  like,  i  guess.  sometimes,  though,  i  feel  like...  girl  doesn’t  really  encompass  me.  not  wholly.  sometimes,  i  feel  like  i  don’t  have  a  lean  towards  gender  at  all.  i  heard  of  someone  using  they  pronouns  for  just  them,  instead  of  he  or  she.     ❞ 

jirou  hears  herself  speak,  and  honestly,  it  shocks  her  to  play  back  her  own  words  --  she’s  never  really  spoken  that  long  before,  or  about  something  like...  well,  this.  there  was  the  time  with  another  student,  who  she’s  referring  to,  but  she  didn’t  draw  any  conclusions  that  day.  the  better  she’s  felt  about  herself,  the  more  comfortable  she’s  been  with  these  thoughts. 

why  she’s  brought  them  to  kaminari  is  beyond  her.  maybe  it’s  a  trust  thing.  she  does  feel  closer  to  him  now  than  ever  before.  and,  it’s  not  like  he  hasn’t  been  important  to  her.  not  like  they  haven’t  shared  things  (  for  instance,  kisses,  affection  that  wasn’t  really  pin  pointed  but  meant  more  and  more  every  time  they  happened  ),  and...  yeah.  he  seems  alright  to  talk  about  this  with.  again,  no  harm  done  if  he  doesn’t  get  it. 

she  hopes  he  does,  though. 

❝     it’s  called...  being  a  demi-girl,  what  i  mean.  i’ve  been  reading  up  on  it.  it’s  okay  if  you  don’t  get  it.  i’ve  been  kind  of  ignoring  the  feelings  anyway.  it  just  sounds...  cool,  i  think.  sometimes  being  called  they.  i  don’t  hate  she,  though.  does  that  make  sense?   ❞  jirou’s  almost  afraid  when  she  lifts  her  gaze,  when  they  lift  their  gaze,  but  their  trust  in  him  triumphs  over  that  fear  any  day.   ❝     sorry  to  just  unload  on  you  like  this,  man...  you  don’t  have  to  say  anything.    ❞

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ukubi,

❝  ——- ?!?!  ❞     Voice reverberating through her ears, thumbs securely hooked under the nylon straps of her bag, the soles of her shoes graze the ground as she rotates around — gaze gravitating to the source of the sound. Ah !  Jirou !!  Corners of her lips raise skyward, elated, as she patiently waits for the other to breathe easy.     ❝  Huh ?  Me ?  No way !  ❞     Hands waved wildly / flustered in front of her as if she was trying to swipe away the compliment imaginarily written in the space between them — before she managed to compose herself ( well kinda…!  Not much she could do about her faintly flushed cheeks ! ) to continue.     ❝  ——- But thanks !  You were totally awesome too, Jirou-chan !  Super cool like always !!  ❞     She highlighted her praise with a clenched hand excitedly shooting up / a rocket !     ❝  And yeah !!  Sure !  I’d love to !  Sounds really fun !!  Where do you wanna go ?!  ❞

it’s charming how modest she is, really. jirou doesn’t stop beaming at her for so much as a second ( even as she less than gracefully stands up fully, breath finally caught; her hair sticks up a little in one part, disheveled from the wind of running, and a bit from training ) and her enthusiasm only has room to grow when handed a compliment of her own. it’s funny, she finds herself wanting to dismiss it on instinct; sure, she’s cool and way too cool not to know and totally own it, but... still!   

❝     huh? me, cool? no waaaay!     ❞  she teases, but if the grin on her face isn’t telling of the playful nature, then the little blep of the tongue that she sticks out is.   ❝     glad to hear it, though! i’ll, admit... i didn’t really plan that part, but there’s a super good and super cheap ramen shop nearby. wanna hit that? i’m all ears!     ❞  as she says that last part, jirou makes a point to wiggle her ear jacks on either side of her, grin widening yet. 

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“Get behind me NOW.”

protection memes. / @quirkerased

this villain encounter wasn’t like the others.

or, maybe it was, speaking strictly in the sense that they didn’t see it coming – guess you never really do, though, huh? but this time, jirou isn’t with the school at all; they’d been off on their own, probably later than they should have been, and they’re in trouble — like, real trouble.

given the state that they’re in ( bruised, out-numbered, cornered, out of stamina — ), they have every reason to count their lucky stars that their underground hero for a teacher just happened to be out on patrol at just the right time. 

their eyes light up when they see him, both out of relief and in awe at the entrance he makes; sure, he’s always been cool, but there’s nothing quite like seeing him in action. their stance changes as he lands beside them, capture weapon at the ready and his quirk already in use at the foes who stand before them; they look rapidly between the enemy team and him, and then over their shoulder at the citizens who take the opportunity to flee. that’s a relief, at least, but… their eyes dart to him, and they force their brain into strategy mode. if they can get out another heartbeat fuzz, then maybe… it’s worth the shot.  they take care to lower their voice so that only he can hear, whispering over their shoulder, ❝     i have an ide–    ❞  

get behind me. NOW. 

following his order is mandatory, and that’s why jirou’s body moves as quickly as it does – even if it is in the form of stumbling feet that they only just barely seem to brace themselves with in the area of concrete behind him. blood scatters the ground beneath them and they see it, they see it all at once, and even if they did argue as badly as they wanted to – jirou is stunned into obedient silence, and nauseated when they follow the blood trail up to a wound in their own leg.  shit. 

all that moves is their hand reaching out to him, palm down and fingers outstretched  — let me help hangs on the end of their tongue, but it does not fall. maybe it’s for the best. even if they could bring themself to argue – which, honestly, would he listen? they don’t think so – the way that they want to, they’re frozen in place, forced to do no more than watch him in awe, in horror. 

don’t happen again. don’t happen again.

the thought doesn’t process to them as a normal one; doesn’t sound like a phrase they’re thinking, it’s scattered throughout their brain in waves of feeling, shocks of fear that send their heart into hyperdrive as they watch him, frozen in place.  they can’t move, and even if they could break out of it, they’ve been ordered not to. to stay behind him. will he be injured again? will it be because it was protecting them?

not because of this. don’t be hurt because of me!

the thought wells tears in their widened eyes, and jirou doesn’t know what to think. it isn’t like they don’t believe in him – he’s become someone they looked up to the very most, but the fact is, they’ve never seen him in action. the way it looks, the enemy isn’t an easy one ( easier for him than them, but he takes enough damage to tighten their chest as they watch ), and he’s way outnumbered. they’re only mildly comforted about the stories they heard about what he did for them at usj, for 1-A; because that’s all they heard. stories.

it’s different seeing it happen. it’s different knowing that it wouldn’t be happening if they weren’t out so late. if the entire encounter weren’t a result of their actions. sure, the villain would be a villain either way, but…

jirou didn’t witness it firsthand – what happened to aizawa at USJ, or the recent fight he’d gotten ten stitches from, or anything else he’d been involved with. with usj, they’d been in a completely different location with yaoyorozu and kaminari, but it wasn’t like his injuries were a secret; he’d been at school two days later looking like a mummy, and her heart drops into her stomach with every hit he takes – at the very same time, flashes of the possibilities appear behind their eyes; the eyes that have begun overflowing.

suddenly, an opportunity presents itself.

aizawa’s hands are full, and in a split second, jirou notices one of them coming for them now and they move before they can think it through any further. her jacks plug instinctively into her forearms and she comes slamming into the ground with force that they’ve never been able to accomplish before. due to the nature of the attack – heartbeat fuzz – they can only think, as they watch it unfold, that how hard and loud their heart beats is the reason why. 

it’s enough. that enemy goes down, and when they look back to aizawa, he’s managed to capture the rest of them. their eyes are locked on him once again, and the relief that sweeps over them is… overwhelming. so overwhelming that guilt takes them over, guilt for doubting him – for worrying. 

they can’t bear to look at him for long. 

gaze falling to the ground where they kneel, they bow their head to him. 

❝     sensei… — i’m so sorry!     ❞  their voice shakes with nearly the same force that ground had just moments before, and jirou thinks about what else there is to say, thinks about how disappointed he must be – it crushes them, and what began as simple tears develops into a full on cry; because of relief, because of guilt, you name it. it’s the most real experience they’ve ever had – worse than usj by a long shot ( at least then, they hadn’t been alone – they had momo and denki from the start ), worse than the summer trip when they’d just been knocked unconscious, and all they can do is hold their sobbing face in their hands. 

shit, man. why’d their coolest move have to be used in a situation like this, followed by such a humiliating display, and in front of a man she admired so much — ? 

just, shit. 

[hearthum-a]

😘 on the cheek!!! it's quick but wholehearted, and he gives her a bright smile!

maybe she shouldn't be quite so surprised at the gesture, especially considering she had just pulled the same on him only hours before for international kissing day  ( can you say, taste of your own medicine? ) -- but she's impressed with his confidence when he does it, and that's enough to prompt a soft smile out of her. it’s an increasingly less rare sight after the cultural festival, but one that was always a little something... special. her friends within 1-A are beginning to feel like what she’s always hoped a class would be.

her hand raises to touch where he kissed, not to rub it away, but to hold it there; the longer she grins back at him, the redder her cheeks gradually become, her ears, her nose. jirou laughs, positively beaming up at him.

❝     you're a sap, you know that, izuku?   ❞