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—Do you even know how, — Killua smirked, the idea of a sweet breakfast for a meal already making him hungry. — I’ll find a recipe online. Pretty sure we have enough ingredients, right?

His question was a little silly, considering that they stood now inside of the Zoldyck kitchen, where the cabinets were always full to the brim with any ingredient known to man, ready and waiting for whatever cravings the family had. Flour, milk, salt and egg wouldn’t be hard to find. 

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— Theory and practice are preeeetty different, big brother,  — Killua snickered. His shoulders seemed more relaxed since he walked inside the manor, so he was more open to spending time with Illumi. True to his age, Killua really was an angsty teen, assassin or not, so interactions like these were pretty rare. Still, family grudges aside, he was just a kid, and Illumi his big brother. 

With that, he started walking towards the kitchen, confident that the other would follow. It seemed like, they were the only Zoldycks around at the moment. 

— Pancakes sound good. Maybe with chocolate chips? 

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There were great frictions in the relationship between Illumi and Killua, but in Illumi’s mind, everything he did for his dear younger brother was an expression of love, of course we are talking about a toxic person who does not see the evil of the things he did after all, Illumi’s love is distorted and unhealthy.    — It sounds like a great idea! — In a strange and expressionless animation, Illumi Zoldyck clapped both hands only once. — What do you think about making the dough and I frying the pancakes?

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This… Blockhead was taunting the teacher? Even if it was his brother, he shouldn’t be taunting him! It was disrespective to authority! Wasn’t that something Japanese students were taught? To be respectful to their teachers above all? She knew, in America, that students treated the teachers how they wanted. Often times, it was mean, with their only consequence being a detention. Japan was… Bigger on respect. She’d heard from one of her dads, that if a student disrespected a teacher, they’d get suspended, or even expelled. It was so much more stricter in Japan than in America. Her body tensed when the teacher started reprimanding him. Almost immediately, she spoke up, but her words probably got drowned out. “It’s my fault, Teacher!” Her voice wavered a little bit. “I spoke to Okumura first! Please do not reprimand him!” Of course, it seemed it didn’t matter, as Yukio went on with his lecture. She calmed herself down, but Rin continued to talk to her. Meister? What? “I’m sorry, but I’m not sure what a Meister is… I’m not even sure what this class is about…” 

With a gentle “Settle down, English, don’t worry about it,” followed by a killer glare at his twin, Yukio dropped the subject and went back to the blackboard.

Rin snorted, sensing how tense this poor girl had gotten around the teacher. Guessed she really wasn’t that different from some chicks he knew-- though he guessed this was the appropriate way to behave in school. He had never really done well in school, though, where people tried to force him to respect the so called “authority”. Believe it or not, at least he behaved a bit more respectful in classes when it came to Yukio, so the contrast between middle school and now really was something.

Rin had always been the odd one out, after all.

“Meister, you know...” he let the words trail down for a sec, as if that would help. Realizing an explanation might be better, he added; “one of the five paths of an exorcist: Knight, Dragoon, Tamer, Aria, and Doctor. I’m a knight,” he gestured towards kurikara, which lay ever loyal at his side, resting against the desk. “Pretty obvious, though. We have one of each plus a couple in the class, so your addition will be pretty rad to the team, no matter what you’re going for.” 

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if you’re offline or away and i message you something (like a link to a meme or a picture or w/e) honestly just assume that i’m just leaving it there for when you get back and not expecting you to answer straight away. i don’t need you to respond with “hey, sorry, i wasn’t at the computer!” or anything. i was leaving u a gift for later.

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If she was being honest, this guy sort of freaked her out. Who talked to their classmate the day they enter? What kind of psycho does that? His friendliness was a bit unnerving.

When he started talking about his the teacher, she spared a small glance up. Blue eyes made their way from the teacher to the boy beside her. She looked back and forth a couple of times, studying them. They looked nothing alike! Rin had pointy ears, sharp teeth, and black hair. Yukio looked normal enough with his brown hair. He didn’t have many disconcerting features. Besides… If they were brothers, then how would Yukio be a teacher? He looked to be the same age as them. And, little brother? As in, younger than Rin? He looked a lot older than Rin. She couldn’t say much about personality yet.“He… Looks so young… Is he really our teacher?”

Rin snorted by the question. He had already gotten used to his brother teaching the class, but he’d had the same reaction when, at the beggining of the semester, Yukio had announced himself as the teacher. 

“I know, right? But he’s our age-- uh, mine, at least. We’re twins. Still,” a teasing grin grew on his face. “Yukio has a baby face, Yukio has a baby fa--”

“Okumura,” the teacher stopped Rin’s little chanting, eyebrow raised and looking pretty annoyed. The class had apparently already started, Rin just hadn’t noticed. “Can you behave for once in the school year and allow Miss English to pay attention to the lecture.”

“Uh-- yeah, teach.” With that, he stayed silent. At least, till Yukio looked somewhere else. Then, he leaned next to him to speak to Cherry. “Just ignore him. Say... what meister are you pursuing?”

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‘  you don’t feel strange at all? not even a little bit?  ’ ‘  oh shit, waddup! i’m taking a selfie with some demons, yooo. hell yeah, whaaa!!  ’ ‘  you’re insufferable.  ’ ‘  yeah, i’m just gonna… get some fucking holy water.  ’ ‘  i’ve lived my life with one adage and that’s don’t fuck with demons.  ’ ‘  i just love seeing you squirm!  ’ ‘  okay, tell your spooky story!  ’ ‘  i think this is all bullshit.  ’ ‘  we better get out of this house, somebody knocked our little bear out of his little wicker chair.  ’ ‘  you’re telling me you wouldn’t be unnerved by going upstairs and seeing a bunch of stuffed animals organized into a little cult circle when no one did it?  ’ ‘  what the fuck? oh shit! no!! where’s my holy water?  ’ ‘  what the fuck? oh shit! no!!  ’ ‘  where’s my holy water?  ’ ‘  it’s just a flashlight! it rolls, it’s cylindrical!  ’ ‘  here’s the thing– this is what i fucking love about like, paranormal evidence. people are always clamoring for it, right? like ‘where’s the evidence,’ and then when the evidence is finally they’re like, ‘fake!’  ’ ‘  if you slit my throat tonight, i’m gonna have a hard time forgiving you for that.  ’ ‘  will you haunt me for the rest of my life?  ’ ‘  no, i won’t haunt you cause i’ll be dead. ghosts aren’t real.  ’ ‘  that demon’s racist!  ’ ‘  fuck that demon, he’s whitewashing the history of this house.  ’ ‘  this demon’s what’s wrong with hollywood.  ’ ‘  whatever, demon’s racist. i don’t respect this demon.  ’ ‘  you’ve lost your mind!  ’ ‘  here we go! rock and roll, buckaroo.  ’ ‘  fuck this house. fuck this house so hard.  ’ ‘  here’s the thing, i discount almost 100% of all of ‘i saw it in the middle of the night’ things because sleep paralysis, often times, most people wake up and see shit.  ’ ‘  if i wake up tonight and there’s this grotesque looking thing laying next to me and just staring at me with it’s fucking stupid beady eyes open, i’m gonna shit myself. there’s gonna be poo in my sleeping bag.  ’ ‘  i’m gonna sleep closer to you, i don’t care.  ’ ‘  every little pin drop that you hear, every little creak, it’s gonna make your butthole tighten.  ’ ‘  i think it would be a sleep-full night for me if it weren’t for you.  ’ ‘  annnnnd nope, i’m man enough to admit that this is not happening tonight. i can’t. it’s not happening ever.  ’ ‘  you givin’ up?  ’ ‘  i just think it’s silly to give up at the last minute, but whatever. you know, it’s no big deal.  ’ ‘  did you just call the demon a motherfucker?  ’ ‘  i don’t give a shit now, i’m gone.  ’ ‘  peace out, bitches. go fuck yourself. you were truly awful and i hate you.  ’ ‘  this is the happiest moment of my life.  ’ ‘  i think it was just a wonderful coincidence.  ’ ‘  i’m glad it happened because i got to see you turn into a babbling mess.  ’ ‘  i’m happy to let you believe in this ‘cause i think it’s fun that you believe in it, cause if we go to more places, it’s gonna be fun to watch you freak out some more. so great.  ’ ‘  let’s just call it unsolved, how ‘bout that?  ’ ‘  but we sure had fun!  ’ ‘  he looks really happy, actually. look at that little face. he looks like he’s eatin’ grapes.  ’ ‘  that’s really interesting, let’s get the fuck out of here.  ’ ‘  i don’t wanna imagine that. can’t you just let me enjoy the moment for once?  ’ ‘  what a trip its been. we’ve seen a lot of stuff. seen spiders, we’ve seen… ghouls.  ’ ‘  this looks like disney land. i wouldn’t be surprised if they got cotton candy in there.  ’ ‘  yuk it up, man. yuk it up. you’re really enjoying this, but when the lights go off, this may be a little different.  ’ ‘  you’re full of shit if you do not feel strange right now.  ’ ‘  i assure you in like half of the places you’ve been, people have died there. people have probably died in the chipotle we just ate at.  ’ ‘  well then that’s why she didn’t live forever! cause she found a loophole!  ’ ‘  i won’t argue that your logic is flawed. i just hate it because it’s detrimental to my argument.  ’ ‘  you think the ghosts just checked in every like 3 to 5 years?  ’ ‘  this is a theory. i’m just stating a theory.  ’ ‘  no one builds a house like this because they have arthritis. no one says, ‘oh, my knuckles feel a little funny. i’m gonna build a house with 500 rooms.’  ’ ‘  i hear ya, man. i agree with ya. i’m just saying this is a theory that people believe… and i’m relaying the theory.  ’ ‘  those people are idiots.  ’ ‘  i mean, you know what the doctor says: ‘nothing’s better for arthritis than a two story drop to the floor below’ right?  ’ ‘  although, i will say, i cannot imagine communicating with spirits produces any kind of receipt.  ’ ‘  that’d be– yeah. i… i agree with your calling of bullshit.  ’ ‘  good! i’m glad we agree on something for once.  ’ ‘  i’m gonna lock myself in here with the ghosts.  ’ ‘  i knew that you were gonna do that and it still scared me. fuck you.  ’ ‘  hey, man. calm down!  ’ ‘  you almost scared me to death – i’m never gonna forgive you for that. hope you’re fucking proud of yourself.  ’ ‘  there’s a lot of things that you can’t see that are real. you can’t see gravity – that’s real.  ’ ‘  i can’t see gravity? yeah, i can drop an apple.  ’ ‘  hey, ghosts! tussle my hair. give me a little purple nurple or something, let’s have some fun!  ’ ‘  you’re the worst.  ’ ‘  if i have to spend one more moment looking at your silly face, i think i might murder you myself.  ’ ‘  we’re on our way to a nightmare.  ’ ‘  you’re on your way to a nightmare. i’m on my way to a nice retreat.  ’ ‘  this is a mistake.  ’ ‘  there’s also a thunderstorm rolling in so that’s fun.  ’ ‘  he looks fine. look at him! the kids fine and now i feel like a big weenie.  ’ ‘  you are a big weenie.  ’ ‘  this is the beginning of a horror movie right now.  ’ ‘  that’s an ominous cloud in the sky. some very atmospheric thunder.  ’ ‘  well, this seems all horrible and awful in general.  ’ ‘  look, there’s spiders everywhere, so that’s nice.  ’ ‘  see, i’m more concerned about the spiders than the ghosts.  ’ ‘  i thought i got bit in the asscheeks by a spider.  ’ ‘  anytime i get even remotely spooked, i just look to the monkey with the sunglasses.  ’ ‘  is that a bed? is that a guy? should we poke it with a stick?  ’ ‘  uhh, sure. if that’s what it’s gonna take to get us out of here then yes, i believe in all of this.  ’ ‘  this is a fucking nightmare.  ’ ‘  what the fuck was that?! holy shit balls!  ’ ‘  okay, i don’t care what his favorite was – fuck that, let’s go.  ’ ‘  toodaloo, can’t say it was pleasurable.  ’ ‘  fuck everything about that place.  ’ ‘  ‘odd’ doesn’t even begin to describe this one. it’s very strange.  ’ ‘  my interest is piqued.  ’ ‘  they’re making their kids work seven days a week? my parents would maybe be like, ‘empty the dishwasher’ on a… you know, a thursday, and i’d be like, ‘this is bullshit.’   ’ ‘  i guess i’d run away from my parents if they made me work seven days a week, especially if i was shoveling horse shit and moving dirt.  ’ ‘  i’d fake my own death.  ’ ‘  you strike me as one of those idiots who likes to put their phone down and walk into the middle of the woods and experience nature and all that bullshit.  ’ ‘  either way, leaving your house in this day and age without your phone, without your credit cards, that’s already a death sentence. you can’t do that.  ’ ‘  this is what happens when you live on a farm.  ’ ‘  what wide generalization are you gonna make about people on farms right now?  ’ ‘  i just think you gotta read some– some culture, eh, watch some two and a half men, i don’t care. just connect to popular media and know what the world is thinking, otherwise you go nuts.  ’ ‘  yeah, ‘cause nothing says sanity and civilization like a red robin resturant, right?  ’ ‘  how much trouble could a family of farmers get into?  ’ ‘  farmers and bears don’t mix. they don’t put bears on farms.  ’ ‘  i imagine this is a little bit more than they bargained for when they were trying to find that pikachu.  ’ ‘  that’s fucking terrifying.  ’ ‘  you just lock your door. you’re in a car, drive away. that’s not that scary. and then, you know, if the doors don’t work and he starts breaking a window, then guess what? time to die. and that’s a bummer.  ’ ‘  then guess what? time to die. and that’s a bummer.  ’ ‘  what point does the fear come in? about when the life is draining out of my body.  ’ ‘  oh yeah, excuse the public for wondering about your safety, sir.  ’ ‘  this does make me realize i don’t give people the middle finger enough.  ’ ‘  i guess i’ll just go fuck myself then.  ’ ‘  i’m not gonna go find my kids if i’m trying to get off the grid. off the grid, no more kids.  ’ ‘  alright, well… once again, we’ve solved nothing.  ’ ‘  do you think you could become part of a shared delusion?  ’ ‘  every time i’ve ever offered even a little bit of a delusional thought, you immediately shut it down.  ’ ‘  no one thinks they’re susceptible to shared delusions and then it happens.  ’ ‘  what if we’re in a shared delusion right now?  ’ ‘  is this all in our mind?  ’ ‘  it could be all in our mind. this could be the most elaborate delusion of all and we’re talking we’re talking about delusions which, in term, is actually a weird delusional loop.  ’

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— Theory and practice are preeeetty different, big brother,  — Killua snickered. His shoulders seemed more relaxed since he walked inside the manor, so he was more open to spending time with Illumi. True to his age, Killua really was an angsty teen, assassin or not, so interactions like these were pretty rare. Still, family grudges aside, he was just a kid, and Illumi his big brother. 

With that, he started walking towards the kitchen, confident that the other would follow. It seemed like, they were the only Zoldycks around at the moment. 

— Pancakes sound good. Maybe with chocolate chips? 

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— I was thinking to ask a butler for food, — Killua admita, and though he’s in a sour mood after coming back home, the picture of Illumi cooking that formed inside his mind made him snort. — Pretty sure you’d burn the kitchen down. 

Still, maybe cooking something could be fun. A taste of a domestic interaction inside the Zoldyck manor. 

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Asking a butler to make the food was certainly a normal situation inside the Zoldyck mansion, but Illumi thinks that cooking together can be a more efficient interaction with his brother. — Is that what you think about my cooking skills? I know how to make good poisons, so in theory I would be a good chef. What do you think of sweet pancakes?

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Crap. He was talking to her. Her desk-mate actually spoke to her! Why was he talking to her? Nice to meet her? No. It wasn’t! It was a terrible thing to meet her! It was awful to meet her! So many panicked thoughts ran through her head. She couldn’t think of anything to say back. So, unfortunately, she opened her mouth to speak back, but all that came out was a whine. Immediately, she clamped her mouth shut. Her eyes widened at her desk. What the hell had just come out of her mouth? Why hadn’t an actual sentence come out, instead? Hell, even a small, “Hey.” could’ve sufficed! But no! She had to humiliate herself with that god awful noise! Instead of trying to sweep her mistake under a rug, she simply looked towards the chalk-board. Chalk-board? Wait. Did this school not use marker-boards? Almost every classroom in America, as far as she could remember, used markers. Not chalk. Markers were clean and bright. Chalk was loud and messy. Not the issue! She reminded herself. Taking a couple of deep breaths, she gripped particularly hard at her hair, looking towards Rin, as he called himself. “I… I’m Ch-… Cherry. Nice to me-… meet you.” Her Japanese was pretty damn formal. She didn’t really take the time to learn informal Japanese, no. She figured being formal with everyone would be just fine. It never hurt to be overly polite, right? 

This... was a weird one.

That was the first, honest thought that came to his head, but in no way was it a negative one. There was no way he could talk anything against weird; his friends were plant freaks, bible verse maniacs, demon tamer tsunderes and-- well, actual demons. He was one himself, and though he didn’t like it, the mere fact that his blood was different than others made him act different as well. That, and his impulsiveness, which Yukio always complained about (but Rin insisted it was fine). 

So being a bully would never cross Rin’s mind. Being mean wouldn’t either. Yes, he had been mean to others before-- and kicked their asses-- but they deserved it. This girl didn’t, not at all. 

Instead, he listened to her speak with nothing more than gentle patience and a little smile. She reminded him of how Shiemi acted around everyone in the first days of school; she was shy. Maybe an ice breaker would help ease that off?

“No need to be so formal,” he mused, finally melting back onto his chair. “Relax, really. If you’re nervous about the teacher, he won’t bite. That little baby over there,” he gestured to Yukio, who was finally getting his papers out of his suitcase to start the class. “Is nothing more than a dork. I would know, he’s my little brother.” 

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— I was thinking to ask a butler for food, — Killua admita, and though he’s in a sour mood after coming back home, the picture of Illumi cooking that formed inside his mind made him snort. — Pretty sure you’d burn the kitchen down. 

Still, maybe cooking something could be fun. A taste of a domestic interaction inside the Zoldyck manor. 

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 — Oh, yeah. Thanks for that, — the sarcasm was palpable in his voice. Still, it wasn’t like the idea of Illumi using a needle on Killua was very surprising, considering, so he wasn’t that mad about it. Mostly annoyed. — Look, I don’t want to talk about it, but I’m here, okay? I just… ugh, I’m starving. 

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Illumi was not going to lie to his brother, not now that Killua has already discovered that for much of the younger boy’s life he was being controlled. — You know I don’t cook, but I can try if you want, we can try, what do you want?

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sOh no. No, no, no, no, please stop looking at her! Please don’t do it, please, please, please! Please don’t introduce her! She’d be happy just sitting down and getting her work from the… Strangely young teacher. Wait. Was he the teacher? He looked to be the same age as the rest of the students! Maybe he was just the teacher’s go-to helper? A teacher’s pet, perhaps? Shaking her head to rid herself of thoughts, she gave the man in glasses a wobbly bow. She hurried to her seat, instantly focusing her attention on her desk. She just wished everyone would stop looking at her! It was scary! She knew she looked weird, like she didn’t belong here. She knew she’d almost instantly be the class outcast… Like always. But, that was okay. She didn’t need to be friends with anyone. She just knew that the odd, purple haired man had promised that this class would help her with her… Little problems. Finally, when her classmates had turned most of their attention back to the board, she snuck a quick peek at her desk-mate. Well… It wasn’t much of a desk. More like a table that they both shared. It was big enough for them. But, Cherry knew she’d be claiming the furthest corner away from her desk-mate. In fact… She’d already managed to scoot as far from her classmates as possible. She didn’t want be caught up in anything… Her hands found their way into her hair, gently tugging at the white locks. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but it was enough to sort of keep her grounded. To keep her from panicking. It was stupid to panic, she knew, but… The kids in this class looked terrifying! Especially the one with the mohawk! Along with the purple haired girl! They looked like they’d bully her for her lunch money! She didn’t want anymore bullies! Whimpering to herself, she tugged a bit harder at her hair, her teeth pulling her bottom lip into her mouth. 

Rin’s curious eyes had followed Cherry the entire time, from her entering the class till she sat down. It wasn’t like he meant to be rude, he knew fairly well that starting wasn’t polite— he just hadn’t really noticed that he was starring. The curiosity was too much, million of questions popping up in his head.

Her name didn’t sound Japanese, was she American? Did she come from another exorcism school, one outside the Japan district? Or was she Japanese, from another school that wasn’t True Cross Academy? What was her meister? Did she—

Too many questions. He realizes that the only true way to answer them was to... well, to ask. Still, he wasn’t great at starting conversations, and didn’t wanted to fuck it up on day one. Well, if they were going to be classmates, trust and communication was the best way to be (he had learned that the hard way). Here went nothing;

“Hi. I’m Rin. Nice to meet ya.”

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Ever since she was little, Cherry didn't quite fit in with her classmates. She could always see little ghastly things. Rude, little monsters. They'd taunt her from afar, hide her clothes, hide her school supplies, and break her things. She vaguely remembered ripping apart a stuffed animal because of them. No matter who she'd tell, nobody believed her. Not even her two dads. They believed her about everything else... But not that. It hurt so much.

Even now, as she made her way through the Japanese hallways of True Cross Academy, she didn't feel like she belonged. She'd always been made fun of for what she saw. When the strange Japanese man appeared before her one day and offered her a place in the school, she couldn't help but feel he was mocking her. Sure. He gave her a school map, enrollment form, and other things, but... It all felt so... Fake. A trick. Something she'd been the butt of since she was little...

She just didn't feel as if she belonged here. She wasn't special. She could see and hear demons, but... It was more an oddity than anything. Besides... She was an albino American girl in a gothic-esque Japanese school. She stuck out like a sore thumb. As of now, she stood in front of her classroom's door, her heart hammering in her chest. She could hear her blood rushing through her ears. What if people made fun of her? What if they hurt her? No... She couldn't think like that...

She knew she had to enter sometime, or else she'd get counted absent on her first day. She couldn't have that. She'd promised herself, and her fathers, that she'd do good. That she'd make them proud. That she could prove she wasn't a crazy nobody. Taking a deep breath, her shaky hand twisted open the door of the classroom. The world seemed to go silent as soon as everyone's eyes landed on her. "Hello? I... I'm Cherry English. I'm your new classmate starting today." She whimpered, bowing.

Your new... classmate?

“Ah, that’s right, pay attention, everyone,” Yukio stood, gesturing for his students to do the same. All eyes were curiously settled on the newcomer, intrigued about this sudden addition to the class. “I am aware that we are in the midsts of the semester, but due to Paku’s sudden... change of heart, the position opened for us to welcome a new student in our class.”

Oh?

Few things got Rin up to look up before class. During, he tried his best to pay attention to the lessons-- try being the key word, so he would normally be staring front, blue eyes squinting at the blackboard like if he did it, the information would just enter his head faster. Some days, he wouldn’t even bothered paying attention, mind too tired and wanting a break from boring lectures, but at least he’d keep an eye out for his brother. Being called out for ignoring the class in front of his friends, and by his baby brother no less, was very embarrassing. He learned that the hard way.

Still, as if he was charing battery for the class, in the sweet five to ten minutes he spent inside the room before the clock kicked the class in session, he would just relax. Feet on top of the desk (which Yukio had already given up on forbidding), hands joined in the back of his neck, and just... chilling. 

He’d hear his classmates talk, and some would even call out to him, but he’d grumble a tired “later, later” and ignore them. With time, they had learned to let him be, realize that it was just his lazy ass which held onto those five more extra minutes of sleep rather than Rin avoiding chit chat. They’d have time to talk at lunch anyways. Now, he relaxed. 

The girl in front of him was enough to pull his eyes open, though, the intrigue so big that he even took his feet off the desk, sitting properly, for once, on his chair. 

“Now, everyone, make sure to give her a warm welcome, okay? Miss English, if you need anything, please, let me know. Now,” which his speech seemingly done, Yukio gestured to the empty sit next to Rin’s. “Please, have a sit.” 

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Hello, my RP mutuals (or not mutuals). Like this post and I will spam you with asks from any RP memes you have on your blog. Let the games begin. 

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Eijirou couldn’t possibly get any luckier. The kiss had stolen his breath and with his boyfriend in his arms he waved off the game and held him tighter, swooping in for another kiss. There’s no doubt in his mind this is where he’s supposed to be, right here, with Midoriya. “My pebble… My little pebble I love you so much,” he sighs against his lips. Eventually he recognizes that he cant support their weight comfortably forever and sits them both on the couch, but pulls Izuku into his lap. “So what’re we thinking for our day off, Midoriya? Cuddles, bacon, pizza, sleeping in, or are we gonna try to do something else? You know me I’m good with anything, I’m just glad my sunshine will be here for my day off.”

The nickname brought butterflies to his stomach. Goofy and sweet, a perfect description of Eijirou Kirishima. With a bit of a lift, he is set on the couch, and their night of snuggling has begun. 

“Yes to cuddles, yes to bacon, uh-- or not, either pizza or bacon. Then yes to sleeping in, and... well,” Izuku already had an idea brewing inside his mind. Multiple, actually. It’d be better to put them on the table so that Kirishima could help him choose, but he wanted to keep it a surprise regardless of his indecisiveness. “Maybe. Just let the day planning to me, okay~?”

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Day off

[ @redriot-eijirou ]

Izuku was beaming. 

It had been a long time since he’d had a day off. Well, that was a lie; he had one every three days or so, or at least twice a week. Still, they didn’t really feel like days off, not always. Sometimes they were days in which he’d sleep in and stay in bed, maybe indulge on watching some cheesy tv shows and eating sweets. They were rest days, not days off, ones that, though gentle, felt part of the routine.

Tomorrow, that would be different. The concept was the same, but for the first time in two weeks, his schedule matched Eijiro’s, and they were both off in the same day.

That meant staying up together, sleeping in, and maybe even going out for a little adventure. The possibilities were endless (between the realm of their wallet, of course), and his mind was already filling up with ideas; watch a movie with lots of popcorn? Go to the park and get some ice cream? Bake as many cookies as their oven could handle?

“Kiri,” he opened the door to their small, rented apartment, eager in his way from work. The light inside his green eyes filling up the room. “I have tomorrow off too. We have a day off. Together!!”