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"Ne-Ji-Re!! Let me in, I will kiss you! And hug you! Like a lot, so much. You know... Cause I love you~"

Random Fluff B/Cuz Yosh Loves Me | @hyakumcn

The words from Mirio had her giggling as the shockwave heroine set about ever so slooowly unlocking her door. “Hugging and kissing me? That sounds like a deal.”

It just took her a few more moments to have the door opened and to have her overwhelmed with the promised hugs and kisses-- and probably quite some more too, to further emphasis the fact that he did, in fact, love her.

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mindlesspurplegaze:

Blinking silently, Shinsou was confused about why she would be interested in him or why she would think that they were similar for the first year. From what Shinsou knew, she had always been in the hero course. Though, maybe she meant something else?

“What do you mean I remind you of your first year? Were you in the gen-ed department or something?” Maybe it was a little rude to so directly address her, but Shinsou didn’t really like beating around the bush. Plus, it didn’t really seem like there was a reason to sugar coat anything. She seemed nice enough. Though, Shinsou didn’t really know her. 

“What’s your name?”

She couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Me? No, nothing like that.” Nejire had never been in the gen-ed department. Honestly, she wasn’t even sure she knew where it was. But, there had been a very memorable encounter for her during her first year at the sports festival involving another student who had been in the gen-ed.

“A classmate of mine, Ife Antar. I faced her in the Sports Festival in our first year. She was a gen-er, and I, ah...” She wasn’t sure how to sugarcoat this, so Nejire just laughed as she laced her fingers together behind her back.

“She ran towards me and I just. Punched her straight into the stands. She didn’t even get a chance to try to fight me.”

It had been humiliating for Ife, and she had held it against Nejire for months afterward. But, despite the unfortunate outcome... “Like I said though, she’s a classmate. She got into ther hero course.”

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Nejire glanced over at the younger girl. She was tired, having just finished a round of training and sparring with Tamaki, and the preferred refreshment couldn’t have come at a better time. “For me?” A silly question, since there didn’t seem to be anyone else in the vicinity-- but it seemed safer to ask instead of just assuming and snatching it up.

The blue-haired girl took it with a smile, cracking it open before taking a long swig. “Thanks-- I was dying, honestly! Tamaki’s a killer partner to train with.”

Which... that name might not even mean anything to her.

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「 ☆ 」 The girl’s inexperience with vending machines led to her getting two drinks by accident, and as she wandered around campus, she contemplated what to do with the extra. If nothing else, she could just save it for later ( it wasn’t like she didn’t already have a fair amount of snacks squirreled away in her room ), and in the event that she didn’t find anything other solution, she’d do exactly that; however, as she passed by one of the training facilities and saw another student, a different thought occurred to her. “E-excuse me,” she started as she walked over to the other, fiddling with her extra drink. “Are you thirsty?”

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perceptre:

      ❛ Uh– um. I was just… wondering… ❜  God, she feels stupid.  A dusting of pink washes over her features as she stumbles over her words.  It shouldn’t be this hard to ask a simple question, but well – asking questions has never been her strong suit.  She hates feeling like she’s invading someone’s privacy, and asking for help is difficult in itself.  This question combines both of these feelings – hence the apparent hesitance. 

      ❛ I was wondering if I could… ask… if you have any studying tips. ❜  Hazel eyes flicker to the floor as she makes a conscious effort not to erase herself from the other’s perception and make a break for it.  ❛ Since you’re, y’know, top of the class and all… ❜

For a moment Nejire actually froze, unsure if she could have possibly heard correctly. There was... there was just no way that... having someone from her own class ask her for help was a rare enough occurrence. To have someone from class 3B ask for it?

She had to give herself a moment to process and to make sure she had actually heard correctly before trying to answer.

“Study tips...?” Nejire spoke carefully, waiting to see if there was something that she was missing here, some sort of elaborate joke that Wakako was playing-- and when it seemed like the laughter wasn’t going to come, she nodded and offered her a small smile. “Sure. I’d be glad to help you. Is there anything in particular you’re having trouble with?”

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hyakumcn:

“Of course, as the lords light guides me I will lend you my assistance.”

He didn’t have much in the way of a map, the usual travel plan involved little more than following signs he interpreted as from the gods.  He scratched his head curiously, setting his gaze upon the woman who had approached him.

“Where exactly were you travelling?”  He inquired, probably useful information if he intended to be helpful in any way shape or form..

Nejire let out a small hum in response to the other’s question. She really wasn’t too sure where it was she was going... It was the Lord who gave her direction, and He wasn’t one to really spell out his plan in detail much before hand. It wasn’t something she minded, since it was her one and only job to simply follow His Will and Guidance, but it did make it a bit tricky when other people were involved.

“If you might happen to know of anyone who would be in need of any assistance here-- or, sparing that, the local church or even an inn?” Asking for just the ‘church’ should have been a gamble considering how, nine time out of ten, the locals didn’t worship or follow the same religious beliefs that she did. It never seemed to matter, though... The Lord’s voice and words were just as loud, no matter where she was.

As for the inn, well... a place to sleep was always nice. And perhaps she could write a little to Seiren there, assuming she could find a raven to deliver it.

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(spectersouled) 008 (I'm in actual pain sending this but also do it pls)

008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. | @spectersouled | @transmutatiing

Where was Akio?

It was a stupid thought to go flickering through her mind, considering the face that was staring at her right now. It was his -- same dark hair, same dark eyes. What wasn’t his was the smirk that was painted across his lip, one that was stained a dark shade of red and was that by her own blood? 

He was smirking, laughing, and in one hand was a lead pipe that was coated in the same red shade. Nejire found herself letting out a shaky gasp as she took a stumbling step back, arm wrapping around herself as the fingers of her good hand curled around the focal point of pain on her other arm. It hurt. Why did it hurt? It--

The pipe. It had connected--

And c r a c k

“Get...” She hissed, air drawing through clenched teeth as she glared at the stranger wearing Akio’s face. “Get out of him-”

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“Hmm....?”

She had to admit, she hadn’t been paying him too much attention. Was it mean to say, think that? She loved him and cared for him and he was more than a little brother to her, but sometimes she just couldn’t put her full focus on him. It was exhausting, and she had to allow herself a few moments to just zone out and babble on in order to keep her sanity.

And so she blinked, caught a bit off guard by the way he suddenly got up to just-- bolt. Towards a couple that was walking up the pathway that led to the main campus. A couple that bore a resemblance to him. 

It was easy enough to put two and two together; they must have been his parents. It was always easy enough to figure out that Tamaki either didn’t want them here, or didn’t want them meeting his friends. 

One of those was slightly more upsetting to think about then the other.

Ignoring the request to just wait right there, Nejire found herself trailing after him, curiosity prompting her to try to eavesdrop on this conversation.

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The life at the dorms, as chaotic as it could get more often than not, was actually quite peaceful. It was a much needed break from the always tense atmosphere lingering back at his house. Not home.

If there was one thing Tamaki learned since sharing a roof with his whole class, it was that family wasn’t supposed to make you feel the need to hide in a room and tune out the world, quietly hoping for the opportunity to be left alone so that he could finally breath. A real family was kind, understanding and supportive.

It took almost two years to realize it. He considered his classmates more of a family than what his actual family really was.

Which is why he dreaded the moment he would have to go back to that house.

The bright side of having parents as busy as his were, was that he didn’t have to worry too much about having to actually deal with them.

Then, while he was enjoying a quiet afternoon in the school grounds, mindlessly listening to Nejire’s chattering, he saw them, and he froze, his heart skipping a beat.

“W-wait I- I’ll be right back.” Before he could even get an answer, he stood up and quickly walked up to them, already preparing himself for what would surely be a very unpleasant time, knowing already that whatever was the reason for his parents’ visit at U.A., it wouldn’t end well, one way or another.

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03suneater:

    for a moment, he’s quiet, a little surprised by the request before shrugging it off. of course, he supposes that even nejire needed somewhere quiet to go from time to time; however, it only heightens his concern a bit. “of course.” he knows of several places, but he had the feeling this in particular was something that warranted his own quiet place. he thinks for a moment, but gives in – it’s something he feels he can trust her with; after all, she was close to him. making such a request had weight behind it with its importance.

    tamaki pauses as he stands, dark eyes attempting to meet her gaze before he carefully holds out a hand – a silent offer, one that she can deny if she wished, but that is there all the same. perhaps she needed something to hold onto for reassurance or otherwise.

Despite her reputation for being loud and obtrusive, Nejire really wasn’t one to invade other’s personal space-- not when she could avoid it, at the very least. Oddly enough, she herself wasn’t a fan over those who were overly affectionate and touchy, and she tended to skirt away from those who made a habit of putting their hands all over each. She lost her head sometimes and got a little ahead of herself when it came to poking and prodding, but she hated hanging over others like some sort of lovesick leech.

Still, the gesture coming from Tamaki meant something, and after a long moment she reached out to take his hand. Nejire held it lightly for just a moment before squeezing it, holding on as it he would suddenly slip away and the only lifeline she had would vanish. It wasn’t... really a completely crazy fear though, was it. One day that was what would happen. 

“Tamaki...”

The thought almost had her stopped in her tracks and pulling away. He would, as much as she wanted to deny it. He would leave, consumed by whatever future was in front of him. It was one that wouldn’t involve her -- wasn’t that always the case? She could count on one hand the number of people in her life that she had known prior to UA, and Nejire wasn’t sure if it was cheating to actually include her father.

Honestly... she wasn’t sure if she could actually include him. He would have to actually be involved to count.

“... What are you gonna do... after all of this?”

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@zipsteps

She couldn’t really help if the look she was giving him was a bit skeptical (and she also couldn’t help if one hand went to rest on her stomach, but that response had little to do with him in truth). Haru hadn’t exactly treated her or her classmates with much kindness or respect over the past year that he had been at UA, and Nejire hadn’t really been expecting much when he had approached her to ask if he could speak with her privately. At most she had maybe expected some sort of apology, something that he might have been forced to give... not this.

“You want... me to train you.” A blink, followed by a snort. “Me. A member of the group that you’ve just looked down on and laughed at. You want me to take time out of my schedule, out of my own training and homework and coursework and internship and just general own free time, and you want me to spend it training you.”

She could have been nicer, but she was driving a point home with her statement.

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"black bird"

Send Black Bird for one of my muse’s bad memories | @ofowl

A lot of people -- a lot of young women, really -- would chalk up the day they found out they were pregnant as one of the happiest days of their life, especially when it happened to be with the man they loved. And oh, how she loved Mirio. How she loved Ife. Did her feelings for one somehow lessen what she felt for the other...? Depending upon who you asked she was certain the answer was yes, but in her heart she was positive the truth was no. She loved them both and with all of her heart...

And learning she would have Mirio’s child should have made her oh-so-happy.

A cold, sick feeling of dread was all that twisted through her gut as the doctor spoke, her voice slowed and tempered to try to make what she was saying somehow hurt less-- as if that was even possible. There were so many risks to this pregnancy, and that was completely disregarding the fact that she was part of the hero course. Dropping out of UA and getting her license later honestly meant less to Nejire than most people thought, only she really wasn’t sure if she was going to have time for that.

One hand rested on her stomach as a few key words, genetic and risk factors, floated through her hearing.

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pr0scriptus:

“ Well.. I AM looking for uh.. Uhm. ”

great, she’s forgotten what class she was supposed to go. maybe it was a good idea to get a good look at that identity file that was given to her so that she may play the part of sakurai during her stay here. though it wouldn’t be long until she’s able to remember now. 

“ That’s right! Class 3-B. Aha.. I guess I gotta work on my memory skills. But if you wouldn’t mind taking me to that class, I’d really appreciate it! ”

getting directions for now would be the best choice to make. the staff however.. they would come for another time. the teaching staff here were heroes after all. and getting attention to herself was the last thing that she wanted. other than that, she would jeopardize her identity.  

“Class 3B? That means we’re gonna be rivals then.” 

She meant it playfully, and Nejire grinned as she spoke. To try to make sure her point was clear she nudged the other in the side before nodded. “I can take you to their class though, sure. Or, well, at least I think I can... If not I definitely can find another class 3B student. I’m in class 3A so I don’t really go to that classroom much, and we probably won’t see each other too much then.”

Nejire spoke blithely, but it wasn’t like she wasn’t bothered by the thought. She just knew there was no point in really getting too attached and, in turn, getting too upset. Still-- “I’m Nejire. I don’t think we ever really introduced ourselves-- what’s your name?”

As she spoke she began walking, leading the other towards the hallway that 3B should have been down. Or... might have been down probably would have been a better way to word it.

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She had been responsible. Perhaps not as responsible as she could had been, no, perhaps that would had involved just not having sex at all but-- but they had used protection. They had used a fucking condom every goddamn fucking time and yet here she was with a fucking positive pregnancy test.

“I-- I d-dunno what I’m guh-gunno do.” A hiccup wracked through her body, causing her words to come out stammered and stuttered. Nejire felt herself let out a whine as she leaned against Ife, letting herself relax against her as she was held. Part of her wanted to fight with the mindset that no, she didn’t deserve it, but she craved the comfort too badly.

“I c-can’t keep on t-training a-and Mu-mirio, hu-he pru-probably du-doesn’t wanna bu-be a du-dad uh-and-”

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When Ife first entered the room she had no idea what was going on. She just heard the sounds of Nejire crying and knew that she had to do something to help her. Letting a friend in need continue to suffer just wasn’t in Ife’s nature and to her Nejire was a lot more than just a friend.

Almost immediately after entering the room, Ife’s eyes fell upon the papers on Nejire’s nightstand. Normally she wasn’t the type to invade someone’s privacy by looking over that stuff, but she assumed that it might shed light onto what had her upset. When she realized what the results were for Ife’s heart pretty much stopped in her chest. She could understand why Nejire was upset, she could actually feel herself starting to freak out too. It’s just there wasn’t time to let herself do that. Nejire needed someone calm to be there for her and Ife was going to be that person.

She sat down on the bed next to Nejire, a few seconds later one of her arms was around her shoulder. Then Ife completely pulled her into a tight hug. She didn’t actually say anything. In fact, Ife didn’t have a clue what she could say. She just held her.

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magicalmachine6:

“What’s to stop someone with a brainwash quirk from reaching inside and reprogramming you? Being mechanical is no less risky in this age than being human- there are quirks able to access a human brain just as easily as a machine.”

“I have some of the best cyber-security protocols on the planet, and I am updating them every day. If someone was able to hack me, there would be significantly larger issues- such as potential economic collapse due to a hack on the world’s stock market. In addition, for an attempt to even be made, a hostile would have to physically attach to my systems. I have also installed failsafes within myself that will automatically shut me down and contact my primary maintenance assistant in the unlikely event of a system breach.”

It’s quite clear Six has put a lot of consideration into this particular issue, and done everything possible to mitigate the risk. 

“The first activation of my AI core was over 16 years ago. Construction of my body was five years and two months ago, and I have been out of the lab I was built in for three years and six months.”

She was trying to find a reason to say no. That was all this really came down to. There was nothing wrong with Six, no reason to not train her, no reason to not be her mentor. Nejire just wanted to say ‘no’ without feeling guilt, and she just wanted to say that because... Because she was afraid.

She was young, she had just graduated, and Nejire had hoped she would have a chance to escape from the shadow that the title of Big Three had cast over her. Doing this would just drag her back under, making her one of, if not the youngest mentor ever. Not only that, but the mentor of the first inhuman hero? Well-- inhuman in the sense of not biological, considering Nedzu. 

Couldn’t she ever just be normal?

Her own wants and desires, though, were going to wind up getting in the way of another’s future. It wasn’t fair... but life wasn’t fair. Nejire knew she could stand there and whine and mope about how just wrong this was all she wanted, but it wouldn’t accomplish or change anything. All she could really do was just. Embrace it.

“... Before I can make any decision, I need to actually see you in action.” Nejire glanced at the girl before looking at the teacher, nodding slightly. It was standard practice, really. Ryukyu had needed to see her use her quirk and had watched Uraraka and Tsuyu as well, after all.

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It wasn’t the dragon’s fault it was large, nor was it her fault that she was in the cave. The creature whuffed at the sight of Tamaki but made no attempt to move closer -- it was her trainer, and the source of the light now shining on him -- that did so. 

The woman, a blue-haired trained dressed in casual jeans and shirt with sneakers and matching jacket, patted the salamence’s nose as she grinned at the startled male. “It’s not really safe in these caves. You shouldn’t be wandering around in here alone you know!”

Her intention wasn’t to be rude or to presume that he wasn’t capable of taking care of himself! But... to jump and be so startled just because she happened to pop up behind him... didn’t really bode well for him.

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Sometimes, Tamaki really wondered what made him put up with certain things. Right now, in the middle of a dark cave with only a flashlight and Mimikyu on his shoulder to keep him company, was one of those times.

Honestly, he should’ve expected something like this to happen. The moment Gengar saw the entry of what definitely was a terrifying place, he didn’t hesitate to go in, leaving Tamaki with the task of finding him. Really, the last thing he wanted now was having to play hide and seek in the probably haunted cave.

Hesitantly calling for his pokemon, silently hoping that maybe for once he would come back on his own, Tamaki kept walking, sure that by now they both were lost.

Then, he saw the giant dragon, and it took all of his willpower to not scream.

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iinvaliidate:

he had been called. whatever the reason behind it maybe, he was sure that with the look that his senpai had given to him, he was quite sure that there was something that was needed to be done. though he honestly think that he was going to have to do whatever his senpai had in mind. whatever it may be, he supposed he was ready for it. or maybe he was just over thinking through things again. 

“ … ”

but without hesitation, he would come to follow her. if it really was something that he must do, then he will do it. and he was quite sure that it was a way for him to truly see himself as befitting to join the ranks of the heroics department. 

all this time he had done nothing but prove himself befitting, only to show what he can do but not actually show to others what he would be like as a hero. now he understands–  and it is without a doubt, that whatever his senpai has planned for him. it is a way for him to truly know for sure, and by himself. that he maybe fit to be even called a hero.

Her plan was hardly a complicated one, or even really a convoluted one. It was just a common complaint that Nejire had heard before. Being unable to show off what they were capable of did tend to make it difficult, but then so did refusing to go out and show off their quirk as well. Get up get up get up-! And go out and do something! Stop a criminal, rescue someone, and get noticed!

Akai was a first year though, so she could understand that he might be a bit reticent to go out and do something so crazy and brash on his own. That was why she was here, then-!

“I’ve heard there’s been some gang activity out in the west district. Nothing too bad, mostly just like purse snatching and light robberies, buuuut I’m sure you can handle it, right?” And a wink as they started to head out off the school campus.

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solchimaera:

Knowing that she wouldn’t insist on going to the city -to the humans- was a great relief, helping to ease his worries, even if only a little. 

Awkwardly shifting in his place, he tried to find something to say, but nothing came to his mind. Then, she offered a deal.

It sounded fairly reasonable, considering what she went through not even an hour ago just to help him. Well, not like he really needed a camp for the night, but still, he appreciated her concern. Not many were willing to offer him some help.

Without adding a word, he nodded in answer, and then turned to start walking, gesturing at her to follow him. He knew these woods better than her, after all.

An awkward smile, followed by a sudden- 

“Wait-!”

Nejire stretched her good arm out as Hadou stepped forward to better support her, mare standing beside her as the paladin was forced to put some of her weight back against her. She didn’t want to scare him, but...

“Um-... I... I won’t stop you if you want to go to the woods tonight but... but I have a...” And a fidget at that, unsure of how to tell him the truth without actually telling him the truth. She didn’t exactly like to go around and blab about how she was touched by The Lord, after all.

“... I just might prefer to sleep a little more out in the open, that’s all.”

The mare huffed as her forehead rubbed against the paladin’s back. A low whinny escaped her, coming out as a surge of feeling that could be felt by Nejire-- and perhaps understood by Tamaki. “-saved his life once already. You don’t have to keep on risking you own just to watch out for him now. You’re hurt, mistress.”

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amplifical:

           ❝ I’d rather not have anyone I knew before U.A. with me. ❞ She sneers, her neutral expression twisted in disgust. ❝ I won’t be held responsible for what I’d do if they tried to come near me again. ❞

     Oh there’s that bitterness she’s held close for all too long, but can you blame her ? Her middle school years weren’t the highlight of her life after all. She’s thankful for her classmates now, despite her prickly attitude towards them - especially the girls.

          ❝ I have plenty of confidence in the girls, even if they do drive me up the damn wall. I’d definitely rely on them in a tough spot. What about you, Hado-senpai ? ❞ 

Yet another, hmm, trait? No-- maybe? There was a word that Nejire was looking for and a word that she couldn’t quite find. Trend? People in UA... it wasn’t uncommon for them to’ve come from unhappy backgrounds. At least... comparatively? Nejire’s time prior to UA was something she didn’t want to remember and didn’t want to repeat, and it wasn’t much of a surprise that Jirou felt the same as well.

“Of course I would rely on them, though I know in a pinch they’d probably have to fight to get past Mirio and Tamaki to reach me first.” A smile at that. In truth? She would always put her life in the hands of the other members of the Big Three, and she knew they would do the same for her. The girl did as well... but there was no denying there was just a small amount of bitterness over the division between Big Three and Not Big Three.

“No matter what happens, you’re going to have to learn to rely on your classmates to have your back no matter what...”