#dorms

[high-quality-tiktoks]

How the third floor at the dorms are feeling rn

[transgenderteensurvivalguide]

hi so i was recently having a discussion with my friend—cis girl—and we go to boarding school. she was calling our dorms the “girls dorms” and i was wondering if it’s appropriate to call it the “afab dorms.” i am aware of the discourse online with that word, but i was wondering if it would be appropriate in this context. or if there is anything else i can call it besides girls dorms because half of the students are trans and it makes me uncomfortable and dysphoric to call it the girls dorms.

thank you

Lee says:

It might be beneficial to have a discussion with the other residents of the dorm, especially the other trans students, to see how they feel about the terminology. They might have insights or preferences that you haven't considered.

As you mentioned, some people feel that "AFAB" and "AMAB" can be reductive or invalidating when it's used unnecessarily as it emphasizes sex assigned at birth over current identities, so there are probably some trans students in your dorm who wouldn't appreciate being reminded that they were assigned female at birth on a daily basis when speaking about their housing and that might make them dysphoric too.

I would also consider whether you're 100% certain that everyone in your dorm was actually assigned female at birth. If there's a possibility that your school would allow a transgender person to live in a dorm that matches their identified gender if they requested to do so, then it's probably not a good idea to refer to buildings by assigned sex at birth because it may not be an accurate categorization of everyone in the space. Even if no trans folks currently are in dorms that match their identified gender, there may be a possibility that a trans person in the future will be allowed to live in those dorms and then you're setting up a naming convention that would require themself if they didn't feel comfortable being referred to as AFAB when they were not. And some intersex folks don't feel comfortable using AMAB/AFAB to refer to themselves, etc, so there are a lot of reasons why "AFAB dorm" may not actually be an accurate descriptor of the building's residents.

Instead of just referring to the dorms by gender or assigned sex at birth, you could consider other terms that emphasize the structure or function of the dorm rather than the gender of its residents. Get creative! People assigned to live in the dorm are aware of why they are living there, they don't need the dorm name to tell them that they were assigned female at birth.

You can refer to it as the "West/East dorm" (if there's a geographical distinction), or if there's a formal (or informal) name for the building like "Hill House," or "the Beacon Street Building" then use that name. You could even refer to it as something silly like the "Frog Home" or whatever tickles your fancy. It could be a fun activity to come up with a list of names and have everyone in the dorm vote on the name they want to use to refer to the dorm for the year.

If you really want to call it the "AFAB dorm" then nobody can stop you from calling it whatever you like, but I would try to think outside of the box and start brainstorming other things that you can call the dorm. The only limit is your own imagination (and what you can convince the other dorm residents to go along with!)

[swoleisthegoal]

Vintage College Jock

[theprettieststarfr]

Okay, I'm so tired of people not appreciating dorms in Harry's time in school.

So much of the Marauders' lore is built around their time in the dorm, and I get that this is not the case with Harry's generation because there isn't much attention given to it in the books, but just imagine

They spent just as much time in their dorm as the Marauders/the Marauder era girls did. Best beleive so much of their friendship and so many memories were acquired and built in those rooms. It was similarly awkward in the first year for them. They similarly helped Harry with his nightmares. They probably all shared snacks, clothes, school supplies and argued on who took a shower so long that there was no more hot water left in the morning and they had to wait an another hour for it to heat up (I don't care that it's literally a wizard school, let me live my fantasy)

Hermione was probably more cautious in her dorm and then the girls helped her loosen up a little after the first year, and just imagine how many gossip/girl therapy sessions they had. And the first time that Hermione probably appreciated it fully is after the Yule ball, when the boys ruined her evening, and she was surprised to find how similar her thoughts and opinions were to the girls, and so they talked and ate sweets and made face masks the whole evening after that.

Come on you guys, appreciate the goddamn bonding tools that the dorms were

[yourfavepookiebear]

Which dorm would you be sorted in ? (Twisted Wonderland)

I saw something like this so I wanted to do it too, thx for the idea !

[4rainynite]

EAH Dorm Rooms Headcanons pt 22

Teachers Addition

It wouldn't be high school without the teachers and to teach the students passed down legacies.

A good majority of the adults went to Ever After High School and some even became teachers to teach the future generation.

At the end of the day teachers need a place to sleep and we get to see who roomed with who during their high school years.

The teachers' living quarters are between the boys and girls dorm and is smaller than the students' dormitory.

Like the students each room is design to fit the persons personality.

Headmasters Milton and Giles Grimm

Brothers Milton and Giles created Ever After High to teach the future fairy tales their storybook legacies. Overtime Giles notice how some destinies weren't equal even if some were happy ever afters. Giles purposed a way to make everyone happy, but Milton didn't agree. Still traumatized of almost losing Giles when they were children made him deadset on following the pre-determined fates and because he fears he'll lose power. There was a huge fight and Milton cursed his brother to speak Riddlish and banish him to the Vault of Lost Tales.

Being co-headmasters and founders of Ever After High School, Milton and Giles have the biggest rooms in the living quarters.

Milton's room is similar to his office: full of portraits of himself, full of awards, clean, expensive furniture, posh, with a canopy bed, and blue.

Giles's room is similar to the Vault of Lost Tales: messy, papers everywhere, books piled high, mix-matched furniture, and red.

When Milton cursed Giles the police investigated and closed his room up. Milton avoided the room at all crime to not feel guilt for what he had done to his brother.

When, Giles is free from his curse (he didn't get cured in Thronecoming) and Milton is arrested for his crimes, everyone predicts that Giles will throw away Milton's things. But, he doesn't. Giles lets it be, even after his brother's betrayel he refuses to touch the room.

Baba Yaga

Baba Yaga teaches home-evilnomics and facility advisor and though she sides with Headmaster Grimm with destiny she's less strict and willing to show sympathy for those who want change.

Baba Yaga doesn't need a room due to her living in her cottage/office with chicken legs so it changes locations and we've seen it plenty of times in the show.

Her cottage has Slavic designs, candles, spell books, potions, and she has a steering wheel to control the hut.

I believe Baba Yaga's cottage/office is like the shotgun houses from my home state Louisiana. For those who don't know what a shotgun house is it's a narrow house (front to back) and each room is divided for better examples: 1 2 3. The first section is her office, second potion making section, third kitchen, fourth bathroom, and last bedroom.

Mr. Breaker Badwolf

Breaker Badwolf was a student at Ever After High School where he studied (met the love of his life Ruby Hood and had a daughter) and now teaches General Villainy.

Breaker's room resembles a wolf's cave like his niece Ramona's room with rock formations, dim lighting, and leather furniture.

He seems like a hunter to me, so he has a collection of traps and snares in his room.

He keeps a two-way-book to speak with his with, photos of Ruby & Cerise, and letters from her hidden away in his room.

The White Queen

After, evacuating Wonderland due to the Evil Queen's curse, she and her fellow Wonderlanders escaped to Ever After. She got a job at Ever After High School as the new Princessology teacher.

Like all the Wonderlanders her room is messy, but in a organized chaos sort of way.

Her room is styled like a chessboard with Wonderland decor.

Maid Martha Marion

Maid Marion is the teacher of damsel-in-distress class and mother of Sparrow Hood.

Her cartoon and book appearance are drastically different in the show she looks like the perfect damsel while in the book she was described as:

Madam Maid Marian set a black bag under the desk, then removed her cone hat. Her hair was chestnut and cut in a short bob. She was fresh-faced, with no makeup. A few freckles dotted her wide nose and high cheekbones. She wore the colors of the forest, with a moss-green tunic and brown leggings. A pair of green feather earrings completed the woodsy look. Her suede boots looked super comfortable.

Appearances aside Unlike other damsels-In-distress she teaches her students to save themselves.

Her room is a hodgepodge of luxurious queen/ forest decor.

She definitely has exercise equipment and hunting gear like bows and arrows in her room.

Coach Gingerbreadman

Coachh Gingerbreadman is the gym teacher who encourages his students to run faster to avoid crazed bakers.

His room is more of a gym than a bedroom with a treadmill, weights, a rowing machine, and etc.

His room is mostly candy & gingerbread decor with trophies decorating the walls.

Evil Step-Librarians

Evil Step-Librarians (Stephanie and Sissy) are the librarians of the school, one is the mother of Prudence and Charlotte, and Cinderella's stepsisters.

While other staff members have their own room, they share one while at Ever After High School.

Their room has a gaudy luxury feel to it. Like everything cost of money but it looks cheaply made and tacky. And everything is bejeweled.

Since they're librarians the room has multiply bookcases with trashy romance novels.

Prof. Jack B. Nimble

Prof. Jack B. Nimble is the of tall tales and seems to be a popular teacher among the students.

Prof. Jack has a huge candle collection ranging from size, colors, and scents. He has the cleanest smelling room in the teachers' sleeping area.

As you can see by his desk most of the furniture in his room is candle themed.

Because of this the sprinkler system goes off in his room a lot (similar to Faybelle).

He also has a huge bookcase where he keeps a collection tale tales and poems.

Prof. Pied Piper

Prof. Alto Pied Piper is the music teacher and the father of Melody Piper.

His room is similar to the music classroom with many instruments and music books.

He keeps his Imperial Gold Turntables in his room when not using them in his class.

He has a mini fridge stocked with snacks for his pet rats.

He owns a huge collection of flutes and vinyl discs.

Rumpelstiltskin

Rumpelstiltskin teaches chemistry and is one of the least popular teachers in the school due making students spin straw to gold for extra credit.

His room is probably one of the messiest rooms in the teachers' living quarters and screams goblin core.

He has a spinning wheel that he uses to spin his own gold.

Momma and Papa Bear

Ursula and Bernard are a married couple so obviously they share a room together.

Their room is cottage core with bear cave elements.

Like their story sleep in separate beds since Poppa likes his mattress firm and Momma likes her mattress soft.

Ursula teaches cooking class so she has a ton of cookbooks and Bernard teaches beast training and keeps many cages and pet supplies in their room.

Their son, Teddy, sometimes visits them when not in class.

Author's note: We were robbed that they never appeared in the show!

Hagatha

Hagatha is the school's lunch lady who is infamous for her porridge which she adds artificial lumps to.

Can't really say too much about her so maybe insects motifs on her dress she has food and bug decor in her room.

Mrs. Trollsworth

Mrs. Trollsworth is the secretery and Headmaster Grimm's assistant in his schemes.

Being a troll, her room is messy with a mix of grandma parlor room decor.

Mr. Green Thumb - Is the groundkeeper/gardener, due to his small size he most likely has the smallest room in the teachers' living quarters. It most likely full of gardening equipment and indoor plants.

Prof. Card - Prof. Card with the other Wonderlanders evacuated after the Evil Queen's curse, he is the current art teacher at Ever After High School. His room is full of art supplies and has a few weapons since he was a guard.

Prof. Knight - Prof. Knight teaches Hero Training and is one of the oldest teachers in the school who still remembers the art of knighthood. His room is decorated with suits of armor, swords, and horse decor.

Well, that's all the staff at Ever After High School!

[mudhamster]

Can he woo him with niceties?

30. November

Izuku stares at the small jar between his sweaty hands. It was filled with twenty-four small, rolled up pieces of paper. A calendar. Handmade. For Kacchan. 

Initially, he had simply scribbled pleasantries on them. A kind gesture between friends. Good friends. Friends who are cool with each other as long as there are other people in the room. Friends who get along perfectly until they are left alone somewhere. But then...came the overwhelming desire for more. For some kind of clarity. For closure.

It's been years now. Years. Years in which he has streamlined his admiration for Kacchan and crushed it every chance he got, every time it got too big in his head, every time it got so intense that it made him almost brave and way too stupid. He feels like floating on waves of hope and terror as soon as Kacchan looked at him for a second too long. And he did. Often. It was horror. Emotional torture. For years.

But it wouldn't go on for another year.

Approaching Kacchan face to face with the 'issue' was out of the question.  A no-go, his head, stomach and heart would instantly combust if Kacchan would just look at him, the moment Izuku confronted him with this plan whirling in his mind.  

But with this jar full of possibilities... it offers the perfect opportunity to finally... FINALLY close the loop. 

Now is the best time of the year to do it, because there comes a day for everyone when it's time to go home and celebrate Christmas. Time to fill the belly with pot roast and the head with carols and ideas for the future.

Sighing softly, he ran his index finger through the colorful scraps of paper. He wanted to do this. He really did. But it scared the hell out of him. 

His original idea to gift Kacchan a nice little calendar had turned into a subtle plan to woo the other. He had crumpled up some of the harmless slips of paper and replaced them. Some of the notes were now of a more daring nature. The note with 'Hug', for example. If Kacchan drew it too early, it could ruin everything. 

And the note for the 24th ... well, Kacchan was only allowed to open it after all the others had been used. Because on the last note, Izuku had finally thrown caution to the wind. It was all or nothing at Christmas, IF Kacchan used all the other 23 notes. 

This was the only way he would survive the opening of this particular note. It was pure tactics. Assuming that he and Kacchan had already failed in the attempt to hug (and let's be honest: he does), Kacchan could simply let the 24th note go up in flames and both of them would still have enough dignity left to overlook this desperate attempt to get closer next year. 

With a final prayer to the All Might, who looked down on him from his wall in poster form, he picked up the jar and left his room.

He knocks, twice, lowers his hand and steps back. The glass mists between his fingers, the skin between his shoulder blades damp. He is so nervous that he has to actively remind himself to breathe. To relax his face, to keep his shoulders from hunching under his ears. To appear relaxed. 

Behind the door, he heard the creak of a desk chair and took a breath so quickly that black spots crossed his vision. Shifting his weight, Izuku raised the glass to his chest with both hands and forced himself to smile. Except... Kacchan hated fake smiles. The corners of his mouth turned down within a second. Footsteps could be heard. His little finger slipped off the glass. "Crap," he gasped, lowering the glass to his stomach and hastily wiping it dry on his sweater. One of the slips fell out. 

"C-crap!"

He crouches, his knee barely touching the floor, as the door jerks open. A pair of black socks steps up to the threshold, the silence filled with so much unspoken dialogue that Izuku already knew how Kacchan was looking at him before he even turned his head. 

The blond skipped his What the hell? and Izuku skipped his apology. 

Instead, he picked up the small piece of green paper from the ground, threw it into the glass with the others and straightened up.

"This," he holds out his hands with the glass, "is for you."

Red eyes, narrowed in skepticism and annoyance, sink down to his hands over his insecure grin. Izuku follows his gaze. 

To the jar of niceties. 

The jar of risks. 

If he gripped it any tighter, the glass would shatter. Now or never. 

If Katsuki took it now, he would have no chance to change what would happen next. Licking his lips, he nodded encouragingly, "It's a calendar."

Murmuring something that sounded very much like "For what?", Katsuki simply took the jar from his hands, shook it and looked into it with irritation. "What are these notes?"

Izuku's heart stuttered heavily, for the jar had finally left his possession and his fate had taken an inevitable direction, the outcome of which suddenly seemed to him as if he were sailing without sails on an endless ocean, on whose horizon heavy storm clouds were already gathering, which his naked boat would surely...

"Deku"

His thought snapped and he jumped. What was the question? He stared back at the glass, searching for words that weren't 90% cheesy, then squeaked, "Niceties.”

Katsuki's eyes narrowed even more, even though he hadn't thought it possible, and before Izuku understood what was happening, he pulled out one of the pieces. He tucked the glass under his arm and was about to unfold the note when Izuku's brain caught up with him. 

"Don't!" he shouts, "Not yet!" he grabbed Kacchan's hand, clutching warm fingers and the note and looking up with a pounding heart, "It's a calendar, Kacchan! You don't open the first drawing until tomorrow. Not - not today."

"And who's gonna stop me, huh?" he grunts and jerks his hand free, "You?"

The thought of taking the glass back from him pops into his head. He is at a loss for words. How could he make Kacchan wait until tomorrow? Should he appeal to his honor? His dignity? Kacchan's manners?

"Just please ...don't."

As always, pleading with the blonde was like a squirt of lemon in the eye. Kacchan winced and almost reluctantly put the note back into the glass, giving Izuku, who was still standing in the hallway, a last, deeply irritated look. 

"Thanks or whatever."

And well. With that, the jar was indeed handed over. Ugh. Just like that. 

Izuku takes a last breathless look at Kacchan's hands, in which the glass seems to be even smaller than in his own, before the door slams shut in his face. 

"Good night Kacchan," he whispers, his nerves fraying faster than the fastest cycle of a washing machine, as he heads back to his own room.

The calendar for spoiler immune folks:

[rosesforyouu]

What is this?

CollegeShuri x Black!femreader

⚠️ warning⚠️. This story involves cursing, angst, anxiety, etc.

AUTHORS NOTE; I’m very excited to say that this is my first writing in a while. This is also my very first shuri writing! I’m surely getting back into writing slowly. I’ve decided to give the reader a name for it to be less of an awkward read. Anyways I hope you enjoy the story!

Estrella

Today is just like any other day, me and shuri hung out together in a pre- occupied study room. we book the same study room for a few hours each, which ends up with us having the room technically all evening after our classes.

Me and shuri has been friends for a while now, since both of us come from wakanda, and our dorms are almost right next to each others. Which is really helpful usually after we leave the study room we go back to hers and continue working for a while.

We rarely get work done in the study rooms sometimes, it’s honestly just a spot we go and talk about our classes that day. Sometimes we even get our favorite Chinese spot after a long day.

Today shuri booked her hours before mine, so I’m on my way to study room #519.

——————————-

Finally arriving at the study room i knock as i open the door to make my presence known. I’m greeted by a very energetic shuri. “ Is that my favorite person?” She said dragging out her words. “ indeed it is!” I said, a smile forming on my face. plopping my stuff down sitting in a near by office chair.

“sooooo” she said spinning my chair to face her direction. “Soooo?” I said grabbing my bag to get my supplies out. “ how was your day, sweetface?” She said bringing her full attention to me.

She gave me that nickname the day we first met. I was stuffing my face with (favorite candy). She knew I hated that name.

“ it was ight, mainly filled with notes and annoying ass professors.” I said while opening my computer and putting in the password. “ didn’t know studying forensics would be so boring you know?” I said spinning to face her at this point. Her gaze is intense, intending that she’s listening. “ Not any worse than Mechanical engineering”.

“Well duh I mean, me personally I would fail terribly in that major”.

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It’s been a few hours, but with shuri it feels like we��ve only been here thirty minutes.

She looks so fixated on what she’s speaking about. I pull out my journal, opening it realizing I pick up the wrong one. I read a page or two before putting it down on the desk reminiscing about the night I wrote them.

I spin around grabbing my bag to get my real notes journal, by time I turn around my eyes widen at shuri as she picks up the journal.

The book of my life. I’ve been writing in it for a while now. I write every night before bed no matter what time I get inside, No matter the circumstances.

“What is this?” Shuri says unknowingly, with a curious look. I’m at a lost for words as I try to grab it from shuri. “ don’t touch that!” I say my voice booming with surprise.

She puts her hand up before I can grab it. “ that wasn’t my question, now was it sweetface?” She says smirking at the slightest. “ I-it’s not important, just something I write in. Well, it’s kinda important to me can I have it please” I say with a weary smile on my face. Trying not to freak out, she literally has my heart in her hands right now.

“ hm what’s in it?” She says intrigued. “ ummm, I don’t know some thoughts..” I say still hoping she would give it back without opening it. “ how about I read a few pages, yeah?” She says with a little smile. “ HELL NO” I practically scream try to snatch it out of her hand but ultimately failing busting my ass in the progress.

She gives me a look that very much says “ who tf are you screaming at?”.

“ i meann, no thanks i would like it back now thanks.” I say dusting myself off with a forced smile.

“ it couldn’t be that bad, Stella.” She says opening it.

Oh. My. God. She opened it. What the fuck am I supposed to do. All my feelings are in that journal. Literally crying on the inside.

At that moment my fright or flight kicks in and I grab my phone and run out of the study room leaving her and the journal behind.

I run all the way to my room. “ what a fucking idiot picking up the wrong journal.” I say entering my dorm making sure the door is locked behind me. “ oh my god what if that shit ruins our friend ship? There’s no way we can be friends now.“ I say to myself forcing my palms into my eyes.

Shuri

Fuck. “There’s no way we can be friends now.” I say leaning back in my chair.

All of her words, all of the pages replaying in my mind.

Page #519

I Wish

Wish you knew how much time I sent thinking about you

how i pictured you with me

Where ever I went

How I remember everything you ever said

And how I wish

I hadn’t made a better version of it all

Inside my head.

Page #234

My soul needs you more than you think shuri. I wish I could write more about that. I can, but EVERYTIME I pick up a pen it starts admiring you so much that in that moment, my hand starts to be stronger than my brain. It writes songs and poems about you. Sometimes I think, “ can I really love you this much? You’re magic, But you know nothing.

I smile to myself as the reassuring words burn into my mind. I really love her, more than I do myself honestly. Good to know she has mutual feelings.

Then downs on me.

“Oh my god bro I let her run away! it’s gonna be hell trying to find her.” I say rubbing my forehead.

Actually it’s really not I just wish she hadn’t. It would’ve just made my life way easier. she could be in my arms by now.

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Finally arriving in front of Estrella’s door holding bags full of snacks and food from our favorite Chinese place in both hands. I let out a sigh, while knocking on the door.

I hear her on the other side of the door, sniffling. This is gonna be worse than I thought. “ Stella I know your in there. I can hear you.” I said leaning into the door frame waiting for her to open it. “ Stella’s not here right now, go away” I hear a poorly American accented voice on the other side. Does she think I’m dumb? “ you literally have a single person dorm, either you let me in or I let myself in.” I say getting agitated by the second. “ I hear her walk up to the door slowly. “ what do you mean by that?” She asks voice cracking in the process. She’s literally gonna be the death of me.

I drop one arm full of bags, pulling my keys out of my sweat pants pocket. She gave me this key to use In case of emergencies because she found her old key. Very useful if you ask me.

I unlock the door pick up the bags I dropped and walk in, closing the door with my foot.

“ w-where did you get a key?”  she says while wiping her face.

“ don’t worry ab that sweetface. Just know you gave it to me.” I say smiling a bit trying to lighten the mood obviously failing.

I Walk over to her and hug her with my hands around her waist. I can feel her lay her head into my chest.

“ why’d you run away?” I said sternly tightening my grip around her waist with one hand, lifting her chin with my other.

Looking into her eyes all glossy and shit. Yeah we side tracked as shit. Why is my mind in the gutter?

“ you didn’t even get me a chance to saying anything, before you ran.” I said staring into her soul.

“ well? Are you gonna speak or just stare like a owl?” I said raising a eyebrow at her.

“ well.. Ididntknowwhattodoithoughtifiranawayyouwouldntfindmeandicouldavoidyouforawhileandyouwouldforgetaboutitnowthinkingbackonititwaskindadumbimeanstupidhowcouldirunfromsomeonesthatstaysnextdoor?” She says jumbling her words speaking in a speed nobody can understand.

I roll my eyes, at her high toned voice “ maybe give me time to speak next time, yeah sweetface?” I say unfazed with anything she’s said.

“ if you would let me speak you would’ve known that one, I adore your writing love. You have a very good way of writing your words. And especially those love letters you recall yourself writing.” I say smirking seeing her melt in embarrassment.

“ of course I love you way beyond a friend I have for months. I’m no scaredy cat myself but I didn’t plan on telling either” I admit looking anywhere but in her eyes

“ y-you do? “ she asks

I nod. Which leaves us in silents for a while, silent tension that could be cut with a knife.

Fuck it.

I smash my lips onto hers, feeling her instantly kiss back.

AUTHORS NOTE; there may or may not be another part coming out to this story. Honestly I don’t know how to feel about this part. But I hope y’all enjoyed it!



[usarmytrooper]

Dude’s got a great smile. I hope he doesn’t actually drink Coors though. Blech! 🤢

[studentsoflidark]

Current Dorm Setup

[noroamenial]

Me every night being the only tarot reader in the dorms

[vizzy740]

Late Night TodoMomo

Momo didn’t usually go out to the commons rooms at night. After curfew, everyone was supposed to go to bed, and loitering around in the common rooms was an easy way to get in trouble.

That’s why Momo didn’t usually participate in such behavior, but once in a while, she wouldn’t have a good night’s rest, like when she was feeling bad about how she’d done on some hero training exercise or some other event, or like this night, where there was an exam in the following morning.

She’d found that the best way to calm herself down was walking down to the kitchen in the commons, brewing herself a cup of tea, and eating a small pastry left by Sato during his weekly baking sessions. She usually  reviewed the chemical compounds for different types of wood and paints during this time. She’d memorized them all when she’d first learned to read and write, in her quest to make her first real object with her quirk, a matryoshka doll.

Thankfully, the rest of the class hadn’t raided the fridge yet, and Sato’s pastries, –baked just last night, most likely as Sato’s own anti-stress ritual– were untouched.

She was savoring a small pastry. She thinks Sato called it a mini boston cream pie, and it did fit the description, but she couldn’t know for sure until she asked him tomorrow.

It was delicious, like all of Sato’s creations, not too rich and with just the right amount of sweetness and moisture.

 She was reading a chemical compound book (though really she already knew what was inside) and waiting for her tea kettle to whistle when she heard the elevator doors open.

Then out stepped Todoroki.

It was strange seeing him late at night. Even though they lived together in the dorms. She'd never seen him look so disheveled, though she supposed she wasn’t very close to him.

She’d never seen him in his nightclothes, but they weren’t anything interesting, just a plain loose pair of pants and a white button up shirt.

They were ruffled and wrinkled and clearly hadn’t been ironed in some time, though Momo supposed that such a thing didn’t matter, and Todoroki probably didn’t care if the pants of his sleeping wear looked crisp and straight or not.

His hair was also mussed, and the red and the white mixed together at his part, with flyaways all around.

He stumbled over to the kitchen counter to stand next to Momo, though he seemed ready to topple over at any second. He blinked, and seemed to gain a bit of clarity from his groggy state, “What’s that smell?” He asked.

“S-Sato’s desserts, he made them yesterday, mini boston cream pies I believe he said? I can get one if you would like,” Momo told him, feeling her face flush slightly as she rambled, “And I-I’m boiling some water for tea, would you like some? It has a mild sedative, since it’s for helping people to fall asleep, but I have other options I can take out too–”

“Yes, I would like that.” He interrupted.

“The cream pie or the tea?” Momo asked, smiling slightly.

“Both.” Todoroki stated bluntly. “And I want the sedative type of tea.”

“Did I disturb you?” Momo asked as she took out a cup, and another bag of the same tea.

“No. I didn’t even know you were down here.” Todoroki answered.

The kettle whistled, and Momo hurried to take it off the stove and turn the dial off. She poured the water into the cups, and handed one to Todoroki.

She was surprised for a second as he put his hand fully around the cup, before remembering his quirk. Then she hurried off to grab a second miniature pie from the fridge and handed it to Todoroki as well.

After she put it in his unoccupied hang, he watched it with his usual monotone stare before taking a bite of it, then the ends of his mouth raised slightly. Only those who really knew Todoroki well could tell it was actually a smile and not just some odd, different version of his usual emotionless expression.

She smiled, “I’m happy you like it.”

He turned to meet her eyes, and with his cheek similar to that  of a chipmunk, his cheeks slightly puffed out, Momo couldn’t help but give out a little giggle.

Todoroki was cute like that, when he did those little, easy things in life, when the untouchable feeling he gave off melted away, showing the boy underneath.

A boy that Momo liked.

She smiled at him as she let the thought swirl in her mind. By the time she returned back to reality, taking in the changes to her surroundings, she felt herself flush again.

Todoroki was less than a foot away from her, still staring into her eyes.

“T-Todoroki.” she stammered, too dazed to say anything but his name.

She glanced around, and saw her cup upon the counter beside her. She picked it up and glanced into it, upon seeing that the water was sufficiently colored by the tea bag, she decided that it had steeped for long enough, and removed it from the water, dropping it into the nearby kitchen garbage can without moving from their close position.

“I think the tea’s steeped long enough. Do you want me to put yours in the tea bag?”

Todoroki shook his head.

“The taste might get worse if you don’t.”

“I don’t care.” He replied, “I want the sedative to be at its most potent.”

“Okay…?” Momo answered hesitantly. She took a sip of her tea. It was nice, as it usually was.

Todoroki continued to look at her. Momo wasn’t really used to this. She’d seen Todoroki look at her every once in a while, he stared at everyone really, if he took an interest in something, his eyes would just stay on it, either not knowing or not caring about being strange.

Usually it was fine, and it didn’t make Momo uncomfortable most of the time, it was more of a question of why.

Because the why changed everything.

Her face was hot. Todoroki had walked back up to her, and they were close again.

Then Todoroki touched her face, and–

It was cold.

She blinked, a bit surprised at how cold it felt.

“Is that good?”

“I– uh, yeah.” She answered, because it was nice, the cool feeling, it was a bit surprising, but overall it was soothing, it felt good on her left cheek. “I… thought you were going to do something else.”

“What else would I do?” Todoroki asked, his voice even as usual, even as he leaned close to her, their noses barely an inch away from each other. He kept his hand on his face.

“Kiss me.” 

“Do you want me to?” Todoroki asked. For Todoroki, the monotone of his voice sounded completely genuine.

“D-do you want to?” Momo asked, her voice trembling.

“I think so.”

“Then… do it.” Momo breathed out.

And he did.

(Catcity)

[snowswan-royalehigh]

my alt's dorm!

THE HORSE HAS MY WHOLE HEARTTTT

If they didn't add furniture to the calendar, she would be one the floor rn.

[high-quality-tiktoks]

Nothing quite like the housing shortage