#keshimasu

[resolutepath]

STARTER CALL. // @keshimasu

The rain pours beyond the comfort of his apartment, drizzling down the windows in dreary streams while the winds howl forebodingly. It is not a night for work, thankfully, his duties reduced now that the war is over and his recovery still a work in progress. But that does not mean he does not have his place. Shinya turns at the sound of his doorbell and pads over, unlocking the door and swinging it open to reveal the other hero there.

"Come in..." There are no questions, just the wider opening of the door to welcome the other into the warm ambience of his home, where he holds the one thing he can still offer unreservedly. His spare room, a haven for tired heroes who need sanctuary to rest until they feel ready to face the world again. A space away from cameras and judgement and expectation where peace may be found.

"What do you need? The room is yours tonight..."

[staraze]

MOMO ENTERS WITH THE SAME QUIETNESS SHE ALWAYS DOES. a soft knock to a wooden door frame, and shuffling feet that hardly make any noise when they move. ( the stack of papers in her hands are thick, at least ten pages, neatly stapled in the top left corner. ) their term paper, completed three months early ⸻ because it's momo, so of course it is. " i was ... hoping you'd take an early submission? "

@keshimasu liked for a starter.

[stcries]

the larger pro hero had simply been minding his own business, but he's quickly snapped back to reality when he feels a sudden weight leaning into him from behind. all too quickly, head turns with a confused glance over his shoulder, only to reveal a familiar head of shaggy raven hair resting upon his larger mass. "hey eraser, comfy down there? y'know, i'd let you stay there, but i'm not exactly as comfortable as that sleeping bag of yours, at least i don't think so..."

↳ @keshimasu. starter call.

[djsouled]

crossing the threshold in a dramatic light just isn't in the cards tonight, it seems, as the door hardly makes an opening or a closing sound. and he flops onto the stool with nothing but the soft thud, a swish of hair, and the rattling of all his metal accessories and buckles in movement and impact. mic gives a quiet huff and leans his chin onto a propped up arm, playing absentmindedly with the wood of the long bar table.

" hit me with the same old, (bdown)? i'll tip ya reeeal well if you put an ounce or two extra in there, too. (today fucking sucked.) "

@keshimasu.

[sparkles0n-a]

@keshimasu / closed starter .

❝ Professor — ❞ he’s kept up this ever-smiling mask for so long, he’s not sure Aizawa has ever seen him WITHOUT IT . but finally, the cracks begin to show through . because he’s SURE that his teacher knows . at first he thought himself paranoid, but Aizawa has definitely been keeping a close eye on him . saying strange things — he knows !

❝ I’m sorry ! I can’t DO this anymore ! ❞ tears begin to pour from violet eyes in a steady flow . his body shakes with terror, guilt across his expression .

and he doubles over, holding his head hysterically . ❝ I’ve betrayed you, all of UA … ! I’ve been helping All For One ! he — I’ve been giving him information . locations . anything he wants . ❞

at least they’re alone, just him and Aizawa . he’s sure that the word WILL get out soon, that soon he’ll be arrested or dead and his parents probably will be, too .

❝ that’s why you’ve been looking at me like that, right ? because — you’ve suspected that I’m a horrible villain ? ❞

[rratedhero]

@keshimasu

" did you miss me??"

[starshinc]

@keshimasu - plotted mute!au

he'd really made it to U.A! he was standing right here at U.A!

it was a bit different to his childhood dream - deviating from hero course to support course, but what mattered is that izuku was standing right here! he'd really made it! clutching his communication notebook close (if it was like his middle school, he had no hope of his teachers knowing JSL...), he'd soon made his way to the support lab. it was almost unbelievable - his very own workstation! he can make sure anyone could be a hero with support gear! interacting with his classmates had been interesting, scribbled words and greetings and signing "hello"; but the new support student made things work. everyone seemed really friendly, anyway!

...that is, until a pair of goggles were dropped onto his desk. green orbs snap up to what he could only assume as another teacher, blinking at their broken state. oh. oh, he could fix this!

i can fix these. izuku quickly scribbled in green pen, swallowing hard and trying to ignore the loud banging coming from the other side of the workshop. don't mess this up now, izuku.

um - i mean, if you'd like me to fix these...? pausing then, pushing the notebook so aizawa might be able to read his writing easier, signing another greeting in JSL. just in case.

[chipen]

SPRING  TURNS  TO  FALL  -  CHILL  ADORNING  JOVIAL  AIR  with  the  same  normalcy  it  had  last  year,  and  the  year  before  that,  and  the  year  before  that.  for  kai  though  -  there  is  little  resplendence  in  the  blue  blue  skies,  the  autumn  storms  or  the  sweeps  of  leaves  across  his  booted  feet.  the  seasons  change,  the  sun  rises  and  sets,  years  go  on,  and  overhaul  does  what  he  does  best  -  remake  things.  it's  a  bit  piteous  to  have  lost  his  foothold  to  a  bunch  of  teenagers  and  a  few  pro  heroes  -  even  more  piteous  to  have  lost  eri  herself.  but  where  kai  had  been  a  cold,  unfeeling  creature  -  he  recognized  it  better  for  yakuza  morale  that  their  bread  and  butter  instead  be  made  from  a  grown  man  near  his  own  age,  as  opposed  to  a  young  girl.  their  quirks  weren't  nearly  the  same,  and  it  took  a  bit  of  trial  and  error,  alongside  a  few  remade  limbs  in  the  basement,  but  it  was  nothing  a  pro  hero  couldn't  handle.

his  body  was  resilient,  the  yakuza  would  admit,  more  product  capably  created  from  aizawa  in  a  single  batch  than  what  they  had  been  doing  previously.  so  despite  having  to  move  his  entire  base,  despite  losing  valuable  men,  and  despite  losing  eri  -  he  supposes  the  trade  off  was  well  and  good.  overhaul  hums,  gloved  fingertips  warm  around  his  jaw.  he  does  not  usually  like  to  touch  outside  the  remaking  -  but  the  man  before  him  is  especially  bedraggled  this  week,  coated  in  blood  and  bandages,  paler  than  usual,  and  not  quite  as  desirable  as  kai  remembers  him  being.  ah  well,  he'd  make  him  good  as  new  soon  enough.

that  same  hand  thumbs  lightly  at  the  dark  blindfold  secured  about  aizawa's  features,  carefully  held  in  place  with  a  knot  tied  by  overhaul's  hand  himself.  he  raises  his  opposite  hand,  and  chrono  appears  -  dutifully  plucking  the  white  glove  from  him  without  laying  a  hand  upon  his  flesh,  before  loitering  at  kai's  back  once  more.  he  peers  down  again,  fingertip  running  along  the  broad  expanse  of  aizawa's  shoulder,  over  his  sternum,  and  a  pectoral  without  activating  his  quirk.  he  was  no  saint.  he  just liked  the  hunt.   ❝ you've  been  doing  well,  eraser. ❞  silky  baritone  muffled,  devoid  of  all  life,  and  a  cold  clinical  gaze  peers  at  the  man  seated  before  him.  ❝ perhaps  it's  time  for  your  reward. ❞

@keshimasu

[mutherlessarch]

" i'm alive. " isamu sits up covered in blood that isn't her own. she pulls herself out of the dirt. " sorry aizawa - sensei. didn't mean to bother you. i promise that none of it's mine. at least not today. " / @keshimasu gets a surprise isamu

[dynmghts]

@keshimasu / villain au starter.

a lot of things happened in rapid succession. clearing the final exam and earning his way to the summer camp. travelling there and fighting waves of foes made by pixie-bob's quirk. settling in and working to enhance his quirk, right until nightfall, where they're given the task of traversing through the forest and enduring class b's spooky antics... even to the alarm sounding that villains were there. and not only that: they were there for him.

the last thing he expects is to see his homeroom teacher, the man he's trusted to help him learn and grow as a budding pro hero, among their ranks.

it's a bitter feeling. like venom sitting at the tip of canines, ready to sink into flesh with newfound hatred and disgust, to thrash and tear through skin as a personal vendetta builds. it's bile at the back of his throat and a churning feeling in stomach. he had intentions to throw him under the bus when he got out of there - but ah, he never got out of the league's sharp grip.

they hadn't made an executive decision on what to do with him, now that their merry little leader got his ass kicked by all might and dragged into custody. katsuki despises that his quirk is hindered by metal, and whatever the hell the doctor's been concocting in his freaky-ass medical horror corner - there's no window.

so katsuki directs his energy to the person he's most angry with.

❛ you fuckin' asshole, ❜ he spits out. venom drips in tandem to his emphasised words, glare rivalling that of a sun, blinding and dangerous and burning. he writhes in his restraints. lunges. ❛ you knew it was gonna happen, didn't you? you lead 'em to us too? put everyone in danger 'cause you're a part of their merry band of fuckin' inconsiderate, two-time, b-lister- ❜

teeth clench shut for a moment when he feels eyes boring into him. glare quickly redirects to the other person infringing on their space, and though it doesn't seem to deter them away any faster, he likes to think so, with how they stride through the space with a new level of efficiency.

lethality on features turn from the offending extra to aizawa once more. ❛ didja tell 'em i was gonna be the easy target too? huh? they pissed you got your prediction wrong, sensei? ❜

[xamassed]

⟬ @keshimasu ⟭

"Diamonds are the hardest thing in the world, right?" It was a fairly quiet day, students slumped forward in their seats and studying while the windows sat open to allow in a cooling breeze before the afternoon became scorching. From his seat, Eijiro peered towards his homeroom teacher. "Or is there something harder? Do you think I'll ever be able to make my skin that hard?"

[destruxxon]

@keshimasu ♥'d

There's a small knock on the door before it swings open and the blonde clad in scrubs steps through the door. He glances at the empty bed in confusion, taking a quick look out the door to make sure he's in the right room, before stepping further in and seeing the figure he had been looking for.

Honestly, the sight of this guy covered in bandages attempting to shimmy open the window is kind of funny. Jin snorts and puts a hand on his hip as he addresses the man.

"Hey there, mind not trying to escape right in front of me? I'll get in so much trouble."

[sparkles0n-a]

@keshimasu / starter call .

❝ it only hurts a BIT . ❞

❝ there’s no need to look so — nevermind, actually . ❞

[auditioheros]

❝  𝗢𝗛--  𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗜!! ❞  he's  given  her  a  helluva  fright,  managing  to  crack  her  signature  deadpan.  kyoka's  eyes  fly  down  to  her  phone,  nearly  flinching  when  she  registers  the  time.  it's  way  too  late  to  be  up,  it's  especially  way  too  late  to  be  strumming  her  acoustic  in  the  common  area  (  𝘯𝘰𝘵  𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴  𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦  )  still,  she's  not  too  keen  on  getting  in  trouble,  she'll  scoot  if  she  has  to.  she  just  needs  to  get  this  over  with.

wide  eyes  finally  start  to  come  down,  shock  fading  fast.  it's  not  like  her  to  be  breaking  curfew,  but  after  one  too  many  sleepless  nights,  the  walls  of  her  little  music  studio  started  to  become  a  dreary  sight;  𝘀𝗵𝗲  𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲  𝗼𝗳  𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘆.  she'll  gently  set  her  guitar  down,  looking  to  her  teacher  with  unease,  ❝  um..  so  i  guess  this  means  i  get  detention  or  something,  right? ❞

ft. shouta aizawa, @keshimasu | sc. ( accepting! )

[quirkthieves]

[ fashion show ] sender tries to help receiver choose an outfit reverse ayano because it could be so funny

"No, no. No. I would never hire a man who looks like that." She sighs, beckoning him closer as she examines the disguise.

"The momme weight on this silk is unacceptable." She pulls his tie off and tosses it onto the pile of other rejected items, shaking her head.

"And the pattern of this suit is harsh on the eyes. It's not bespoke to your form, which is just in poor taste." She gestures as she speaks, clearly exasperated.

"And more importantly, I would never allow a bodyguard of mine to carry anything in sets of two. It's threes, fives, or tens. Maybe a seven, if necessary. Please take this seriously." Her arithmomania had been perhaps the most challenging hurdle to overcome-- no matter what, he never seemed to get the count right.

"And please move your bangs to be properly distributed. It's uneven."

[mutherlessarch]

" i'm hitting you with my beam attack. " there's no beam or attack. minidoriya just glaring at eraserhead. obviously she has spent too much time with uncle kacchan. she's so tiny. it's so easy to see the little features of 1-a's problem child from her bone structure to her green hair, to her tendency to cry at a the drop of a hat. but that might just be the side affect of being so small. but her eyes are noticeably different, a familiar shade of purple. makes sense that the problem child would have an offspring so rowdy and imaginative. / @keshimasu gets teeny isamu