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"While I appreciate the faith, it's still best to not put all your eggs in one basket, young Kaminari!" What--- what was the child on about...

"Pfffffft. Aliens or nah, All might would beat that guy blindfolded!"

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Yagi who is a sucker for puppy-dog eyes, unless it's something serious. Give him them, he folds like wet paper. Unless it's something big like getting into a fight or risking one's life, he's probably gonna fold because man can't handle those eyes. Stop it---

Fin who gets so angry whenever someone gives them puppy-dog eyes. All they've managed is making Fin's stance even more firm, possibly also earned their rage. It doesn't matter what it's about- those puppy-dog eyes won't work on them. (Unless it's from Yagi, in which case...critical hit, every time.)

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"A kiss for every month you've been alive, birthday boy."

"Fin,--- that's a lot of--- WOAH---!"

CRASH!!!

....Yagi was going to be busy for a few hours.

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"...if I told people I was thinking about going under the demiboy flag...would that make me a twink..."

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Update Number 4 (Continued from This Post)

Long Story short! On April 9th My Job of 5 years unexpectedly announced that they will be closing. What we THOUGHT would be May 31st.

Last week we were notified that today will be our very last day. Which has left me with even LESS time to prepare for this unexpected change.

Between inconsistent paycheck, and a sudden increase of expenses. I have been left in a situation where I might be struggling to pay bills until I get back on my feet.

So I have opened up at Tip Jar (On Ko-fi) in the hopes to make up for lost income.

If You can donate I will appreciate it. but please do not donate if you are also struggling financially.

Even if you can't donate. A share will be just as appreciated.

Currently: I have been working on a plan with the help of career Advisors, and former mentors to try my best at forming a plan. Us closing an entire month sooner has knocked me off course a little.

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"I'll make sure to do as such." A quick offer of a hum in turn, hearing his own voice- strengthened by One for All- echo from his pocket. A text message is here! "Knowing Fin, that'll likely be the case...they tend to be early to things. Though,...so am I." He chuckled quietly. He couldn't help it- he didn't want to inconvenience anyone, which resulted in such things happening with relative regularity. "....I'm sure the other faculty will come around, eventually."

They were all Heroes- surely they couldn't all remain prejudiced against Soren forever. Though Yagi did worry,...it wasn't something he was willing to show.

"Captain America?" Yagi chuckled. "...yes, Hawks did run into him a while back. I only regret that I couldn't have met the man, myself." He was sure the Hero was a fellow bleeding heart, at his core. It couldn't be helped- one didn't get close to the top of the chart just by feats alone. "And the work with getting heteromorphs to be more accepted at large by the American Hero culture has been nothing short of a joy to hear about." Though he'd initially meant fictional superhero films,...this also worked. A chance to talk about colleagues- and maybe learn about some the younger Hero knew of, that he didn't.

“Ah, good then. Let me text you the address now before I forget.” Soren chirped back as he pulled out their phone, quickly sending the taller man the location. “If you get there before me, look for the person with the panther ears and tail. That’ll be Ryoichi Hisei, my friend. She’ll get you two squared away in a booth while I get there.” He informed before tucking the device away once more.

“Ah, you’d think so, no?” Soren shrugs, wringing their hands together. “I think some of them are still on the fence about me, let alone letting me near their students.” It would make sense, given what happened to him at UA during their younger years would make sense. He shrugs. “Aizawa occasionally has me talkin’ to his kids, at least. Good group of kids.”

They smile reassuringly as Yagi tries to find some topic the two of them can chat over. “A few, yes. I used to watch them with my mom while she was teaching me english.” He didn’t often talk about their parents, the duo a sore topic, but just this once he can handle it. “I heard Hawks met that one super a while ago. The uh…blue and red one. Stars, what was his name..?”

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So Today I was informed that My job of 5 years will be closing. And I have a little Under 2 months to find a way to make up for the Loss of Income.

ON top of that DUE to the closure, My next few paychecks MIGHT not be as high as they typically are.

(More Details Under the Read more)

I do have a plan to try and recover from this Asap, but bills don't really stop despite my unexpected decrease in pay. And There is a chance It might take a moment to get to the same level of income.

Heart broken doesn't even begin to describe how I feel about this unexpected change. I was expecting to be at this place for at least another 4 years.

So In anticipation for what looks will be a rough few months. I have opened a tip jar on Kofi.

Which can be found here.

I am not normally the type to ask for a handout, but with the prospect of a very big change I am trying to plan for the anticipated drop in wages, while I figure out a plan on what to do. Any amount, or even a share will help me recover.

Please don't donate if you are also struggling finanically, but if you could share this I would really appricate it.

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Well,...he couldn't deny that the teen was right. The blond meant well- but there would undoubtedly be backlash and a new wave of insults awaiting young Ichigo if he were to personally step in on the teen's behalf. Or, if he tried to start a media campaign concerning it...he let out a small breath. True enough. And it was far from his intent to make the situation worse.

"...be that as it may,...you are always welcome to stop by my office, if you need to speak to someone. My door will be open." One eyebrow raised at the mention of 'coddling'. "Elementary or not, words can hurt- the sentiments behind them are not quite so soft. I would extend my hand to help anyone- not just you, young Ichigo." Though that didn't really defeat the point. "You don't have to face it alone." He hoped some of the students around him would have better luck of helping him,...such as young Bakugo, as frightfully aggressive as that boy could be- he did have a Hero's heart.

He stood. If the boy so desired it,- then he'd take his leave. The blond could only hope he would actually reach out and take that offer, one day. All Might still intended, of course, to do a bit of legwork...just not anything that would be in the forefront. He could work from behind the scenes- something he'd admittedly only got better at in more recent years. He couldn't just let what he'd heard totally slide. That just wasn't in his nature.

'His secretary' was going to be busy, for a while. At least- that was the plan that was gradually forming...though unbeknownst to him, his day was going to horribly derail soon enough.

Even if the man helped, Ichigo would still face ridicule, potentially even more for 'needing to be protected (coddled) by All Might'. He really didn't have a good way out of his situation. There didn't seem to be a way out of it.

He wasn't even a unique case. Some of his classmates were...similarly abnormal looking. But what they had was spirit, a charming personality. What did Ichigo have? Wickedly sharp horns and a personality that was as pleasant as sandpaper. His grades were fine. Not like he had the time to study more with having a job on the side.

"...You'll just make it worse, honestly. Sure, you're trying to help, but..." The teen's voice faded out, frowning and looking down at his feet. "I appreciate the thought, though."

It wasn't like he really had a reputation to protect anyway. If All Might wanted to do something on his own, well, he didn't ask. Hopefully the others like him would benefit from it, at least. "If you do something, I don't wanna hear about it. I'm not going to be coddled by a teacher just because of some elementary-level insults."

Even if those 'elementary-level insults' hurt like knives in his back.

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"If they were, or I was...I don't think their cat would be very happy." A small, joking lilt had entered his voice. "If anything...I'm sure such a place would be like catnip, for them." If he had a good bead on their likes, which the blond was pretty sure he did.

It was both a relief and faintly concerning to see the medbay utterly devoid of life. But at least that meant less eyes to see him being carried in such a way. It certainly wouldn't influence All Might's reputation, but...it was still a little embarrassing. He'd just count himself happy Soren had been willing to help him at all. Beggars couldn't be choosers, and all that.

"Surprised- I would've thought one of the teachers would jump at the chance to have you answer questions from students." Strictly speaking, most of the faculty were Pros, as was Soren (kind of- he was still upset about the other not strictly being allowed to be without a 'handler')...but different perspectives were good. Soren could at least relate to the students who had less kind responses from the public. Surely that would do such children a world of good?

"Don't worry about it." It was normal, in this form. He was accustomed to being an afterthought- if he was even considered at all. "That just means you and I have more to talk about, now." Though, he had spoken with them at length as All Might...so, he supposed that wasn't quite true. It would be new ground for him, but familiar for Yagi. "Admittedly, I'm drawing a blank on what to speak about. We've known each other long enough that idle musing over something like the weather feels out of place." So did most small talk- but what did that leave? "I don't suppose you're into American superhero films, by chance?" He was actively grasping at straws.

He'd been the one to ask Soren to stay and chat in the first place. Yagi would feel like an ass if all the weight of conversation were to be shifted onto the other's shoulders- hence, his small attempt.

Soren’s attitude towards civilians was more often than not reassuring, especially with Yagi. His anger was directed towards the press and the commission, not civilians who treated them nicely. And with no anger to be held, he did try to be a reassuring and comforting presence. Whether that worked or not was up in the air, more often than not dependant on how they were perceived.

He nods softly, smiling warmly then. “I’ll text you later about it then, hm? We can set up a date where the three of us can meet. I know a lovely cat cafe my friend owns. Unless one of you is allergic in which case we can figure something else out.” They shrugged, not worried either way. Something would work out. He nods when their offer to help lie was refused.

Soren enters into the medbay, glowing eyes flicking around to find it empty, lacking both Recovery Girl and students. Good for the students, not so great for Yogi. “Hm, probably.” He walks over and sets Yagi down on an empty bed. He pulls up a chair once the other asks them to stay, nodding softly. “I don’t mind. Aizawa’s off teaching his class so I’ve got the day off for the most part.”

They get comfortable in the chair, one leg shifting to rest his ankle on the opposite knee. “That is true, we don’t get to chat much. Feels like what little we do it’s always about work or me asking you to tell All Might something. Forgive me, it’s not been my intention.” They sheepishly muse, looking away briefly.

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He didn't like it. Didn't like his injury, his scar- the way he was looked at. Fragile- it was a constant. A constant, unwelcome thing when he wasn't regarded as some monster in this form. But at least the other's gaze held a kindness to it- a warmth that felt so lacking when he accidentally caused problems in public, rare as those were.

"I'm alright." He managed, wiping at his lips. He could only imagine the whine.

"...yes,-- sorry." They'd leaked a bit too much into his conversation, hadn't they? But it was hard not to focus on that when all he had was his work, and them. And with his work slowly dwindling, day by day...well. At least he had more time to watch his American movies. What could be said, those superhero films were fun! "You'd be more than welcome to meet them- I'm sure you two would get along well." A little too well would be the sole worry, there.

He shook his head.

"I appreciate the offer, but no. I'm not willing to lie, especially not to Recovery Girl...and especially not if it results in you 'taking some of the heat', as it were." He could handle Recovery Girl's ire...he'd done it before. Though it would be no less damaging to listen to her go on- she certainly meant well, but there came a point where one's patience always ran out,...and Yagi had long been going to her for his healing, and been dragged to her more times than he could count...of which, this would be added to the tally- though far more physically than others.

"You've already done far too much for me, Soren. Of which I am deeply grateful- I don't know how long it would've taken me to get to Recovery Girl's medbay, otherwise..." Though as the two crossed through the tall door into her medbay,...they were met with an empty medbay. She must've been attending injuries from one of the classes. Yagi let out a breath- at least that would save him her rage, if only for a few minutes more. "...you can set me down on one of the beds. I'm sure she'll be by soon."

His eyes flicked about the empty medbay.

"...would you be willing to keep me company, until she gets here? It feels as though you and I talk very rarely." Soren and him didn't exactly 'cross paths' beyond Yagi telling them what was up with 'All Might', after all...so...there'd never been much in the way of true conversation, before.

Though he couldn't shake the sense he was opening himself up to problems, if he wasn't careful with his diction.

Soren’s steps falter once Yagi starts to cough, attention immediately on him. He waits patiently for the other to recover, brows furrowed and eyes clouded with concern. They wanted to help, to find some way to help ease the other’s situation, but Yagi had already said he’d done all he could. Even so, the need to help, to be useful, burns hotly in the hero villain’s chest. “You okay?” He asks, voice softer than intended. “We’re almost there, okay?” What they hope is a reassuring smile is given before he continues to walk.

They smile warmly, nodding. “It was a compliment, yes.” Despite how talkative he could be, they much preferred to listen then to talk. It’s why this entire walk he’d stayed mostly quiet. “Also you’ve mentioned your ‘other’ a few times now. Guessing that’s who said the words you’ve got on you? I’d love to meet them, if that’s okay?”

At the muttered mention of Recovery Girl, Soren laughs softly. “If you’d like, I can say I spooked you and made you trip? Take some of the heat off you.”

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"I fear that, if I stop- if I dare offer myself a moment of rest- I will crumble into a thousand pieces."

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"Oh, no." Yagi chuckled at the thought. "No, Fin drives just fine in a regular car. If anything, they're a hint safer than most." Just a touch on the cautious side- though he supposed that probably came from the wild drivers in the states....

"You're welcome!" Fin had taken their own bottle and taken a massive swig- before heading off for their next, decidedly solo, kart.

"Don't worry, there'll be no adrenaline-junkie-shenanigans, from me." And there weren't- he was very much the opposite of his other in regards to his kart-driving, instead keeping it safe and sane. No speedy corners, no slamming the gas- simply driving appropriately, taking the time to explore the track.

“Thank you. Do they drive that bad in a regular car?” She suddenly felt bad for Yagi if so. Mode couldn’t judge too much - she didn’t know how to drive.

“Thank you.” Pe bowed a little before receiving & twisting the bottle open, drinking about half of it.

“Okay. I think I’m ready.” The woman nodded at Yagi, hoping not to regret continuing.

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Yagi certainly didn't view it as 'nosy'. He viewed it solely as 'concerned'- something that felt like it was so rare when it came to those who only knew him as All Might. After all, All Might was essentially a god- incapable of falling. Incapable of faltering. How would the world have reacted if it knew just what such a being had become?

A thought he didn't want to entertain.

"Luck of the draw. Genetics has nothing to do with Words, though some scientists have seemed insistent on trying to find a 'Words' gene." He didn't think it existed. Why would it? Perhaps that was just bias from the way he'd been taught when he was young- but if evidence ever showed to the contrary,...he'd change his tune. A quiet chuckle escaped the blond- faltering into a cough that had a hand bolting to the handkerchief Soren had given him- and covering his mouth with it. More blood, splattered onto the fabric as his lanky frame tensed.

It took a few seconds, but the blood eventually stopped- as did the coughs. His bad lung was burning. But it would be fine. Simply a part of his life,...one he'd long-grown accustomed to.

"I'll take that compliment,...you and my other are quite strange in that regard- I don't know of many who care to hear this raspy voice of mine." He raised his hand. "...I mean that in a good sense. It is nice to know some actually enjoy it." The two were coming up on Recovery Girl's room...he let out a breath. "...I can only imagine the scolding she'll give me, this time..."

Soren was at least glad it didn’t come off as him being nosey. That wasn’t their intention, he just worried for people they considered important in his life. Sure poor All Might was stuck with the job of keeping him ‘in line’ but still. They chuckle softly then, nodding to the notion that All Might would be on board with the idea of a bee costume.

The hero villain is quiet as they listen to Yagi, curious about the concept of words. This was the first time he was hearing about them so they were curious. “I see. Is it genetic or just a luck of the draw on whether someone gets them? I know you mentioned Recovery Girl might have some knowledge but I like listening to you talk. Plus, she’d likely get side tracked with making sure I’m not pushing myself during work.”

Among other things, of course. As the main medic he went to, Recovery Girl knew of Soren’s medical history, past and present.