Quirkdriven - People Are More What They Hide Than What They Show

“ sure. “  now that most things are out in the open, shoto isn’t too surprised that all might had questions for him, though that didn’t mean he was prepared. the words ‘i don’t know’ hung in his throat, it would be the easy way out, but it didn’t answer the question and wasn’t necessarily true. but thinking about what he wants without relating it back to his father even as a form of protest, was still relatively new to him. 

“ i don’t think i care about being number one anymore. “  he answered carefully.  “ or it’s not my main goal. “ if he were being honest, he probably didn’t have the outgoing personality expected of a number one hero. of course, then again, neither did his father.  “ i just want to help as many people as i can.. i want to be the kind of hero that could forgive my father. “  how could he be a hero in the truest sense of the word if he held on to so much bitterness and anger? 

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        “can i ask you something?” all might certainly has more time to spend one-on-one with his students, now that he can’t go off fighting villains when he’s supposed to be in class. but he finds that with this extra time comes necessary conversations he hoped he’d never have to have. and he hates to admit it, but his recent run-in with endeavor has shaken him to his core. 

nonetheless, here he sits, in front of the youngest todoroki, with his hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea in hopes of keeping them from shaking.

“your father’s goal was always to surpass me. i have to assume yours was too.” he looks up at him, figuring he’s stared into the hot liquid long enough. “now what happens? with him at number 1, what are you working toward? what sort of hero do you, want to be, kid?”

despairfelt​:

      Bakugo’s capture by the league of villains was a bruise on his ego. It was due to his capture that All-Might had to retire. In a lot of ways, he blamed himself for not being strong enough when it counted most. So he didn’t look too kindly upon his abductors. That included the blonde chick with the fangs. The moment he heard her voice, his shoulders tensed.

      The nickname the Villain had given Bakugou was too friendly. Especially for someone he despised. “Don’t call me that you useless Bunhead!” He hissed. Fingers form a fist as she continued to talk. “Tch,” It was evident he was annoyed. It was because she was right; there were too many innocent civilians. “Fine, whatever. What the hell do you want scum?”

      They say ask, and you shall receive, now Bakugo wished he hadn’t asked. Did she miss him? What the hell? He hadn’t even interacted with her much doing his capture. What an absolute weirdo. Her missing him made absolutely no sense. “What are you after? Don’t lie to me.” The tone in his voice, harsh. “I already told you I’m not interested in joining a pack of whiney losers.”

Himiko could see the exact moment that he recognized her voice, smiling pleasantly at the way he tensed in response. It encouraged her more than anything, managing to get a response out of someone simply by being with them. As expected, Bakugou made it clear that he wasn’t happy to see her, but she just giggled and poked the buns on her head. 

“I don’t think we’re all that whiny. Maybe Dabi and Shi a little bit. But they do have it hard.” Himiko paused to take a sip of her drink from the boba shop, lips closing around the red straw as she watched him. She wasn’t sure why she had to have a reason to want to see him, Maybe that was the problem was heroes, always overthinking things. If they wanted to do something, they should. Though she didn’t think Bakugou had that problem as much as many of the others.

“What am I after... Hmmmm...”  Apparently missing him hadn’t been answer enough, so she’d need to reword it, make it more clear.  “We didn’t get to know each other well while you stayed with us. You left so soon. I think we could be great friends. And friends talk don’t they? Why don’t you sit with me?” She gestured to the small table she’d been sitting at before he walked past. “You’re living on campus now aren’t you? How’s that been? And how is All Might, he looks kinda sick now, doesn’t he? Hope he’s doing okay.”

chargcbolt​:

    “I haven’t, not yet-”

    Kaminaris voice was also quiet and he wasn’t even looking a his friend. He had just relayed information to the league not long ago, sneaking out at night with the others help, covering for him just in case anyone came asking questions-…they knew what they had to do if questions were asked. 

    Looking over finally, he gave the smallest of reassuring smiles “I don’t like waiting either but it shouldn’t be long now…be patient” 

“Okay...” 

It’s hard to know whether he should be relieved or not. He should probably try to let it go for now, like Kaminari suggests. Their classmates could usually tell when he was stressed, and Kaminari would let him know as soon as anything changed anyway. But it was easier said than done.

“Yeah. You’re right.”  Sharp teeth worry at his bottom lip. “Uh.. do you want to play a game or watch something? I don’t think I’ll be able to get to sleep.” He doesn’t think about what it would mean if Kaminari was betraying everyone willingly or maliciously. If that’s the case he’d rather not know. Coward. He can’t do this alone.

cute uraraka

Send ‘rough touch’

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and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine.

My muse throws a punch at yours.

Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.

My muses pushes your to their knees.

Your muse bites mine.

My muse bites yours.

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.

My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

My muse attempts to push off yours.

Your muse roughly kisses mine.

My muse roughly kisses yours.

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

My muse pins yours to the ground.

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

My muse delivers beatings to yours.

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

Mun chooses.