Manifestedsun:

manifestedsun​:

“Discount shop had them for cheap.” 

“Cool! Where are you taking them? Need any help?”

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tokoyami fumikage // reveled by eros // follows from @symboliic

manifestedsun​:

“Hm? Oh, sure.” He shifts to pass Kirishima a bag or two. “My place isn’t too far from the agency, I’m just bringing them home.”

Kirishima grabbed the bags, peeking into them to see the items up close. 

“It must be nice living so close to the agency! You’re going to decorate your place then?”

The call of his name snaps Shoto out of whatever daze he seemed to have been in. He didn’t recognize the man in front of him, but given his outfit and questions, Shoto could only assume he was a hero. Glancing behind the man, Shoto realized he didn’t really recognize his surroundings either, he must have zoned out of his way back from the store. But he had to answer so he didn’t concern the hero any more than he may have already.

“Yes, that’s correct. I was just getting some supplies, I hadn’t realized it’s gotten so late.” Shoto told the hero, raising the bag that had been hanging low in his limp grip. This wasn’t good, he hadn’t lost focus like that in a while. What if some villain had attacked? He wasn’t even sure what he had been thinking about.

“I’ll return now, thanks for the reminder.” Looking around again, Shoto frowned, just a small twitch of his mouth. He didn’t really want to ask this, but he couldn’t just wander around looking for the train stop given how late it already was. “Actually, do you know where the nearest train stop is?” 

@quirkdriven​ | Daiki Starters

Staring at the youngest Todoroki, Daiki finds himself wondering how he got into this situation.

Had the young man gotten lost? While Tokyo wasn’t too far away from UA, he didn’t understand why one of the students would be out at this time of the day. It was nearly sundown and he was sure the school at a curfew, so if he didn’t get back to the school soon, he’d most likely get in trouble.

Frowning to himself, the hero sighs deep, adjusting the groceries in his arm and approaching him.

“Todoroki Shoto, right,” He chirps, smiling down to the student, “What are you doing out at this time of the day? Do your teachers know you’re out this late?”

“Whoa, where did you get all that?”

He’s got several arms full of spooky stuff.