Kirishima Slowed Slightly As He Listened To The Muffled Commotion On The Other End Of The Line, It Almost

Kirishima slowed slightly as he listened to the muffled commotion on the other end of the line, it almost sounded like his teacher was in the middle of a fight. But he couldn’t be too busy if he’d answered the phone, right? He was kicked back into gear as he heard Todoroki opening the door to Bakugou’s floor and hurried up after him, bursting into the hall. As he’d assumed, there was a group of their classmates outside of his friends door. On his way in, Kirishima grabbed onto Kaminari to ask him to get a bucket of water and Iida ran off to get some advil as well. 

“It looks like mostly scorch marks,” He told Aizawa as he reentered Bakugou’s room. Todoroki was already sat on the bed near him, trying to use his quirk to being cooling Bakugou down. “Just the broken window from before.” Well there was also a little bit of fire on the windowsill, but Kirishima was able to stifle that quickly enough with a hardened hand, nothing to involve the fire department over. “Shouldn’t we try to get him to Recovery Girl? Or should we just wait for you?” 

  Well, that’s certainly not what he expected to be the call about.  At least it’s on speaker and in a pocket so he’s still hands free to yank on one end of the scarf to trip one of three opponents.  The other two are flung into each other and hastily wrapped up with the remaining party.  “Okay.  Get him advil, get a bucket to put his hands in and fill it with water.  Is there actual damage?  Like…are we missing part of the building or is shit-stuff just scorched?  Do I need to send you guys the fire department to make sure nothing happens while I get there?”   His foot connects to one of the villain’s mouths, effectively silencing them to allow him to listen to the response.  He now has phone out, trying to multitask and get someone to come pick up the guys so he could book it to the dorm.  The report could be done later.   @quirkdriven from here

The electric blonde made sure he was up early, waking up the sturdy hero with a wrapped up box and kiss to the forehead followed by his loud ass voice "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" (for the special kiri in his heart uwu)

Eijiro never thinks that his birthday has to be some big deal, he’s always happy to maybe order some food and spend time with his friends. But he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t pleased to wake up to Denki wishing him a happy birthday, no matter how loud it was. He laughed at the kiss to his forehead and sat up taking the box from the other boy. 

“Wow, thank you! You didn’t have to get me anything! “ But he still smiled as happiness swelled inside of him, he really was lucky to have people like this in his life. 

I Found Peace In Your Violence

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“The mall!” Himiko had tried to keep things vague as long as possible in hopes that Spinner would be more willing to take her if he didn’t know that this wasn’t really crucial. But he knew her too well. “Well it’s mostly me wanting to get out and do something, because you have to admit there’s not much to do here... But! I saw an ad for something that would help all of us! So really the boss just doesn’t know he needs us to do this yet.” 

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          “So… you want me to drive ya to where…?” Spinner questioned, pausing his video game to look at the blonde girl. “Does the boss have something for us to do or is this you wanting to get out and do something?” 

27: grab a fistful of my muse’s hair // dabi @ shoto

f*ck with my muse send a number, get a drabble. caution: blood, torture, lots of violence.

Shoto had been, not intrigued, but curious about Dabi ever since they’d first met. The way the other man had said his name that night at camp had been off, full of more recognition or mocking than he would have normally expected in a first meeting, even with a villain. Of course it was possible that Dabi just knew who his father was. Shoto was easily recognizable and his father had no shortage of enemies. Still, something nagged at him and he couldn’t place it for the life of him.

This second meeting wasn’t going much better than the first, they had been forced into close combat more quickly than Shoto would have liked, and he was unable to use his ice to it’s full potential simply using it to block blue fire before another attack came. It didn’t long for the speed of the attacks to break through his ice, his attempts to stop this only resulting in an explosion similar to his flashfreeze heatwave and sending him flying to the ground. A hand was already in his hair by the time he tried to scramble to his feet.

His breath caught as the hand in his hair tightened, and he automatically straightened to ease the pull, his hand reaching up to feel a scarred wrist, staples scraping against his palm. His hand cooled on instinct, frost spilling from his fingertips, but Shoto wasn’t sure if he’d be able to protect himself against Dabi’s fire at such a close range if the villain decided to burn him. This still didn’t stop him from jabbing an elbow back, trying to get a hit in though he couldn’t see the older man, he wasn’t about to be cooperative. 

“If you’re looking for Bakugou again, I’m not going to help you, so you’re wasting your time.”

       ➣  BLACK ABYSS !!

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