I Dont Know! Its Not Like You Were My First Call, I Know Youre Far Away! Denki Sighed In Frustration

“I don’t know! It’s not like you were my first call, I know you’re far away!” Denki sighed in frustration as he entered the training ground and hid within the buildings. This should buy him some time to finish his conversation, but he’d likely have to figure out a plan and face the villains before a student got involved. 

“Maybe you could see if you could get ahold of someone closer for me since I’m not having great luck?” And now that Shinso mentioned it, UA probably had fortified their security systems. Maybe he hadn’t needed to fry the gate after all... Oops. “Well it would be different since I called you here! But you’re not close enough anyway... I could probably take the down, I just don’t want to short circuit and mess up the arrests after. You’re smart, do you have any ideas?? I’m at Ground Beta.” 

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Shinso HAD been sleeping but that was rudely interrupted when denki decided to call him out of nowhere. This is honestly his fault for keeping communications with heroes to be shit like this was bound to happen eventually. As he made his way to his computer to see if any of the large orgz are attacking u.a. at like I dont know? midnightish? 

Lilac eyes looking at the bright screen. ‘well its not tomura doing the attacking..so probably a smaller villain group.’ he thinks to himself. 

He lets out a low sigh before finally responding back. “What exactly do you want me to do denki? Teleport from eshu to u.a. with my very magical teleporting quirk that I suddenly developed? I thought u.a. would have upgraded security measures after that whole usj incident. Even if i could get to u.a. Your asking someone who doesnt go there anymore to break into u.a. to then run over and help you? “

Tetsutetsu BASHES down the door, one arm struggling to hold a cake that was twice the size of his head and the other pointing a hand right into Kirishima's face. "Bro............happy birthday time."

“Dude! Happy birthday!” Kirishima held a present up, beaming at his friend. It was a little odd at first realizing that they had the same birthday on top of their quirks being so similar, but now Kirishima was just happy to share his birthday with such a cool guy. “That cake looks awesome!”

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.”

“Oh! Thanks.” It wasn’t that Denki thought his sister wouldn’t want to watch him in the sports festival, he just assumed she’d be busy with hero work and miss at least some of it. But it also wasn’t like he’d done that well once he got into the one on one matches, and on top of that he’d gone and fried himself in front of everyone. 

He was proud that he’d made it to the individual matches and for the work he’d done in the cavalry battle, but other than that there was a lot to criticize.

“Hey!” Yup, there it was. He struggled to pull out of his sisters hold, scowling and poking at her with a lightly electrified finger. “How was I supposed to know her hair could leave her body like that?? I just wanted to end things quickly!”

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“I watched you during the sports festival- you really held your own out there”

     There was a sense of pride of course. Uta has always been very proud of her family name and her brother. She was working of course but she had her eyes on him whenever she could and she was genuinely impressed on how far he has come from just this spunky little kid to someone in the hero course. 

      A hint of concern did linger in the back of her head however-… she wouldn’t tell him nor anyone about how she felt during the USJ attack..and how she was told he was there. 

“However-” Grabbing her younger brother, she began to rub at his head to create static “GOING AFTER THAT GIRL? Has my hours of playing Pokemon as a kid never taught you anything? You came out there waaaaay to confident kiddo” 

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