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keshimasu​:

  That would explain a lot of things.  The cold, the noise.  The new question if there were frozen bodies outside the door.  At least to his knowledge Shoto hadn’t killed anyone yet, he’d heard about him being ‘merciful’ at usj, but it was still slightly alarming to think about.  Frostbite and hypothermia could set in quickly even if they were just stuck up to their ankles.  “You-” he is trying to put on a teacher voice, but the sudden light cuts him off.  It almost immediately gives him a headache and has him squeezing watering eyes shut.  “Wait-we?”  He does his best to open eyes and glare, but the fine muscle control isn’t quite there and he barely succeeds in squinting.   “You’re not alone.”  Shouta makes a mental note to yell at them later, trying to make sure he’d remember later.  Arms prick with pins and needles once circulation returns and he awkwardly flaps hands around trying to get feeling back into them.  “Of course.  Why would you be smart for once?”  A part of him acknowledges he should be grateful and he doesn’t have the capacity to actually get angry, but it’s a repetitive habit he doesn’t want students repeating any more.  “Who else is here?  Who’d you call?”   To his credit, he doesn’t immediately buckle upon standing.  Just sort of lurches and ends up holding onto the chair.  It’s dizzying the way his heart is racing after not having to fight gravity as hard, muscles barely functional from disuse and drugs.  His wrists are still raw from multiple attempts at breaking out, shoulders sore from being forced back.  Something’s probably dislocated in his chest, likely a rib.  “Fuck.”

Aizawa seems about as displeased as he’d expected, as they’d all expected really, but it hadn’t been enough to stop them from getting involved. Still, Shoto was sure they were quickly reaching the limit on the amount of times they could get off with warnings for things like this. And that’s if this didn’t end up being the final straw, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it if it meant they could get Aizawa out of there. “I’m not.. I’m with Midoriya, Bakugou and Kirishima. We split up to cover more ground.” 

He watched carefully as his teacher worked at getting feelings back in his harms, Shoto’s own body still facing the doorway in case they were interrupted. “We didn’t exactly do this on purpose. We just got lucky. Saw one of the men who took you while we were in the area.” He steps forward automatically as Aizawa falters a bit, holding out an arm for him to take if he needs it. Shoto of all people knows that not everyone wants to be made to accept more assistance than they need, but he’d be happy to help Aizawa walk if necessary. “I called my father.” Not something he’d really wanted to do, but he’d known the man would answer and he could respect his father’s work as a hero. Now wasn’t the time to let personal problems get in the way. “I’m pretty sure Midoriya let All Might know as well.” 

He led the way towards the hall, he knew he’d need to thaw the men there soon to avoid any undue damage, but he needed to get Aizawa out first. Maybe he could hand Aizawa off to Izuku and come back. Or maybe his father would arrive and be able to deal with them. “How badly are you hurt, Sensei?” While his expression didn’t change much, there was visible concern in his eyes. They still had to get back out of the warehouse, but Shoto would protect his teacher with all he had. As he knew the man would do for him.

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When Kirishima gets stressed he tends to tense up like a lot of people do in response to stress. However, unlike most other people, tensing up often leads to him subconsciously activating his quirk. He just tenses and tenses until his skin and muscles go rigid. He doesn’t always notice right away and it’s often not his full body. You can tell he’s really stressed when his shoulders or the back of his neck go hard, or his hands which he’ll also usually clench and unclench. If he’s stressed enough, it might be difficult for him to turn off even when he realizes it, because he just can’t relax.

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Munday Questions

♥ What is your favorite book from childhood?

The Harry Potter series hands down. but I was also really into A Series of Unfortunate Events, and the Magic Treehouse series. Then got into PJO and stuff in middle school.

☾ Which season is your favorite?

It’s a bit of a tossup between Spring and Fall for me. But I think Fall wins by just a bit. 

ultraqrk​:

A PAUSE .   “  can i try ?  “   she has been practicing to lift bigger weight with her earjacks !

“You think you can?? Sure, I guess.” He isn’t convinced.