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「 ♩♫ 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑜-𝑘𝑢𝑛 | madeofsouls. ♩♫ 」
@yiqiannian asked: Utau is managing to come up with the idea just for Christmas. A present before he leaves for his week long study at a Hero Agency. How she found the courage, almost a miracle, is something that keeps her going. Her heart beats fast when she comes up to their dorm, entering to excited classmates setting up decorations with Aizawa-sensei off to the side with Eri talking to Midoriya.
It takes a few moments longer before the class realizes they have another guest among them. With none of her friends there to shield herself behind, Uraraka and Yaoyorozu helping her out with Iida enforcing that they shouldn’t crowd her. Most of them have seen her by now and shared greetings. However, Ashido giggles.
“Todoroki-kun~ someone’s here to see you!”
Utau turns pink, her hair down and lightly styled—pretty and out of her face with faint waves. She clutches the bag close to her chest, hiding the little present inside, wrapped in the same navy blue color as his hero uniform. 》unprompted! always welcome
Shouto never had much attachment to holidays. They were celebrated, but only really tolerated on his and Natsuo’s part for their sister. Some times Endeavor joined in, but thankfully his work kept him busy and out of their hair. That man didn’t deserve more celebration and praise.
Feeling the tinsel in his hand start to melt, he passes it off to the closest person to him and begins to walk away. He needs a distraction before he actually catches on fire in frustration.
It’s as he shoves his hands in his pockets that someone calls for him. Expecting to find the subject of his irritation coming for a visit, Shouto instead finds the one girl in his life that brings him any measure of peace. A slight smile tugs at his lips as he heads towards her, unclenching his jaw and forcing himself to just relax. Utau was like a rabbit, she’d sense the tension in his posture and be uncomfortable. He wasn’t about to cause any panic in her as he had before.
“Hey, Utau-chan. I’m glad you could join us.”
By now, he knows that she doesn’t like to speak, especially around so many people. “Do you want to… help me prepare tea for everyone?” It’s the first thing he can think of, despite it not being what he was about to do.
Her gaze lifts to the taller boy when he approaches her. There’s a faint heat that’s radiating off of him that she only tightens her hold on the present to her chest. Utau quizzically watches him, wondering what’s made him angry, even if he’s forced himself to relax.
She gives him a small nod when he greets her. She makes another nod again when he asks for her help to make tea. Following him into the shared dormitory kitchen where she imagines the tea and tea sets are, the quiet of the kitchen calms her anxiety some, but doesn’t lessen the nerves she has in giving him a present. Still, he’s warm compared to how cold it is outside that she follows after him to keep to his warm side.
The kitchen is quiet, muffled by walls that the excitable noises outside in the main room feels far away. Now, even if she speaks up, her soft voice is still easy to hear. She’s been in the kitchen before so she reaches around to pull out the teapot and the appropriate tea leaves, handing it to him. It’s only when she’s watching him prepare the tea that she gently tugs on his sleeve, standing close that she peers up.
❝Shouto-kun,❞ she whispers, blushing as she suddenly looks down. It’s almost as if the imaginary bunny ears have appeared as she frets in place. It takes a few moments longer before she offers him the gift. Her voice is barely audible when she squeaks out, ❝Merry Christmas.❞
There, she managed to give him the gift and now her heart is about to explode. And her face is burning from her nerves alone.
s.c. // @madeofsouls // hit me with any one of your babes uwu
Lidded gaze wanders the little party, pale blue eyes watching as he feels just every so slightly out of place. After all, he’s a wanderer by nature so he’s not entirely disinterested, but he’s also not quite used to the busy and almost meddlesome environment of a party at a place like this. Loud music pulses through the entire house, the house party only ramping up as red cups are in large abundance.
Plenty of women have already approached him as have a few men, each one proposing their own definition of what is fun and what isn’t. Still, the young man only makes an easy smile as he deflects each one of them. Even when his friends who took him appeared, promising something or other, Orion only arches a brow and points a cup in their direction. Though, he can tell from the look in their eyes, that they know he’s about to escape this place.
Somehow, it’s in moments like these that he finds himself thinking about his father, the disinterest tugging that it lingers close to boredom. In a way, he does miss his father for the continuous challenges he’s often posed before him; finally, a talent to match his father’s wits aside from his mother. The variety of drinks were alright, but, as per usual, he finds his alcohol tolerance too stupid high for him to really feel the effects.
So when someone comes to his side as he drinks and drains the cup, he makes an idle comment, expecting no response in return, especially when the game of beer pong is full of stupid shenanigans, ❝That’s a miss.❞ At this point, Orion has resigned himself to calling it like it is. And then, maybe, just maybe, he’ll dip out from this party and go do something else...
Maybe something else like exploring the city, for instance.