It's no trouble at all. Some of them still likes to arrange group dates despite being in their senior year and everything, I'm sure they'd be happy to meet their charming underclassmen! Gimme a word anytime and I'll text them ASAP.
How is your training? Are you doing okay balancing out classes and your internship?
Hadou-san's a lot better at that than me, so you're definitely in good hands. So long as you're not near failing, you should be good for your studying. I nearly got held back a couple of times in my first year in UA. lol
[ Mirio Togata; hero in every way but not really your hero in academia. ]
You could try being study partners with Midoriya-kun?
Oh, I couldn't. Deku-kun has a lot on his plate right now, and I
["want to limit alone time with him because i sortamaybe have a giant crush?" isn't quite going to cut it. she's just going to agonize over this for a minute, don't mind her.]
I don't want to be selfish and take up too much of his time. So I'll have to find a way to handle it all, just like he does!
[ ... Oho? He's not gonna assume anything just yet but that seemed a little too funny. ]
You're right He's a real hardworker! Balancing school and the internship but not to mention keeping the end goal in sight.
But you know all that weight is really hard on the shoulders and sometimes support in small things like school can help tons Uraraka-san. Think of it this way!! You both would remember the materials together so you'd help him out as much as he helps you.
[this is what happens when you lie: one small lie turns into one BIG lie and then before you know it you have to organize an entire group outing. not that it's not going to be fun, but lesson LEARNED]
Great! I'll be sure to let you know.
But, um. Do you not like to sing? If you don't, it's okay if you don't want to come. Not that I don't WANT you to come! I just hope you don't feel like I'm forcing you to go with us.
[Look, Ochako really isn't sure how this happened. One minute she was running around town, taking advantage of some sales to stock up on a few things, and the next minute... there was a string tied to her pinky finger. A red string.
She'd tried to untie it, of course. No dice. She'd even borrowed scissors from one of the shopkeepers and tried to cut it off, but the little piece of string refused to go anywhere. It was perplexing. Troubling, even? Because who knew where this thing had come from, or what was on the other end?
Well, there's only one way to find out.
She's been following the string for what feels like forever, weaving her way through the streets as quickly as she can. Sometimes she can feel a tug from the other end, like someone is trying to pull her right to them. Which is... worrying. But it's not like she can just live with this thing forever attached to her finger, so she ignores that anxious feeling in her belly and picks up the pace. It's not like it can be too far away, right? She's just going to dodge around a particularly slow couple, turn this corner, and... collide head-on with the very person she's been looking for. Nice.]
[ he might be bakugou katsuki asshole extraordinaire but he's still pretty in tune with hero news. deku might be the kind of nerdy idiot who would be glued to his phone screen and have pings for the latest newest developments with agencies and villain chases, but bakugou... well, he doesn't follow a lot of heroes because he still has the ambition to be the best so why even bother with other people. but he does keep up with news about incidents.
so there's this new criminal, villain name cupid or something stupid, with some sappy stupid lovetie quirk that affects random people in a large area of his vicinity and he must have gotten caught up in it on his way home to the dorms from extra classes because he sees the string manifest on his finger and he stares at it with a scowl.
there are actually already fans of 'cupid' trying to find their supposedly fated soulmate by following the string... that's some bullshit. he's not interested at all.
at... all... nope.
... which is why he's following to see who it could possibly be tied to, just so he could yell at them for being a naive idiot. and then he turns a corner and a girl barrels into him. ]
Oi, look where you're going-- [ ... wait a minute. ] Uraraka? [ huh... it's her. he doesn't particularly hang out with her outside of classes so it's almost a little surreal walking into her outside of school but there she is.
someone nicer than he is would... probably try to help her up. he just nudges at her with a foot. ] You also watch it, round-face. [ ... wait a minute. his eyes follow the string on his hand to... hers.
[The collision knocks Ochako straight on her butt, and her precious groceries--okay, more like a handful of cheap snacks and sweets--spill out all over the place. Ouch. She grimaces a bit, hand going to rub the small of her back as she tries to get her bearings, but... then there's a very familiar voice above her? And a foot poking her in her side?]
Bakugou? [She blinks up at him, just as surprised to see him as he is to see her. Well, maybe a bit less surprised than he is, because he's staring down at her in a really odd way. He's probably just mad that she ran smack into him, right? Because it really was kind of her fault. And while it's rude to poke someone with your foot and just stare at them, she's still nice enough to offer him a slightly sheepish grin.] Ah, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going! It's jus--
[But that grin slips right off her face as she follows his gaze down to her... hand? To the finger with that weird bit of red string, actually. Which is... attached to... the string tied around his finger. Oh, but that's just silly. And impossible. But as she slowly raises the hand attached to the string and gives it a quick tug, there's no denying that Bakugou's hand moves just a little bit, too.]
Eh? Y-You have one, too? And it's... we're...
[She's not even thinking about how ridiculous she must look, still sitting on the ground and staring wildly at the string connecting her to Bakugou. How did this happen? What does it mean? WHAT IS GOING ON.]
[ a nicer less-asshole person than he is would probably try to help her pick up those groceries, too--
he does, probably just a single item, a package of mochi--he doesn't even like sweets, he stares at it distrustfully and then at her, one eyebrow twitching. because news is that criminal's motive is less about robbery or assault or any other havoc-wreaking, what he wants to do is tie people together with that quirk in the name of... some shitty matchmaking or what, he has no idea. he closed the tab because it seems like a waste of time.
he puts the mochi on her head--because she looks so bewildered he doesn't even bother waiting for her to recover--and then grabs the string and blasts it with a hand.
... nothing happens, because of course it wouldn't be that easy. ]
[It's his stupid explosion that finally jerks her back to reality. She stares at the undamaged string connecting the two of them for a few seconds more, then quickly clambers to her feet. ...And the mochi, of course, goes tumbling right to the ground with the rest of her goodies. She probably looks like a real idiot. Perfect soulmate material.]
It didn't work? [Now she's inspecting the string more closely, frowning as she tugs his hand this way and that way. Weird. She shifts her attention back up to him, brow furrowing.] I tried cutting it off earlier, when it first showed up. It didn't do anything, but I thought--
[--that maybe something as powerful as your quirk might, she thinks, but she bites those words right back. Telling him that would probably just encourage him to blast the thing again and again, and seeing as how they're attached--and how the string has somehow shrunk?--she'd really rather avoid that. ...Especially since he looks so pissed right now. Wonderful. She's stuck together with possibly the grumpiest person in the whole world, and now they have to work together to figure this out.]
Do you know what this is? Or where it came from?
[She's trying to act as calm as possible, but there's no hiding that anxiety in her voice.]
[There are so many questions that Ochako doesn't have the answer to right now. Who decided that their entire class should come to this party? Ochako doesn't know. How much alcohol is mixed in with the punch she's drinking right now? Ochako doesn't know. Who's the pretty blonde girl Bakugou is laughing--actually laughing--with in the corner? Ochako doesn't know.
But Ochako really wants to find out.
She watches them sulkily over the rim of her cup, knowing full well that she doesn't have a right to feel this jealous. It's not like she owns him, or like she even has any sort of... claim on him; to him, she's just another one of his annoying classmates. ...Who happens to be a girl, yes, but not a really, really pretty girl like that.
Hmph.
It doesn't take too much longer for her to drain the rest of her cup, and she instantly knows that more punch is a necessity. Deku offers to get it for her, of course, but she waves him away, telling him that she's totally fine to get her own, thank you very much. And she is! She really is. But then she just happens to look back over just in time to see mystery girl flash Bakugou the peace sign as she slips away into the crowd, and suddenly who cares about getting more to drink? She's just going to cut right through everyone and head straight over to Bakugou's quiet corner, not even minding that she's getting some curious looks. That's the benefit of alcohol: everything just seems so easy.]
So! [She sidles up beside him, trying very hard to act completely normal. She's not drunk drunk, but she's definitely... tipsy, so this is requiring some effort.] Did you make a new friend?
[ he's a little more easy-going when he's a little buzzed like this, and it helps that camie is there. camie who has a knack for making him laugh sometimes. sometimes it seems like he rarely ever laughs, unless it's laughing assholishly at someone who falls on their ass or anything like that... but a few illusions of todoroki or someone doing stupid shit and he's muffling cackles behind his hand, doubled over and pounding the table hilariously.
it takes a lot to get the stick out of his ass but even he needs to chill sometimes and as much as he dislikes parties and lots of company, he likes camie so he attends. and she's quite decent at mocktails... these are supposed to be mocktails, anyway. he can taste alcohol but hell, that's fine. they're only a little underage. he's a delinquent, he rebels this much.
camie leaves to get more drinks and he waves her off and then perks up a little seeing uraraka approach. what's with the look on her face... he doesn't quite read it. ]
Who, her? [ in the background kirishima and ashido are happily taking suggestions for party games, 7 mins in heaven, king's game... ] Yeah, Illusion-san's pretty cool. [ he might even start calling her by name. wow. that would take the count up to like... four people. ] Did I never talk about her before. She did some crazy-ass shit in extra lessons...
[Illusion-san? It's better than him calling her by name, of course, but Ochako still feels something tighten inside of her. They don't talk all that often--which is definitely his fault, not hers--but in all of their conversations, she can't remember him ever classifying another girl as "cool." Everyone's lame to Bakugou. Everyone.
Except, apparently, Illusion-san. Who Bakugou is asking her if she wants to meet. She sucks in a deep breath, eyes widening in surprise.]
What? No! [Ooooh, that came out sounding... a little over the top. She feels her already flushed cheeks turn yet another shade darker, but she's going to try and play it off with a shrug and what she hopes is a very uninterested tone of voice.] We saw you two laughing, and no one's ever seen her around before, so everyone is just really curious!
[Ah, yes: "everyone," aka "I." She looks down at her empty cup, suddenly wishing she had something in it to distract her. But alas, there is nothing. Just her, an empty cup, and the alcohol inside her telling her that this is a great opportunity to just keep on talkin'.]
Look, she's cool. I'm saying that so it's true. [ because he's some kind of authority on the matter, judging people's character. anyway camie is being waylaid at the drinks by kaminari who is totally trying to hit on her, bakugou just stares at him with a dead-eyed look before glancing back at uraraka.
well... it's true she has a point, he doesn't laugh like that around them.
often or at all. or if he does, it's still kind of mean-spirited. he's trying. progress is a little difficult for him. and actually camie not being from their school kind of makes him feel a little more relaxed around her sometimes, as strange as it sounds.
he just looks at uraraka oddly, as if he hadn't actually realized this himself. ] Yeah, I guess I don't. Maybe I'd laugh more at you bastards if you could make illusions of dumbass shit. [ he has a kind of... asshole sense of humor, in a way, but honestly laughing at todoroki doing dumb shit is even a less asshole thing to laugh at than normal.
that said, he doesn't really think of that, he's a little distracted by how cute uraraka looks when she's pouting. though he's not exactly sure why. ]
You want to try to tell a joke or something? [ also when he's tipsy everything is just a little more hilarious than normal. ]
[He's not... really helping her feel better about this whole thing, and while she's sober enough to know that it isn't something he should have to do, she's just tipsy enough to wish that he would try. She just fumbles with her empty cup for a moment, unable to stop herself from giving it a pouty moue as the words, "Look, she's cool" echo through her head.]
I think we're funny, even if we can't make... illusions. [God, but listen to how carefully she had to say that word. But he wants her to make him laugh? Fine! She lifts her chin up the slightest bit, feeling that liquid courage kick in when she needs it most.] And I'll prove it!
[A joke? HA! She can tell a joke! She can tell the funniest joke ever, and she can do it without using illusions. It's going to come to her any minute now. Yep... any minute now...]
[ this is some general education home ec class or something, let's just say yamato is totally in the gen ed class and her quirk is...
the amazing ability to make the most delicious sweets imaginable, somehow. no, it's actually formidable. it might actually be possible that she's totally quirkless and her prowess for baking shit is just her own natural talent but... who knows. it's a mystery.
anyway it's valentine's and she is up to her elbows in flour and spatters of dough and today's class exercise is... to perfect baking sweets. this is not necessarily a hero skill, it's just a life skill. it's important to learn how to bake things!! or at least it is in yamato's opinion, and she should know.
yaomomo might be busy putting some touches on an elaborately-tiered cake and asui might be making frog cookies and after coaching them a little yamato moves on to watch over uraraka and whatever she might be trying to do. she cocks her head a little, curious... ] Soooo, Uraraka-san...
Are you making obligation chocolates?
[ well, it's the season. and quite a lot of girls are already. ]
[Cakes and cookies were luxuries in the Uraraka household, prepared only for the most special of occasions, so Ochako honestly... doesn't have much experience when it comes to baking. It's why, despite watching her friends pick out difficult recipes to try, she settles for what looks like the simplest option: cupcakes. They come out of the oven looking just fine, and she makes sure to leave them plenty of time to cool, but as she begins to pipe the icing on top of them she realizes that it might just be a bit more difficult than she'd initially anticipated. Too little pressure and the icing eeks out too slowly; too much pressure and the icing comes out in one huge splat. Still, she's determined to do her best!
And that's why she's bent over one solitary cupcake as Rinko approaches, tongue poking out of her mouth as she focuses very intently on making sure the little swirl on top looks just right. This is the one, okay? This... is going to be her masterpiece.
Except... not, because as she tries to listen to her friend's question she accidentally squeezes her pastry bag a bit too hard. So long, beautiful cupcake; it's now completely buried beneath a mountain of pink icing.]
Oh, no. [She raises back up, smiling ruefully down at her little disaster. Well... it's funny, at least.] I was thinking about it, but maybe I should just buy my chocolates this year? It might be safer that way.
[ one single cupcake is a-okay with her, it's quality rather than quantity that matters especially on a holiday like this one.
only oh no, she totally kind of startled uraraka into ruining the icing on her pastry. ]
A-ah, I didn't mean to... distract...
No, I'm sure this can be saved! [ on the one hand, it's just icing after all. she casts about and finds a small butter knife and begins to meticulously attempt to salvage the surface. it can be done!! frowning in thought as she does so-- ] Buying chocolates is fine after all, but... [ hmm, she's a little aware of uraraka's financial situation, it's something she's definitely sympathetic to. ] Sometimes stores will price hike around this time when it's near the holidays...
Also, making them is more fun, you know? Especially if you're making them with friends, it can also be more cost-effective!
[Ochako recognizes an expert in action when she sees it, and she wisely steps back without protest, making sure to give Rinko as much space as possible. She is, however, watching as closely as she can. You can pick up all kinds of new ideas from observing other people fight, so maybe she can pick up some baking tips from her friend...]
I know, I know. And I really do want to make them, because it's much more special that way, but... if I waste a lot of ingredients because of silly mistakes, then it might be more expensive in the long run. [She leans against the counter, watching Rinko deftly wield that butter knife. What she's accomplishing is definitely impressive. And maybe, just maybe...] Do you want to make some chocolates with me, Yamato-san? You don't have to if you already have plans, but I'm sure everything would go much smoother if you were there!
[Plus she's just a fun person to be around. So upbeat! So nice! It's like Rinko is her twin, but with much better baking abilities!]
[Running, stumbling backward, yelling at him to stop--any one of those things would be a sign of weakness, and that's why she stubbornly continues to stand her ground as he approaches. There's nothing comforting about being close to a villain, especially one using their quirk so casually, but what can she really do? It's obvious that he didn't buy her (admittedly poor) bluff about the pro-heroes. It's obvious that he's not planning on leaving any time soon.
And it's also obvious that he doesn't consider her to be a threat at all. Her eyes narrow ever so slightly as he comments on her size, but she isn't about to snap back at him. It's like he's just... trying to get a rise out of her? Well. She'll almost certainly lose a one-on-one fight, but she's positive that she can win a battle of wills.]
Anyone might be out here. You were. [Unfortunately. She lowers her chin, making sure to keep her voice smooth and steady.] What do you want?
[ He'd deliberately waited till dark before disclosing his location so as to slip away into the night with an inferno at his heels. He displays no ostensible signs of pyromania but he'll comfortably torch a forest if pushed. Ain't no allies here for him to mind.
His boldness gives the impression of absolute control but Dabi's not omniscient; see how he hesitates to approach her completely — might still be heroes skulking in the midst. Her bluff stalls him. But it does not deflect the young man. ]
So were the birds; how would you know? We could talk ourselves hoarse with empty accusations.
[ It's subtle 'cause Dabi gestures as he speaks but he's moved closer, and now, quickly, he steps directly in front of the girl. ]
Sup. You wanted proof: [ He spreads his arms lazily. Whiskey leaks from the can and onto his fingers. He smiles. ] Here I am... Ever talk to a villain you won't tryin' to cuff?
[Despite her efforts to appear perfectly poised, Ochako can't stop herself from flinching as he pops up right in front of her. She does, at least, manage to prevent herself from taking an actual step back, but it's not enough; that wince was probably exactly the type of reaction he'd been hoping for, and she feels color rushing right to her cheeks. It's frustrating. Humiliating, even.
But she can focus on her mistakes after she makes it out of this. For now, she simply forces herself to take a steadying breath, catching a whiff of that whiskey as she does so. He'd mentioned it before, of course, but her eyes still flick down to the can in his hands before coming right back up to meet his own. Alcohol and fire: a worrying combination.]
Villains never want to just talk. They're always up to something.
[ It's tough to say whether Dabi's talent for getting under everyone's skin is actual strategy or an offshoot of his irreverent persona, but one thing's for sure: he clearly delights in it. Mingling with hoodlums had sharpened his eyes to false bravado and he'll capitalize on any sign of hesitation in the heroine. This blushing creature. ]
Somethin' mean? No one's exclusively good or bad, Ura-chan. You're smarter'n that.
[ Fair warning: disputing his nickname for her is an uphill battle. He turns with a faint sweep of his tattered coat and heads on back to the fallen log, motioning with his neck for her to follow. Seated, Dabi peers back at her through the flames rising from the ground. ]
On the real though, I wanted to see you. [ He smiles kindly but his tone grows firm: ] Sit down.
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It's no trouble at all. Some of them still likes to arrange group dates despite being in their senior year and everything, I'm sure they'd be happy to meet their charming underclassmen! Gimme a word anytime and I'll text them ASAP.
How is your training? Are you doing okay balancing out classes and your internship?
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Really generous of you! I'm sure you know a lot of really great people, but I'll be fine. Really! Thank you again!
I think so! Nejire-senpai is a really great role model, so she's been helping me work things out. But I... probably could study a little bit more.
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[ Mirio Togata; hero in every way but not really your hero in academia. ]
You could try being study partners with Midoriya-kun?
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Oh, I couldn't. Deku-kun has a lot on his plate right now, and I
["want to limit alone time with him because i sortamaybe have a giant crush?" isn't quite going to cut it. she's just going to agonize over this for a minute, don't mind her.]
I don't want to be selfish and take up too much of his time. So I'll have to find a way to handle it all, just like he does!
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You're right He's a real hardworker! Balancing school and the internship but not to mention keeping the end goal in sight.
But you know all that weight is really hard on the shoulders and sometimes support in small things like school can help tons Uraraka-san. Think of it this way!! You both would remember the materials together so you'd help him out as much as he helps you.
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Hmm ok I don't know about singing...
[ look, if he had a near-death experience just talking to a girl, singing in front of one would definitely be overkill-- ]
but I can definitely come with! Count me in!
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Great! I'll be sure to let you know.
But, um. Do you not like to sing? If you don't, it's okay if you don't want to come. Not that I don't WANT you to come! I just hope you don't feel like I'm forcing you to go with us.
CUTE SHIT
She'd tried to untie it, of course. No dice. She'd even borrowed scissors from one of the shopkeepers and tried to cut it off, but the little piece of string refused to go anywhere. It was perplexing. Troubling, even? Because who knew where this thing had come from, or what was on the other end?
Well, there's only one way to find out.
She's been following the string for what feels like forever, weaving her way through the streets as quickly as she can. Sometimes she can feel a tug from the other end, like someone is trying to pull her right to them. Which is... worrying. But it's not like she can just live with this thing forever attached to her finger, so she ignores that anxious feeling in her belly and picks up the pace. It's not like it can be too far away, right? She's just going to dodge around a particularly slow couple, turn this corner, and... collide head-on with the very person she's been looking for. Nice.]
hell yeaaah
so there's this new criminal, villain name cupid or something stupid, with some sappy stupid lovetie quirk that affects random people in a large area of his vicinity and he must have gotten caught up in it on his way home to the dorms from extra classes because he sees the string manifest on his finger and he stares at it with a scowl.
there are actually already fans of 'cupid' trying to find their supposedly fated soulmate by following the string... that's some bullshit. he's not interested at all.
at... all... nope.
... which is why he's following to see who it could possibly be tied to, just so he could yell at them for being a naive idiot. and then he turns a corner and a girl barrels into him. ]
Oi, look where you're going-- [ ... wait a minute. ] Uraraka? [ huh... it's her. he doesn't particularly hang out with her outside of classes so it's almost a little surreal walking into her outside of school but there she is.
someone nicer than he is would... probably try to help her up. he just nudges at her with a foot. ] You also watch it, round-face. [ ... wait a minute. his eyes follow the string on his hand to... hers.
...... oh, are you kidding him. ]
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Bakugou? [She blinks up at him, just as surprised to see him as he is to see her. Well, maybe a bit less surprised than he is, because he's staring down at her in a really odd way. He's probably just mad that she ran smack into him, right? Because it really was kind of her fault. And while it's rude to poke someone with your foot and just stare at them, she's still nice enough to offer him a slightly sheepish grin.] Ah, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going! It's jus--
[But that grin slips right off her face as she follows his gaze down to her... hand? To the finger with that weird bit of red string, actually. Which is... attached to... the string tied around his finger. Oh, but that's just silly. And impossible. But as she slowly raises the hand attached to the string and gives it a quick tug, there's no denying that Bakugou's hand moves just a little bit, too.]
Eh? Y-You have one, too? And it's... we're...
[She's not even thinking about how ridiculous she must look, still sitting on the ground and staring wildly at the string connecting her to Bakugou. How did this happen? What does it mean? WHAT IS GOING ON.]
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he does, probably just a single item, a package of mochi--he doesn't even like sweets, he stares at it distrustfully and then at her, one eyebrow twitching. because news is that criminal's motive is less about robbery or assault or any other havoc-wreaking, what he wants to do is tie people together with that quirk in the name of... some shitty matchmaking or what, he has no idea. he closed the tab because it seems like a waste of time.
he puts the mochi on her head--because she looks so bewildered he doesn't even bother waiting for her to recover--and then grabs the string and blasts it with a hand.
... nothing happens, because of course it wouldn't be that easy. ]
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It didn't work? [Now she's inspecting the string more closely, frowning as she tugs his hand this way and that way. Weird. She shifts her attention back up to him, brow furrowing.] I tried cutting it off earlier, when it first showed up. It didn't do anything, but I thought--
[--that maybe something as powerful as your quirk might, she thinks, but she bites those words right back. Telling him that would probably just encourage him to blast the thing again and again, and seeing as how they're attached--and how the string has somehow shrunk?--she'd really rather avoid that. ...Especially since he looks so pissed right now. Wonderful. She's stuck together with possibly the grumpiest person in the whole world, and now they have to work together to figure this out.]
Do you know what this is? Or where it came from?
[She's trying to act as calm as possible, but there's no hiding that anxiety in her voice.]
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But Ochako really wants to find out.
She watches them sulkily over the rim of her cup, knowing full well that she doesn't have a right to feel this jealous. It's not like she owns him, or like she even has any sort of... claim on him; to him, she's just another one of his annoying classmates. ...Who happens to be a girl, yes, but not a really, really pretty girl like that.
Hmph.
It doesn't take too much longer for her to drain the rest of her cup, and she instantly knows that more punch is a necessity. Deku offers to get it for her, of course, but she waves him away, telling him that she's totally fine to get her own, thank you very much. And she is! She really is. But then she just happens to look back over just in time to see mystery girl flash Bakugou the peace sign as she slips away into the crowd, and suddenly who cares about getting more to drink? She's just going to cut right through everyone and head straight over to Bakugou's quiet corner, not even minding that she's getting some curious looks. That's the benefit of alcohol: everything just seems so easy.]
So! [She sidles up beside him, trying very hard to act completely normal. She's not drunk drunk, but she's definitely... tipsy, so this is requiring some effort.] Did you make a new friend?
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it takes a lot to get the stick out of his ass but even he needs to chill sometimes and as much as he dislikes parties and lots of company, he likes camie so he attends. and she's quite decent at mocktails... these are supposed to be mocktails, anyway. he can taste alcohol but hell, that's fine. they're only a little underage. he's a delinquent, he rebels this much.
camie leaves to get more drinks and he waves her off and then perks up a little seeing uraraka approach. what's with the look on her face... he doesn't quite read it. ]
Who, her? [ in the background kirishima and ashido are happily taking suggestions for party games, 7 mins in heaven, king's game... ] Yeah, Illusion-san's pretty cool. [ he might even start calling her by name. wow. that would take the count up to like... four people. ] Did I never talk about her before. She did some crazy-ass shit in extra lessons...
You want to talk with her or something?
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Except, apparently, Illusion-san. Who Bakugou is asking her if she wants to meet. She sucks in a deep breath, eyes widening in surprise.]
What? No! [Ooooh, that came out sounding... a little over the top. She feels her already flushed cheeks turn yet another shade darker, but she's going to try and play it off with a shrug and what she hopes is a very uninterested tone of voice.] We saw you two laughing, and no one's ever seen her around before, so everyone is just really curious!
[Ah, yes: "everyone," aka "I." She looks down at her empty cup, suddenly wishing she had something in it to distract her. But alas, there is nothing. Just her, an empty cup, and the alcohol inside her telling her that this is a great opportunity to just keep on talkin'.]
And you don't... laugh like that around us, so...
[Well, someone's looking uncharacteristically sulky.]
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well... it's true she has a point, he doesn't laugh like that around them.
often or at all. or if he does, it's still kind of mean-spirited. he's trying. progress is a little difficult for him. and actually camie not being from their school kind of makes him feel a little more relaxed around her sometimes, as strange as it sounds.
he just looks at uraraka oddly, as if he hadn't actually realized this himself. ] Yeah, I guess I don't. Maybe I'd laugh more at you bastards if you could make illusions of dumbass shit. [ he has a kind of... asshole sense of humor, in a way, but honestly laughing at todoroki doing dumb shit is even a less asshole thing to laugh at than normal.
that said, he doesn't really think of that, he's a little distracted by how cute uraraka looks when she's pouting. though he's not exactly sure why. ]
You want to try to tell a joke or something? [ also when he's tipsy everything is just a little more hilarious than normal. ]
1/3 gotta take advantage of the icons
I think we're funny, even if we can't make... illusions. [God, but listen to how carefully she had to say that word. But he wants her to make him laugh? Fine! She lifts her chin up the slightest bit, feeling that liquid courage kick in when she needs it most.] And I'll prove it!
[A joke? HA! She can tell a joke! She can tell the funniest joke ever, and she can do it without using illusions. It's going to come to her any minute now. Yep... any minute now...]
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I DON'T KNOW
the amazing ability to make the most delicious sweets imaginable, somehow. no, it's actually formidable. it might actually be possible that she's totally quirkless and her prowess for baking shit is just her own natural talent but... who knows. it's a mystery.
anyway it's valentine's and she is up to her elbows in flour and spatters of dough and today's class exercise is... to perfect baking sweets. this is not necessarily a hero skill, it's just a life skill. it's important to learn how to bake things!! or at least it is in yamato's opinion, and she should know.
yaomomo might be busy putting some touches on an elaborately-tiered cake and asui might be making frog cookies and after coaching them a little yamato moves on to watch over uraraka and whatever she might be trying to do. she cocks her head a little, curious... ] Soooo, Uraraka-san...
Are you making obligation chocolates?
[ well, it's the season. and quite a lot of girls are already. ]
84 years later......
And that's why she's bent over one solitary cupcake as Rinko approaches, tongue poking out of her mouth as she focuses very intently on making sure the little swirl on top looks just right. This is the one, okay? This... is going to be her masterpiece.
Except... not, because as she tries to listen to her friend's question she accidentally squeezes her pastry bag a bit too hard. So long, beautiful cupcake; it's now completely buried beneath a mountain of pink icing.]
Oh, no. [She raises back up, smiling ruefully down at her little disaster. Well... it's funny, at least.] I was thinking about it, but maybe I should just buy my chocolates this year? It might be safer that way.
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only oh no, she totally kind of startled uraraka into ruining the icing on her pastry. ]
A-ah, I didn't mean to... distract...
No, I'm sure this can be saved! [ on the one hand, it's just icing after all. she casts about and finds a small butter knife and begins to meticulously attempt to salvage the surface. it can be done!! frowning in thought as she does so-- ] Buying chocolates is fine after all, but... [ hmm, she's a little aware of uraraka's financial situation, it's something she's definitely sympathetic to. ] Sometimes stores will price hike around this time when it's near the holidays...
Also, making them is more fun, you know? Especially if you're making them with friends, it can also be more cost-effective!
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I know, I know. And I really do want to make them, because it's much more special that way, but... if I waste a lot of ingredients because of silly mistakes, then it might be more expensive in the long run. [She leans against the counter, watching Rinko deftly wield that butter knife. What she's accomplishing is definitely impressive. And maybe, just maybe...] Do you want to make some chocolates with me, Yamato-san? You don't have to if you already have plans, but I'm sure everything would go much smoother if you were there!
[Plus she's just a fun person to be around. So upbeat! So nice! It's like Rinko is her twin, but with much better baking abilities!]
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welcome to villain hell, population: ochako
And it's also obvious that he doesn't consider her to be a threat at all. Her eyes narrow ever so slightly as he comments on her size, but she isn't about to snap back at him. It's like he's just... trying to get a rise out of her? Well. She'll almost certainly lose a one-on-one fight, but she's positive that she can win a battle of wills.]
Anyone might be out here. You were. [Unfortunately. She lowers her chin, making sure to keep her voice smooth and steady.] What do you want?
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His boldness gives the impression of absolute control but Dabi's not omniscient; see how he hesitates to approach her completely — might still be heroes skulking in the midst. Her bluff stalls him. But it does not deflect the young man. ]
So were the birds; how would you know? We could talk ourselves hoarse with empty accusations.
[ It's subtle 'cause Dabi gestures as he speaks but he's moved closer, and now, quickly, he steps directly in front of the girl. ]
Sup. You wanted proof: [ He spreads his arms lazily. Whiskey leaks from the can and onto his fingers. He smiles. ] Here I am... Ever talk to a villain you won't tryin' to cuff?
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But she can focus on her mistakes after she makes it out of this. For now, she simply forces herself to take a steadying breath, catching a whiff of that whiskey as she does so. He'd mentioned it before, of course, but her eyes still flick down to the can in his hands before coming right back up to meet his own. Alcohol and fire: a worrying combination.]
Villains never want to just talk. They're always up to something.
[So what are you up to?]
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Somethin' mean? No one's exclusively good or bad, Ura-chan. You're smarter'n that.
[ Fair warning: disputing his nickname for her is an uphill battle. He turns with a faint sweep of his tattered coat and heads on back to the fallen log, motioning with his neck for her to follow. Seated, Dabi peers back at her through the flames rising from the ground. ]
On the real though, I wanted to see you. [ He smiles kindly but his tone grows firm: ] Sit down.
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