jigokulogs | July Catch-All (Semi-closed)

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my hero academia: shoto todoroki

July Catch-All (Semi-closed)

Who Shoto and anyone else who wants to!
What Non event/substory things.
When July! Which I keep typing as June today.
Where All over!
Content Warnings I have no clue but any glaring cws will be listed, but also in the subject. Please be mindful for MHA spoilers for recentish things. I'll do my best to mark them.
Other I can be reached by pm or by

tlymphoCytes. Discord is best for me because I get distracted easily, but I change my name a lot lmao. Just ask! Or find me in the room and come talk to me!

- Yuuji [Catcup].
- Hawks [Fledgling].

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It's a simple thing, just passing a store on his patrol in the various areas. He does it enough and yet after having a small talk with Yuuji about his route today in his home area in Tamamo, Shoto has to stop. In fact, it put him to ~~paws~~ pause when his eyes saw the set of teacups in the window of a local tea shop. Knowing the owners well already for having been a frequenter of said shop, he stopped in to have another look at them. In fact, they're more than perfect when he's explained that the cups hold hot liquid but keep your hand cool because of the lack of proximity to the rim.

Hot and cold?

After taking less than a second in thinking of whom one of these may make the ~~purrfect~~ perfect gift for and a token of his appreciation for their fond friendship with the continuation of... Shoto plucks out a little message on his phone as he ~~purrchases~~ purchases the little cups and the woman behind the counter wraps them in silky fabric.

Itadori. Can you come over today? If not, then tomorrow?

Edited 2022-07-17 08:18 (UTC)

After sending a small, "I'll be there." text. Shoto got himself up, cleaned himself up a little and prepared to go to the mark. He doesn't own much here, and so a stolen hoodie (totally by accident), a pair of jeans that weren't so stolen, and a backpack later then Shoto is on his way. Hood up first, he isn't long to make it to the destination from the floor level, at least knowing that he has some time to get up there.

"I'm almost there." is the next text before he's putting his phone away and starting up fire escapes. There are other ways he's sure, but this is the way that he feels is giving him the better work out. Other ways he's more used to scaling easier back home. It hasn't been that long since he's scaled a building, but it feels like it's much harder without his quirk at full. Once he reaches the top of the building, Shoto hops up and looks around. He knows who he's looking for and has a feeling Hawks does too.

[ a few seconds later, he will receive this text: ]

Sure!

I’ll drop by after my shift. In an hour or so. See ya, then!

[ yuuji didn’t really think much of it, taking it as a casual invite to hang out with a good friend and nothing more. in which he brought it upon himself to collect some takeaway from a local restaurant that he grew quite fond of; he got some cold soba with various side dishes and some cold refreshments. nothing too pricey, and yet certainly a hearty meal they both can enjoy together. maybe then go out to get some ice cream? here's an idea.

once he reaches shoto’s apartment, he knocks on the door and waits for the other. and by waiting— the sorcerer gave it a mere five seconds before he went for the knob, twisting it open. ]

I'm coming in~

People who know him, or people who have fast known him, at least know when he leaves them on read that he's not doing it to be a dick. But he reads it and then proceeds. That gives him some time to mull about and Shoto knows he has an hour to amble home. It's not too far from here and he's more than interested in just keeping things simple on that track since he usually gets stopped by at least one or two people working on the way home. He suspects it's hard to avoid if he's not going to hide his hair.

His only other purchases fit into one bag and he's home with plenty of time from an hour to get into some comfortable sweats and t-shirt combo.

The knock on the door turns his head and nothing else, he's left it unlocked for a reason and not something he often does. He knows that the person on the other side is going to let themselves in and he's perfectly fine with that. The water he's warming is done by hand if only to keep his practice up and now that he's got the knowledge of the limitations of his quirk, it's only better to do. "Hello," he leaves the pot that he as boiling the water in on his stove and turns instead to go welcome his visitor, "Please come in, make yourself at home." His hand gestures to the kotatsu by the window, a present from the locals for all his hard work daily. Without them knowing about his quirk he accepted it just because it's kind and otherwise his place is pretty unfurnished.

Hawks makes note of the texts he receives, and he only sends quick, short responses in return. They'll have plenty of time to talk whenever Shoto actually gets here. It doesn't take long for Hawks to get to where they're meeting, and he takes a couple minutes to just enjoy the view.

When he hears the other on the fire escape, he waves with a small smile. It was Shoto after all, then. "Yo," he greets, moving to motion to the spot next to him. He's perched on the edge of the rooftop, balancing easily, arms folded across his thighs.

"Want to join me?" Hand dropping, he gently pats the ledge where he's perched.

Shoto doesn't exactly know what to say by the time Hawks looks back at him. The span of time between 'yo' and actually hearing it feels like a million years. Once nothing more than being asked if he wants to sit next to him is what's in the cards Shoto nods his head and moves from his place stuck on the roof.

He does want to join him. Just as much as anyone else, Hawks is another reminder of home and one that he doesn't mind being around. Without hesitation or fear, Shoto steps up onto the same edge, sitting flat down with his legs hanging off the edge. "Did you know it was me when you invited me here?"

Shoto wouldn't be upset at the answer, it's more a curiosity that opens up the topic again. His mismatched eyes look out across the city from their little vantage point, never down, not yet. "It doesn't matter if you didn't. I'm just curious."

Hey, Shoto! I hope you’re hungry.

[ a burst of energy and loud as always, the sorcerer is certainly not timid from taking up that offer as starts by shrugging off his jacket and hooking it on the coat-hanger, he then tucks his shoes neatly close to the entrance; like a proper guest! now that he's more comfortable, yuuji heads toward the neat setup, carefully placing their late lunch on the table and kneeling down on his side of the kotatsu. as he worked on rearranging the plastic containers, he gestures for shoto to bring some extra plates.

yup, totally acting like this is his second home. ]

You gotta try their soba. It’s soooo good! I’ve been dreaming about it since last night.

A part of Hawks wonders if this might be easier or harder knowing it's Shoto. He hopes it'll be easier, but if he has that same stubborn streak as his father, it might not be so easy. Still, he watches him as he moves over and sits down, watching to ensure he doesn't slip or lose his balance. When Shoto is settled, he nods and grins.

"I started to suspect it might be, but I wasn't sure." No use in lying about it. "I'm always here to help. Whether it's someone I know or not."

He takes in a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of the air against his skin and how it rustles his hair and feathers. He's sure there's going to be a lot of questions about what he has in mind, best to enjoy a moment of silence before they get started. After a moment, he lifts a hand out in front of him, a couple of his feathers floating out of his wings to land in a neat pile in the palm of his hand. "You sure you want my help?"

Only time is going to tell the story of which is more stubborn, a fiery father or his offspring. Under the watchful gaze of his roof-mate he's sure he wouldn't have fallen, but luckily for them both he is a steady boy and nothing comes of it. A nod of his head isn't exactly for a question but to affirm that he thought as much. Shoto's two toned eyes aren't exactly beside him, they're down at the place below them, looking between his shoes at the people down there or the movement. "That's what Heroes do." Or maybe he means that's what Hawks does. Even if he doesn't know it, and Shoto wants to bet he doesn't, Hawks was the only reason his temper flared down before, too. Different time, different place, but it put Shoto in his place pretty quickly.

The quiet silence after is a nice moment or two, even the sound of said wings is a comfort that Shoto isn't opposed to just knowing exist beside him on someone familiar. It shouldn't feel as safe as it does sitting with Hawks, not because he thinks he'd ever hurt him, but he should be able to take care of himself. Yet. Here he is, letting the situation and the man beside him be the factor that makes him feel safer than his own capabilities as lowered as they--

Floating red plumage, even in small amounts catch his eyes and instinctively he watches them, turning instead to look at Hawk's face at his question. His hands tighten on the edge of the roof, again not because he's afraid but because he's concerned this help is going to end up in him having to make a move and decide which is safer, up or down. Despite that and despite the curious and cautious look. "Yes. I came here for your help." He's certain that no matter what it ends up being, he'll accept it.

A welcomed energy to an otherwise quiet apartment, something Shoto isn't too thrilled at having, but he acknowledges it as just that. A place to live until he can meet up with friends, old and new as per the open invitation to people he's become closer than casual chatting with. In other words, for all intents and purposes if Shoto knew to clarify, he would say that this could very well be a second home if Yuuji ever needed it. Even if Shoto is out, or doing something, this guest is welcome.

"Soba?" he asks, acknowledging the request for the plates. Yes he most certainly does have to try it. Cold or not, the treat is there. "Thanks for bringing it." Plates and chopsticks in hand, he settles them on the flat of the table, then goes back the few feet to the counter where he can retrieve the box with the two cups in it. On his second trip back, it's box under the care of his right arm and the kettle with a round coaster-like stand under the care of his left.

The coaster is set down first and the kettle next on top of it, followed simply by the box as Shoto kneels to take his place at the table. Wordlessly further, he slides the white box across the table. "Here. Open this. I'll finish your tea after."

It's a hope that what he does for others is actually helpful. Sure, he can save them from crumbling buildings, get cats out of trees, and all that. But helping people in other ways feels more meaningful for Hawks. Sometimes people need a hero in a non-traditional way, and he wants to provide that as much as he can.

"Good," he chirps.

The way he moves to stand on the edge is surprisingly quick and smooth. The motions of someone comfortable with or without the ground beneath his feet. And once he stands, he turns, offering his free hand down to Shoto to help him to his feet.

"Let's get you up."

There's a lot that Hawks has done for him that the man will never even know. Shoto doesn't see a reason to proclaim it from the hills, but he has. He's much less worried looking at the hand that's extended to him and takes it without much hesitance. He isn't sure exactly what's going to happen but it doesn't seem like a sparring match, at least.

Wherever up is, Shoto is going to follow without hesitance. Up on that ledge with Hawks' hand in his still. The trust in himself and the trust in his mentor is exactly why he stands there, unafraid.

Even if that's true, Hawks won't ever stop trying to help. There's always going to be that need to be someone's hero, and there's a small part of him that wants to do this for Endeavor. He knows the relationship between Shoto and his father isn't great back home, but he knows Endeavor would want to be able to take care of and help his son as much as he can. It's the least he can do for the number one hero, even if the other man isn't here.

Once they're on their feet, he keeps his hand wrapped around Shoto's for a moment to make sure his balance is steady. And then, he shifts their hands, turning Shoto's palm up and cradling it from below. His other hand reaches over to leave his feathers in his hand. Slowly drawing his hand away, he keeps one of his own feathers in his hand, turning his body forward so he's facing the ledge instead of Shoto.

"Pick of one the feathers. And then think about someone you miss or feel like you need to say something to. You can say it out loud, if you want."

This has gone the exact opposite of what Shoto thought it was going to and all the same his eyes fall on Hawks as he gives him instructions. There's no problem with his hand being instructed and reverently he listens to the silent commands, not trying to take the hand away. If anything, it's not only Endeavor that owes that debt for taking care of his son, it's the son as well.

Shoto's eyes look from the feathers to Hawks' face even as he turns and then back to the feathers, frowning lightly at the instructions. Not so much that he's been instructed to, but he's aware of... His chest raises and gently falls again, a sighed breath as he picks one of the ironically red feathers. "It's Kirishima." He really, really hopes that there's no room for judgment. "I miss him."

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July Catch-All (Semi-closed)

Catcup

Fledgling

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messiest design ever we don't talk about it

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yuuji won't judge ...

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But my heart :/

sorry i am forever slow

It's okay, I am too. I still have another tag I owe you lol