𝐊𝚰𝐊𝚰 ೄྀ

       dear          *         @minimght  ...
            
               (  the  blond  squints,  eyes  narrowing  to  show  not  just  displeasure  but  an  irrate  look,  in  crimson  hues.   she  was  laughing,   she'd  found  this  situation  amusing and  it  was  starting  to  pick  a  nerve.   )    quit  your  damn  giggling  and  tell  me  where  it's  at.   (  arms  now  crossing,  a  puff  of  air  leaving  his  nostrils.  katsuki  dared  not  to  try  wiping  his  face  again,  for  not  wanting  to  look  foolish  more  so  than  she  already  seemed  to  think.   )

it’s.  you’re—   (   again,  her  expression  contorts  into  something  incredibly  comical  as  she  really,  really  tries  not  to  laugh  in  his  face.  if  anything,  him  trying  to  wipe  away  any  remnants  of  their  shared  meal  as  discretely  as  possible  only  served  to  make  her—not-so  silently—crack  up  even  more,  to  the  point  of  having  to  put  her  utensils  down  to  turn  her  head  away  for  a  few  seconds.  despite  her  best  efforts,  her  shoulders  tremble  with  suppressed  mirth.   )   ..  nnooo.. ?  pfftrt—
            
            /    !!  aw  yay  :)  they’re  so  silly  !

      dear,             *       @minimght  ...
            
               eh?   spit  it  out,  what.  there  somethin  on  my  face?   (   the  ash  blonds  brows  knit  together,    displeased  expression  overcoming  him.  he  slowly  lacks  around  his  mouth,  enough  to  make  it  natural  and  get  any  food  off  his  face.   he  couldn't  stand  the  feeling  of  not  knowing  so  hopefully  he'd  either  got   it  or  she'd  explain  in  further  detail.   )
            
            /  it's perfect i started chuckling immediately barely even started n im finding this interaction cute

/    eeee  ok  !!  do  u  want  anything  specific  !!  or  something  random  !!

/    points  at  self  ,,  omg ..?   wait  yes  ):  i  can  drop  whatever  aaaaa

/ im so tired asggehheo

/ work was unsatisfactory, i need to feed my brain 

/ uh uhhh hm.. hold hands or somethin

why wouldn't they?  media still pursues you despite your reputation.  [  if he recalled,  he still saw the man on air from time to time.  more so than some other heroes,  even if they were higher than the number 15 spot.  bakugou was just that ...  attractive.  sure,  in the literal sense,  but his drive and determination often went unrivaled.  one hundred percent goes into whatever his goal is,  no matter the question of possibility.  to anyone,  it would be something to aspire.  ]    and if it pleases me too?  then it wouldn't be just you.   [  a smart-ass comment,  but one said in the same tone as he usually carried.  ]    sounds like a deal,  then.  [  it's a small but fond expression that graces his features,  just unable to suppress how he felt when there were no prying eyes.  thank goodness katsuki cared nothing for PDA.  but those familiar red ears ..  it was such a crime not to mess with him. (  on occasion.  )  a hand comes out,  reaching for the blond's with a waiting expression.  a simple request,  if you will.  it wouldn't kill katsuki.  ( maybe ) ]   ahem ..  

     dear,            *        @shotodism  ...
            
                teh.  (  he  scoffs,  though  not  a   serious  one  it  was  of  amusement,  lips  curving  upwards  slightly though  he  turns  away  so  shoto  won't  see.   )  as  if  they'll  go  after  me.  (  he  states  confidently,  if   anything  the  media  despised  interactions  with  the  blond.   probably  because  of  his  brash  and  blunt  way  of  speaking.  that  and  he  kept  stuff  professional,  shutting  down  most  insight  to  personal  life.  if  it  wasn't  important  to  saving lives,   katsuki  didn't  wanna  talk  about  it.  he  wasn't  a  hero  to  chat  and  be  friends  with  the  public.  though  he  was  significantly  better  than  that  of  his  younger  self,  he  at  least  will  be  somewhat  formal  with  them.   though  ends  the  interviews  with  his  palm  covering  the  camera  or  pushing  it  out  of  his  face.  they  always  got  too  nosy.  )   you're  not  obligated  to  do  shit  to  please  me,  was  just  speaking  to  mind.  so  quit  being  cheesy.  (  ears  reddening  appropriately  with  the  others  genuine  care  for  his  own  feelings  and  opinions.  though  it'd  make  katsuki  feel  childish  to  go  along  with  it.   )   but  yeah  whatever.  do  what  you  want.  

     dear,          *      @shotodism  ...
            
               'm  not  fragile  candy  cane.  (  he starts,  affectionately  through  slight tired vision.  gaze  hard  lidded  and  head  slightly  tilting  towards  shoto whilst  he  talked.  arm  manuevers  up  and  behind  the  other  on  the  couch.  both  his  way  of  showing  he  wouldn't  have  minded  and  that  he was  umbothered,  only  wishing  to  be  comfortable  as  he  was.  head  rests  back  against  the   couch,   no  longer  focused  on  the  television  as  eyes  close,  though  he  wasn't  falling   asleep.  just  relaxed.  )  you're  being  stiff,  wasn't that  big  a  deal,  just  finish  the  movie.   (   [  relax.  ]   he  wanted  to  say,  but  that'd  have  the  opposite  affect   with  todoroki.  the  male  tended  to  try  a   bit  too   hard  with  commands. [  that  aren't  fully  commands  more  so  obvious  suggestions.  ]  it  was  amusing  sometimes  sure  but  also  a  little  irritable  for  katsuki  at  times.  he didn't  like  the  energy  that  came  with  such  stiff  movements  /  gestures.  even  with  speech,  god  that  was  MUCH  worse.   )  

[  @kktsukii  ]   ×         [  see,  now he felt a little bad.  perhaps his own sleeping habits were the issue ..  he was wide awake.  ]   if you're sure.   [  not to question katsuki —  just a genuine comment.  if the ash blond was sure of his limits,  it would be alright.  even if he fell asleep,  that was fine.  in his home.  on his couch.  it would be fine.  his own gaze moves to the screen before diverting back to the man beside him,  his words taking a second to register in his ears.  plant one?  like a kis —  oh.  oh.  like a kiss.  ]   i uh,  sorry.   [  his left hands moves before he can think,  attempting to push off the cushion and readjust but  / no / ,  it lays right on top of katsuki's hand and he immediately retracts it.  (  way to go.  )  he sits up more,  both hands more properly in his lap.  if there was any ounce of tiredness in shouto,  it was long gone now.  ]   —  ah, sorry.  didn't mean to squish your hand. 

     dear,      *      @shotodism  ...
            
              (  the  ash  blond  rubs  his  eyes,   sure  he  always  slept  early  but  he  could  bear  it  for  movie.  even  if  he  thought  it  was  lackluster.  his  tilted  his  head  to  glance  at  shoto,  before  answering,  )  t's  fine.  we  can  finish  it.  not  that  tired.  (  crimson  eyes  bored  back  onto  the  screen,  refocusing.  it  wasn't  katsukis  usual  movie  choice,  though  it  was  alright,  he  didn't  much  watch  tv.  here  and  there.  his  lips  tugged  in  amusement  at  the  close  distance  and  he  decided  to  poke  at  shoto  for  it,  now  that  he  was  registering  it  that  is,  )
              ya' wanna  back  up or were you planning  to  plant  one  on  me?  (  ones  brow  raising  slightly  in  question.  )

          @herolovr
            
            / GAH POINTS AT YOU ( the spiderman meme ) 

     *   pats you on the shoulder, comfortingly there there.

/ teehee sneaky theme change 

[  well,  if katsuki phrased it like that then who was he to deny the walk.  there's a slight amusement to the call-out,  having no plan to weasel his way out of being a proper guest.  ]   i'm coming,  i'm coming.  i didn't even stand up yet,  you're worse than 'yumi-san.  [  in a teasing way,  he makes the comment.  his own dishes are gathered to bring to the sink,  setting them inside to be washed while he grabbed a small towel to dry the freshly washed ones.  ]   see,  that's the spirit.  who could hate a nice chill?  [  certainly not him,  but that didn't count since he could be his own heater.  the new dishes are set near him to dry and the ash blond disappears from his side.  there's a quiet hum beneath his breath,  absent-mindedly nodding to the clarification.  he would join katsuki at the from anyways in just a moment.  dishes eventually dry by his handiwork,  setting back inside their respective drawers and cabinents before catching up at the front of the home to slip back on shoes and his own coat.  (  a thinner coat at that,  tsk tsk.  )  at least he had a nifty little scarf to match,  that had to count for something.  ]   all ready to head out?

      dear,             *           @shotodism  ... 
            
                  i'll  take  a  jacket  with,   (  he shrugs, scooting back from his chair, dish  in  hand.  he manuevers over to the  sink  and  begins  the  washing.  gaze  turns  to  shoto,  before  speaking  again,  )  you're  on  drying,  come  on.  no  free  passes.  (  sure he could've done it all himself,  but  it's  courteous to help clean  dishes  you've dirtied  in anothers  housing  residence.  he was  sure  shoto  would've  offered  to  help  regardless  but  he  beat  him  to  it  anyways  with  the  practical  command.   )  weathers  a  pain  for  my  quirk  sure  but  even  i'll  admit  it's  not  all  bad.  (  no gross  over  need  to  sweat  or  icky  sky  or  humidity.  the  breeze  was  actually  helpful  compared  to  the  heat,  hours  of  being  outside  was  enough  to  make  katsuki  sweat  in  general  so  he  appreciated  a  bit  of  breeze  or  so.  but  this  weather  was  yeah,  colder.  not  his  favorite  but  hey,  no  snow  on  this  night  so  a  wins  a  win.  once  he  finished  scrubbing  and  rinsing  the  dishes  for  shoto  to  dry,  he  wipes  his  hands  off  on  the  rag,  then  walking  off  to  grab  his  things  for  the  walk.  )  meet  me  at  the  door  when  you're  done.  getting  my  jacket  and  keys.
            
            /  this one's shorter but idc... 

[  oh thank goodness.  an entire meal might have been the death of him,  especially from scratch.  surely he could have done rice but was that really a side?  it felt like another half to an entrée —  at least in their culture.  he listens to the special offer,  taking in a other bite of food.  shouto was almost done,  he probably should not have talked earlier though and should've just eaten.  ]   giving me a leg up mid-competition?  i can't tell if that's kind or underestimating me.  not that I deny the offer.  [  he probably needed it,  but it would be best to see how far he could get without the help or hint.  hand grasping his cup,  he took a good sip and mulled over katsuki's words.  he had morning to midday shifts himself,  so evening would be their best option overall.  ]   sounds like some weekend plans ..  maybe a friday night.  I'll text you.   [  sometimes he knew his schedule a week or two ahead,  and sometimes a night or two before.  that would figure it out eventually.  chopsticks pick up the next finishing bites,  chewing them down quietly in the next moments of silence.  ears perk up at the offer,  taking his turn to hum beneath his breath.  ]   I'll walk,  if you're up for it.  [  he sets his utensils down,  ]   there's a chill out there though.  that's alright with you?   [  it was fine for him,  but if anything,  he knew katsuki was far from the #1 lover of chilly temperatures.  ]

☆  hopefully the lack of things was better than stress !   the weekend was alright. a mix of really good and.  not so good. so it balanced out 

☆  literally so sorry i have been slammed this weekend with plans, I've barely checked my phone  </3  replies tomorrow !!!!  I hope !!!

☆   I HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOUR DAY OFF !!!!  

/ erm are you a fortune teller [ suspicious eyebrow raise ]  @shotodism

☆   there there,, you will be alright <33

/   you've wounded me greatly, my poor pride ( nuh uh ) @shotodism