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WHO: Izuku & Everyone
WHAT: Training, quests, etc
WHERE: All around Chroma
WHEN: All of October
WARNINGS: None so far

ONE.

[Though Izuku's been in Chroma for months already, he's never really gotten out of the habit of rising early to start the day. Usually, that means training of some kind out by the forest.

This time, Izuku's hung up a few wooden targets in the trees, while he stands some distance away from them, sparking with his quirk's energy. Every few minutes or so, he'll raise his hand and, bracing himself by gripping his right wrist with his left hand, flick a finger to launch a light wind pressure attack at the targets in succession. Though a couple of them hit, he ends up missing most of them, making him huff in frustration, shaking out his hand with a wince.

It's around then that Izuku turns and notices he has company.] Oh, hey! [The pained look quickly disappears, a sunny smile taking its place, like nothing was wrong.] I'm not in your way or anything, am I?

TWO.

[As much as Izuku likes to train, it's not exactly feasible to be doing that 24/7. (And he knows he'll get scolded if he tried.) So on some afternoons, Izuku can be found in the gardens, still slowly practicing his sewing.

Or rather, he should be practicing his sewing, but instead he's become distracted. Rather than working on his pet project, Izuku's grinning as a fluffy brown cat attempts to pounce on the string he's dragging through the grass or dangling in the air. The pile of fabric and other materials has been left off to the side, abandoned.

The cat, with its sharp hearing, of course, hears someone approaching before Izuku does. It perks its ears, turns and looks right at the approaching stranger. Izuku follows its gaze until he spots whoever's standing there. With a soft laugh, he holds out the string.] Want to join us?

THREE.

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[He can't help it-- he laughs quietly at Izuku's concern, but not in an ugly way. He's pretty genuinely amused.]

My little brother tried to talk me into it, it's... There's more to it than just Dekapan being insane. Thanks for the concern, though, but it's okay.

[The anger deflates; not completely, because it still sounds horrifying, but Ichimatsu laughter does calm him down.]

You and the cat were okay, though...right?

[Izuku you're so pure. He huffs a chuckle through his nose and nods.]

Well we're both here, aren't we? He's around here somewhere, he likes to wander.

Edited 2018-10-31 11:23 (UTC)

I'm glad you're both safe, in the end. [That's the important part. Izuku's smile even begins to return now.] Even if your cat did end up with powers.

Ah, you should introduce us sometime!

[Ichimatsu's smile is somewhat rueful, and crooked like his mouth tends to be.]

...Next time he's around and I see you, I'll bring him over. [But he'll probably not speak for the duration of the time, himself. He doesn't do honesty well.]

I'll hold you to it, Matsuno-san! [Deku the cat chooses that moment to meow at Ichimatsu, like he's agreeing with his namesake.]

Ah, speaking of cats. [Now that his hands aren't occupied with playing with his cat, Izuku picks the fabric back up.] Know anyone who'd want a plush? It's one of my projects right now!

[He scrunches his face only slightly, looking between Deku-cat and Izuku's fabric.]

...ah. Not sure why, but I didn't peg you as the sort for crafts. I don't really talk to many people, though...

Ehe... you're actually not wrong. [He rubs the back of his neck, ruffling the hair there.]

I only started learning recently. The sewing helps me work on the dexterity in my fingers. [He holds up his right hand, with all the scars and crooked fingers.] If you can't think of anyone, maybe I can make one for you instead. Or your cat!

[He scrunches his face at the mangled fingers, instead, leaning closer.]

How in the fuck did you do that to your hand? You're like, twelve. [Ichimatsu.]

[He recoils slightly at the offer, looking vaguely sheepish.] I mean, if you're gonna make it anyway, I don't mind? But I'm sure you could find somebody that'd... be more worthwhile to give something you put that much effort into?

Sixteen. [Izuku looks amused as he corrects him.] This...is what happens when you don't know how to control your quirk. Whenever I tried using mine, I ended up breaking bones.

Hey. [Now Ichimatsu gets a raised eyebrow, and a slight frown.] Why would you say that? You seem pretty worthwhile to me.

[He really just looks mortified, especially the longer he looks over the scars on his hand.]

I am going to put you in a giant hamster ball filled with polyfil.

[He has the grace to look chastised, but visibly folds into himself, hunching his shoulders up around his ears.]

...what is it with everybody here saying shit like that. [He's embarrassed. But... flattered, sort of? He's at least not arguing it, right yet. Maybe he has the sense to not try arguing with Izuku. Kid basically bleeds friendship.]

A... giant hamster ball? [He's practically radiating confusion as he cocks his head to the side.] Why? Sounds like it'd be pretty hard to get anything done that way.

[Sorry, Ichimatsu, get used to hearing things like that! You're stuck with him now.] Maybe everyone says it because it's true. [Is he teasing him? Possibly, with the way he's smiling.]

[Deadpan.] Pretty hard to fuck up your hand and arm like that, too.

[He scowls, but his ears have turned red.] ...you don't know what you're talking about.

Anything's possible when quirks are involved. [Don't call him out like this, Ichimatsu!!]

You sure? [Okay, he's definitely teasing now.] Chances are most of Chroma would agree with me.

[This is technically the first time he's heard the Quirk thing-- he met Todoroki later on in the month. Still, he frowns.] That sounds like you're proud of beating the shit out of yourself.

[Grumbles.] I talk to maybe six people here, and I like it just fine like that.

[A sheepish little laugh escapes him. Maybe it does sound that way to anyone who's unfamiliar with how things worked back home.]

I guess that's one way to put it. I'm proud because I got these scars helping people. [Though he's still smiling, Izuku clenches his fist, a gleam of determination in his eyes now.] Besides, it's a reminder of how much I've improved with my power since I first got it.

[This time, Izuku raises a brow at him.] What does talking to six people have to do with how worthwhile you are?

You're sixteen, kid, shouldn't you be breaking your arms playing on a skateboard or something? "Helping people", I think my teeth are rotting out of my head...

[But he's smiling faintly. Izuku's a good kid. The smile fades and he hunches his shoulders to his ears, scowling.] None of those six people know me well enough to know I'm not worth shit.

Maybe. [Izuku smiles at him, shrugging at him helplessly.] It's pretty normal for us to start hero training at this age, though. I guess to someone from another world, it might be a little strange...

Then... that just means you should get to know them better! That way you'll know they mean it when they still tell you the same thing later.

...dunno what you mean by "hero training", but I'll say again, you're sixteen. You really shouldn't be trying to take the whole world on your shoulders.

[He scrunches his face and shakes his head.] They'll still be wrong, whether they mean it or not.

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tmw you legitimately leave the tag open for a day without sending it

that feeling

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