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Who: Midoriya and you!
When: Late September
Where: Library
What: Midoriya seeks the wise advice of the library and perhaps some passerby’s (Part II: Bakugou the Asshole)
Rating: None

Dear… Family of the departed? No, that sounds kind of weird. To the family of Gene… Ugh… [ Midoriya sits at a table in the library, anything but quiet as he mumbles to himself and hunches over a paper. Around him are towers of books on a variety of subjects, though there is a theme of writing to them. Looks like SOMEBODY is having trouble writing letters. ]

This shouldn’t be so difficult, but I feel so insincere… Maybe I should just keep using the same format? No, that’s not right…. But what if [ “QUIET IN THE LIBRARY”. ] S-sorry….

[ not too far away from him, a bunny hops around, eating the pages on some of the books as Midoriya pays no attention to his mischief. ] It’ll be an easy job, they said…. Won’t even break a sweat…

(( For Bakugou; ))
[ At least in his room he’s fairly quiet. Still he’s working on his letters, a little better at writing them now that he’s did a little research and gotten some good advice, but it still plagues him on exactly what he’s supposed to write.

Above him, Midoriya has pinned a single letter above his bed. “I’M YOUR BIGGEST FAN.” He’d gotten it about a week ago now. The writing on it was poor and incorrect, clearly sent from a small child, but it was still a fan letter. Though his mind isn’t settled on it now, the thing did make his heart swell with pride. He was glad to be able to help the people here, even in small ways. ]

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[ Bakugou comes back to the room that evening after a long day of training, and while the silence Midoriya had to himself is left uninterrupted, the air grows tense as soon as Bakugou steps through the door.

He doesn't care much for his new weapon since it's merely cheap replacement for his original powers, but Bakugou wouldn't allow himself to lie around uselessly either. He'd rather angrily hone his new skills than do that anyways. Plopping his bag down on his bed, never mind a greeting, he doesn't even bother looking at Midoriya, just like always. Bakugou's gotten used to ignoring him for the most part, even if they have to share the same room.

However, Midoriya's existence in this place still pisses him off, and the pinned letter above his bed even more so with each passing day. So he finally cuts through that silence, one that's lasted for almost three weeks between them. ]

Bastard Deku, what have you been doing?

Edited 2016-09-29 00:37 (UTC)

[ Since the awkward first encounter, Midoriya opted just to like. Not. Bakugou was near impossible to deal with in the first place, but since the daring and admittedly stupid rescue of Bakugou from the (many) hands of the villains, he admittedly felt fairly awkward about Bakugou just by virtue of the thing. So any time Bakugou came into the room as Midoriya occupied it, he spared nothing more than a glance before hunching awkwardly back into whatever task he had set himself to before Bakugou came - just more awkward and intentionally quieter.

Which is exactly how Midoriya responds when Bakugou enters the room on this particular day, poking an eye around the corner of his paper, and then disappearing behind it and his knees once more. It felt weird having him here- it was one thing to have Bakugou as a classmate, seeing him nearly daily as they sat near each other in class; but sharing a room with him...? It's not that Midoriya felt unsafe but.... god, it made him nervous.

So hearing the name, Midoriya looks quickly to Bakugou, honestly surprised that the silence that was between them didn't last forever. ] I-I....

[ he looks back at the letter in his lap.] I was just working on letters for the uhm... fallen ones' families. Y.. you know, that one job posting? [ Why is he asking? Why does he care? ]

[ He doesn't, because - ] That's not what I meant.

[ Bakugou clicks his tongue, gritting his teeth as he moves to sits down at the foot of his bed, facing Midoriya like he can't believe he has to explain this. Elbows rested on his thighs, there's a slight slouch in his posture as he looks up at him with the same unimpressed scowl on his face. Truthfully, Bakugou doesn't want to talk, but there are things he's kept to himself for long enough.

Clutching his own hands he looks down for a moment, a thumb smoothing over the surface of his palm, the wounds finally healed now since he stupidly blew his hand up. ]

Your powers. Are you fine with losing them? [ He knows, he knows, he knows. ]

Oh. That. [ That makes more sense. That's something Bakugou would care about, though Midoriya reasoned it was for Bakugou's own selfish purposes and not something greater. He pauses a moment, thinking about himself, assuming Bakugou doesn't know any better. Remembering what All Might had told him after he tried to tell Bakugou before. Of course he's not fine. Realizing he had lost his quirk was just short of devastating, but he didn't externalize that. After watching the flame of All Might's torch go out in a blaze of glory, to realize that it was squelched in Midoriya so quickly after that.....

He feels terrible about it. But he can't tell Bakugou that. It was a secret for a reason. He stares at his paper as he thinks of his answer - waffling through the catacombs of frustration and self-doubt. ] Not really, [ he mutters, turning his pen over and running the nub over the paper idly. ] It's not like I feel different so I keep thinking maybe it's still there just... dormant. [ It felt the same when he got it. ]

[ ... ] You're the same, right? But... you've always had yours- k-known it was there. Does it feel different?

I don't feel any differently either.

[ He almost looks angry when he responds, fingers digging a little deeper into his hands. Even before the kidnapping, Bakugou has always taken Midoriya's words into consideration. It's not being something he actively thinks about, but he remembers it clearly. After the kidnapping though, while All Might refused to tell him anything, it doesn't take a genius to put two-and-two together when Midoriya basically blabbed to him about his inherited quirk the first week of school.

He has no reason to hide what he's figured out, especially not now... not that he's ever meant to. ]

But you of all people should find a way to go home. [ All Might's retired now, and the memories of his final battle as a Hero sticks with him too. If Midoriya indeed has that kind of connection to All Might, then he shouldn't be here. Bakugou's pissed that he's here for that very reason above all else. ]

[ Midoriya stares for a moment, his brows furrowed in confusion. Why would Bakugou care about that? Midoriya wasn't anyone special - not on the surface. The only reason Bakugou would have to say something like that, at least Midoriya reasoned, was a desire to get rid of him. He was sure Bakugou was already sick of having to room with him every day. He felt certain of Bakugou's hatred of him. But there was something in the phrasing, the way he put it.... what Bakugou was saying was sincere. He believed honestly that Midoriya needed to be home for a reason. Of course Midoriya knew why he had to be home, but... he had no reason to believe Bakugou knew..... Unless he did?

Unsure and nervous, he smiles anxiously, a response as if to cover another feeling that even he couldn't identify. ] ...I... really don't think that's true. There's plenty of people here who ought to be home, I mean... c'mon, Kacchan. [ Don't be ridiculous. ]

[ DON'T. C'MON HIM. YOU LIL SHIT.

He shoots Midoriya a glare, one's that actually filled with fury and less with the exasperation he was showing before, because the one that is being ridiculous is Deku, not him. That kind of half-assed response from him was the last thing he wanted, and it only meant that Midoriya isn't even trying to go home, at least in his eyes. ]

What can do you here? [ He growls angrily, taking out his weapon from his pocket, gripping onto the dispenser as if he wants to crush the whole thing in his hand. And for a moment it begins to sounds like they're going to have that familiar conversation again, one where Bakugou talks because he wants to assert his position as superior, and Deku as someone who can't do anything. ]

This. Or whatever you got, it doesn't fucking mean shit. [ Until it's not. ] Your "borrowed power"... you can't make it your own here.

[ He can't just fucking lose that power. Dormant or not. Bakugou won't have that. He stands, moving to grab something in his bag before he leaves, having said what he needed to say. He doesn't intend to stick around with only Deku in the room. ]

[ With a stack of medical textbooks, Maki's own reading tastes hides the owner of the voice talking to himself in the library sitting further down from her. Something about his troubles though catches her attention, even beyond the instinct to tell him not to talk in a library.

Leaning back, she notices that he's about her age, and having issues with... writing letters? Well, she's been writing them nonstop herself lately, so she can't help but be the perfect student she is, and offer her help, even while making it seem like sound like she doesn't want to. ]

It's just writing a letter, isn't it? Didn't you learn how to do that in school already? If you really can't do I can help you, that way you don't bother everyone else in the library talking to yourself.

[ She's already looking away and twirling her hair, as she speaks to him. ]

[ Midoriya looks fairly natural when he's interrupted from his work, listening quietly as Maki talks, though he definitely feels a little embarrassed inwardly. Did he really sound that clueless? But her final remark does make him blush and tighten. Oh god, he really was being a pain in the ass wasn't he ] S-sorry! It helps me organize my thoughts. And they won't let me check out all the books I want.... [ He pauses, pushing a hand into his mat of curly hair as he casts a long stare at his work. There's a lot of scratch outs on the paper he's got in front of him. Like a lot. ]

It's not that I don't know how to write a letter, it's just how to write like... this kind of letter. They don't really teach you how to do condolence letters in school....

[ It's not that she means to be bossy, or unpleasant at all... but sometimes being a tsundere one can't help come across that way. Even so, she looks back when Midoriya starts to speak, still twirling her hair, watching him, and looking at what he wrote so far...

He really does need help, that much is clear. ]

You're stuck on the beginning, right? Read me what you have so far, and I'll give you my thoughts. I've seen my Papa give bad news to patients families before, so I'm sure I could help.

[ She's had to do some herself here... not that she wants to think too much on her own failings. But something stops her suddenly, as she starts to sit down, interrupting Midoriya before he could even likely get a word in. ]

N-Not that I want to help or anything, but you're being loud so the quicker you get this done the sooner I can get back to my own studies!

Uh... Alright, if you don't mind. [ Patients. Her dad must be a doctor? He looks over his paper a second, before revealing that he also has a couple of crumpled up drafts which he's now unfolding and looking over. ] Let me see, then... This one's probably the better one of these all, except... It's still bad.

Dear Family of Gene Estabe, My name is Midoriya Izuku and want to say I'm sorry for your loss. Losing someone is really awful and I'm sure it's hard on you. -except that should be hard for you, huh? Ugh... [ he huffs and continues. ] The heroes are doing their best so we don't lose anyone else and hope that will help you feel better. Sorry for your loss, Midoriya Izuku

[ We could title this letter "How many ways you can use loss in a sentence" or "Don't be so fucking awkward, Deku" or even "Minimalism doesn't do sympathy."

Edited (realizing a day later u typoed oops) 2016-09-29 22:38 (UTC)

[ She really doesn't mind, and actually Maki feels good about helping other people. She just can't say that she does, out loud anyway. No, that's way too hard for a tsundere girl like herself, and even she knows it.

So instead she puts on an unconvincing act like this is some kind inconvenience to a popular and busy rich girl like herself... all while giving her complete attention and focus. ]

You should open up on something softer. Who you are doesn't really matter at the moment, right? So you don't have to use your own name right at the start. Just because you're sending condolences doesn't mean you have to lead with that. Maybe write something more poetic to start. My tutor always taught me that to start a proper letter you are supposed to mention the weather and seasons.

[ Maki rattles off one idea after the next, all while grabbing her pen to fix spelling mistakes and drawing arrows and things to move words around. ]

Edited 2016-09-30 00:20 (UTC)

[ he's wandered over from a different section of the library to put back some books he's been reading, and serpico almost steps on the ball of fluff sitting on the floor. and while it takes him a moment of squinting to figure out what exactly it appears to be munching on, it's not too hard to connect the dots. ]

... excuse me.

[ hopefully that quiet mutter will be enough to break midoriya's focus and draw his attention.

serpico's standing behind his seat, gently holding his carrier in one hand. and in the other, a few crinkled pages that look conspicuously gnawed around the edges, missing quite a few good chunks.

the rabbit's still chewing. ]

Sorry to bother you, but is this little one yours?

[ Midoriya starts, turns, and stare for a moment, a little bewildered about the whole thing. Bunny... bunny... OH, SHIT. ] Oh, geez!! [ He jumps from his seat and scoops the rabbit up, looking all too ashamed of himself. ] I didn't even realize he got away, thanks so much. [ And then to the rabbit: ] You're really a terror, you know that?

[ His gaze shifts over to the books in Serpico's hand, and turns a pasty shade of white. ] ... Don't tell me he did all that.

[ the rabbit gets a brief scritch between the ears as its handed over, and serpico cants his head at that question. ]

Well ... [ yes. but midoriya's looking awfully pale, like he'd panic badly if he hears that answer. serpico ponders his words for just a moment before answering casually. ] Your little friend was the culprit, yes. But the librarian didn't seem to have noticed, and I put the book back for now. I suppose nobody has to know.

[ he uncrinkles the half-eaten pages to glance over them. ]

This only appears to be a foreword, anyhow.

Ah-hah... [ It sounds like he's trying to laugh, but he honestly feels way too bad about the whole thing. ] I guess if it's just a foreword it's not the end of the world.

[ Setting his bunny on the table, he pats the creature for a moment before turning his attention back to Serpico. ] Thanks for, uh, covering for me. I'm not sure why he'd do it since I fed him this morning. Maybe he just has a voracious appetite? [ he presses a finger to his lip as he thinks, mumbling to himself ] That's probably why he goes after my cereal all the time.... [ meanwhile, the rabbit has taken to eating the letter he was working on. Don't worry, this one appears to be covered mostly in unwanted scratch outs. ] I can't say I'm used to rabbits eating homework- more likely dogs...!

They do seem to eat quite a lot. [ he glances up briefly to where his own carrier, a massive dragonfly, sits perched on top of a bookshelf. frankly, the number of dead mice it wolfs down daily is a little scary. ] Perhaps some time outside would do it good? I believe wild rabbits spend a fair amount of time foraging. Outside, your friend could terrorize the weeds and bushes instead of any more books.

[ leaning a little on the desk, serpico reaches forward to gently rescue that half-eaten page from midoriya's little fuzzy ball of trouble. ]

And it might spare your, ah, hard work, as well.

[ he raises an eyebrow at the copious number of cross-outs on the page before offering it forth for midoriya to take back. ]

Hey.

[ Guess who found the bunny munching on the pages of a book he wanted to read. This guy. He's generally disgruntled, but he's cradling the bunny in his arms like a baby rather than holding it by the scruff. It... seems so fragile, so!! ]

Is this yours? I wanted you to know your buddy here has been making this library his banquet.

[ Cue showing a book with the edges rigged, pages obviously torn. It has definitely seen better days. While a man with a bunny shouldn't be intimidating to say the least, Takumi has a rather intense glower. ]

Huh? [ Midoriya turns, first registering the words before he knew what he was even looking at, but the color drains from his face once the connection clicks. ] W-wait, he did all that?? L-let me see, please!

[ Once handed, he looks at the book. Oh god it's in ruins. ] I knew he was a trouble maker but I didn't think... Oh man...! [ His head tilts back as his poster breaks, groaning. ] The librarians are gonna have it in for me.

[ He crosses his arms tightly against his chest, gauging the other person's guilt by their reactions. Well... Midoriya already looks like he's going to bawl his eyes out. There's an exasperated sigh as he mulls over the weary book. ]

At least think of the scholars that suffer from this, too. [ Basically, he wanted to read it. ] I'm sure the librarian has something in store for you.

I heard that prisoners of the library never sleep, something about what they've seen.

[ The library was like her second home, and usually Lux left others to do as they pleased there. It was rude to bother others while they were studying. But seeing Midoriya there (oh, the guy he pulled away from all those fanboys and fangirls), clearly struggling with something, Lux couldn't help but find herself curious.

He wasn't studying, but laboring over some kind of writing. Huh. Quietly making her way over, she let her hands slip behind her back, head tilting to the side. Was he..? ]

A letter?

[ Lux, you really need to stop being so nosy. ]

[ Without thinking, he slaps his hand over the letter as he turns around, anxious who it could be but-

Oh! It's her. ] Oh! Hey, s-sorry, you startled me. I, uh, [ He pulls his hand away from the letter, letting it rest in his lap as he turns to see her a little better. It must have just been a reflex when he hid the paper, as he seems not to care too much about the piles of scribble marks on his poorly crafted letter. ] I was just trying to start work on this job I got....

[ Oh, she didn't mean to startle him! Taking a step back, her smile only grew, as a means to reassure. Note to self: he was a bit jumpy. ]

What job? Writing letters? Who to?

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