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vibreaks[When Shindou finally arrives, he's ten minutes late and wearing the kind of easy grin on his face that says he's doesn't care in the slightest that he's made Bakugou wait.
His approach garners a few curious glances from some students on their way out, but he takes it all in stride. Or, rather, he doesn't seem to notice at all, his sights set on something past the other boy's impatient figure, past the iron gates. The truth is, Shindou's only seen U.A. in photos or a news coverage. Like everyone else, he's keenly aware of the prestige attached to the school's name, it's just... seeing it up close shoves every impressive thing he's heard about it right into his face. It's strange.
Even once his feet have stopped beside Bakugou, Shindou's not really paying attention to him, eyes still fixed on the stately school building. Ketsubutsu looks like an molehill in comparison. Maybe less than a anthill!
Letting loose one low-pitched whistle, he shakes his head, then turns to actually regard his soon-to-be opponent, as if he's only just now noticed him.]
Oh, hey.
[And then, for lack of anything better to sayโ]
I brought your jacket.
His approach garners a few curious glances from some students on their way out, but he takes it all in stride. Or, rather, he doesn't seem to notice at all, his sights set on something past the other boy's impatient figure, past the iron gates. The truth is, Shindou's only seen U.A. in photos or a news coverage. Like everyone else, he's keenly aware of the prestige attached to the school's name, it's just... seeing it up close shoves every impressive thing he's heard about it right into his face. It's strange.
Even once his feet have stopped beside Bakugou, Shindou's not really paying attention to him, eyes still fixed on the stately school building. Ketsubutsu looks like an molehill in comparison. Maybe less than a anthill!
Letting loose one low-pitched whistle, he shakes his head, then turns to actually regard his soon-to-be opponent, as if he's only just now noticed him.]
Oh, hey.
[And then, for lack of anything better to sayโ]
I brought your jacket.
04 โ i just wish you'd open fire on me
Jan. 11th, 2019 05:17 pmupfall[when aizawa dumps the whole motley lot of them in the middle of nowhere for a day-long wilderness exercise, uraraka half-expects it to go just as well as last year's summer training camp. which is to say, not at all.
one, it's the dead of winter. there are already a couple million ways someone can die while roughing it out in the woods, why not heap an avalanche of snow on top?
two, they were all arbitrarily distributed throughout the forest. they'd have to tough the climate out on their own, unless they chanced upon one of the others at some point. not exactly something she'd hold her breath for.
it's not all bad, though.
before being dropped in snow hell, the students of class 1-a were given the small kindness of a pack, containing the bare minimum of equipment needed to survive: some flares in case of an emergency, water, and one randomized item. for uraraka, it'd been a single multitool. a lot of good that'll do her when the hypothermia sets in.
that's how she finds herself in the back of a cave, knowing full well that her attempts to light a fire won't give because the only kindling she could scavenge was damp wood and clumps of dead grass. she persists!]
Alright, let's try this againโ [cue the sounds of stones hitting against each other, but not quite with enough friction cause a spark] Rrrgh. Come... on...
one, it's the dead of winter. there are already a couple million ways someone can die while roughing it out in the woods, why not heap an avalanche of snow on top?
two, they were all arbitrarily distributed throughout the forest. they'd have to tough the climate out on their own, unless they chanced upon one of the others at some point. not exactly something she'd hold her breath for.
it's not all bad, though.
before being dropped in snow hell, the students of class 1-a were given the small kindness of a pack, containing the bare minimum of equipment needed to survive: some flares in case of an emergency, water, and one randomized item. for uraraka, it'd been a single multitool. a lot of good that'll do her when the hypothermia sets in.
that's how she finds herself in the back of a cave, knowing full well that her attempts to light a fire won't give because the only kindling she could scavenge was damp wood and clumps of dead grass. she persists!]
Alright, let's try this againโ [cue the sounds of stones hitting against each other, but not quite with enough friction cause a spark] Rrrgh. Come... on...
