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☹ ⇋ (natsuo for shouto)
Send “ ☹ ⇋ ”, and it’s your character living the pain. 7. Both legs broken
He had seen the fight on Natsuo’s television, had seen how close it was to where they were, the damage that was already being caused. This still didn’t prepare him when they building suddenly shook with the power of an explosion. A second one, much closer than the first had Shoto falling to the floor, and he barely had time to stand as half of the floor cracked and gave way, taking his brother down with it.
“Natsuo!” Shoto started to run forward, hoping to catch his brother, when the floor beneath him gave out as well, and he fell off balance with a gasp, activating his ice on instinct to allow him to slide to the ground instead. He lost sight of Natsuo on the fall down, and hurries back to his feet, stumbling through rubble before finding his brother across the room. But to his horror, Shoto finds Natsuo in pain, both of his brother’s legs bent at awkward angles. His left leg is in worse shape, and though he can’t see the break Shoto is sure that one has broken through the skin with the way his brother’s pant leg is slowly staining red with blood.
“Natsuo, I- Shit..” He needed to get his brother out of here before more of the building fell down around them, but Natsuo obviously couldn’t walk, and Shoto was afraid that trying to lift him would only hurt more. After a moment’s thought, Shoto pressed his hand down beside Natsuo, forming a sheet of ice under his brother to allow him to stay sprawled out. It would be a slow process with all of the rubble around them, but if he could use his ice to push Natsuo along, then Shoto hoped they could find more help outside. “We’re getting out of this. I’m...” An apology dies in his throat, it’s useless when he’d already failed to keep his brother safe.
a hug for good luck (Mashirao to Todoroki)
* hug prompts
the hug takes shoto off guard, and he tenses in his classmates arms before forcing himself to relax. it’s just ojiro, who is honestly one of his classmates that he gets along with best, and he’s wanted to get better at this anyway, allowing touch from those he trusts. but the hug is already over moments after he relaxes, barely giving him time to return the hug, so shoto just tries to give a reassuring smile as the blonde pulls back, wishing him good luck.
“ thank you, ojiro, i’ll be fine. we’ll meet back here as soon as we’re done. ” they’ve been through plenty of fights such as this before, much more frequently than they should be exposed to at this point in their hero training, but it was nothing unexpected by now. “ be careful. “ it’s said as more of an afterthought, but only because he’s not that used to having teammates or friends to wish luck or care to.
“This is the ugliest sweater I have ever seen. It’s perfect.” - @phantomik (Camie)? sorry i'm sending this from toga's blog I can't send things from Camie's.
Christmas Sentence Starters @phantomik
“ thank you.. i think. “ as usual, he was never sure what camie was trying to say, but at this point, he figured that he should only be concerned if by some miracle he ever understood her. but shoto was quickly finding out that there were a lot of aspects of christmas that he’d missed out on during his childhood, he hadn’t even heard about this apparent ugly sweater tradition until earlier that month. though he hadn’t really meant to participate.
(hakkajiten, to Shoto) 2
* hug prompts send a number for a hug! feel free to combine prompts. 2. a relieved hug
he sees momo coming before she wrapping her arms around him, and that helps him relax into the hug more quickly, his own arms wrapping around the brunette’s waist. they’d been separated in the fight, villains wanting to split the students into more manageable groups, but it looked like they’d both come out of it okay.
“ i’m glad you’re alright. “ he told her, as he pulled back to look over her face and make sure she really was okay, but other than looking a little worn out, likely from quirk use, she did appear fine. “ none of the others were hurt, were they? “