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➤ ` ASTRAEOS. (  vibraea  )

          ۵ ◜𝄞◞ ۵ ┊ Yet with his response she can all but tell that he, most definitely, minded. She doesn’t even have to look at him to know. A nice little side note of her quirk is that it can sometimes help her detect whether someone is being truthful or not. Similar to a lie detector, but most of the time she merely passes it off as ‘reading someone’s vibe’. 

❝ Within reason. Yes. And what happens if we push too far? ❞ A simple enquiry. ❝ I’m not going easy on you, far from it. ❞ The way he’s carrying himself right now… he’s clearly pushed himself a bit far already and it didn’t sit right with her to watch him push himself even further. To watch him wreck himself again. 

How in the world is she supposed to put this? How does she manage to get all her thoughts out there, to him, in a concise, friendly, and proper manner? If there’s one thing she’s struggled to do in her time here at UA, it’s connecting with others. It didn’t used to be so difficult and yet… she finds it difficult to talk here. 

Her hands press together, as she leans forward, first bringing them to the bridge of her nose as if silently praying for a quick moment before directing said gesture back at Midoriya. ❝ How do I say this? In the nicest and least troublesome way possible… ❞ She speaks, quietly and attempting to keep a calm tone. ❝ Frankly, while I do respect that you want to get stronger. You cannot keep doing this to yourself. Maybe everyone else has been lenient about it so far, but I’m going to have to put the foot down since no one else has the balls to say something. Forgive me if I’m treading where I shouldn’t but… ❞ And she can feel her thoughts already muddling together, clarity fading as the tightness in her chest starts to form. Damn it. Gemiya takes another breath in an attempt to clear up some. 

After the exhale, she continues. ❝ You’re never going to get to where you want to be if you keep tearing yourself to shreds. You know how muscles work right? Sure you do. You worked hard for your current form in order to get here. Do you know what happens to muscles when you push them to r e a s o n a b l e limits? They get torn. They tear ever so slightly and moreso, the more you push them. And given time to heal, they grow bigger and stronger. However. ❞ A pause, as she collects her thoughts for the next round of the ‘lecture’. ❝ If you just rip them apart completely, what do they have to heal? Nothing. And you’ve done nothing more than give yourself a permanent injury that there’s no healing from. No getting stronger. Nada. Instead… you just make it harder for yourself to save others. And you’ll have put a limit on yourself because you were trying so hard to push past it. ❞ She let’s out one last, shaky breath before pushing herself up off the floor. 

❝ But if you really insist on destroying yourself… physically and .. emotionally… ❞ That last part is more murmured than the rest, (he isn’t exactly subtle) ❝ Then let’s continue. ❞ With shield at the ready, she takes her defensive stance and wears a rather cold expression. Part of her wants to apologize, for talking out of place. She knows they’re not friends, so what right did she have to lecture him? And yet… she doesn’t regret it, but stars above knew that it took quite a bit of courage to say something. Fighting and combat is easy. Talking…. less so.

         Almost, he almost wants to object again, but another gentle self reminder that the question came from a place of concern held his tongue. Shoulders slumping somewhat, tension in it slightly eased. Uncertainty colors his wavering voice, ❝ I just... ❞

        The calm tone passes on by to snag his initial attention, making it all too easy for the somewhat harsh words they belied to dig in. A flinch surges through his body, arms instinctively raising before the motion is aborted just as abruptly, leaving the boy visibly uncomfortable. Shoulders stiffen further, hunched inwards slightly as if it could soften the blow, almost shrinking back into an unseen shell. Hands tightly clench, a faint hope to the hide the trembles wracking them. Emotions roiling inside, a confused mass mashed violently together without any regard for cohesion, mixed signals abound. He doesn't know if he's sad. If he's angry. If he's upset. Or maybe all that and more. Whatever the feeling wracking his nerves, lips pulled into a wobbly, thin line. Lowered eyes strayed aside. Guess you didn't need a sound quirk to leave someone winded. But then again, he was all too aware of that.

        A part of him wants to throw in the towel from that alone. A old feeling, one he so disliked / so avoided, began to well up, so he shoved it down, pushed it back into the dark corner out of sight out of mind where it belonged before it built further or worse, be misdirected.

         ( drinking it all in without complaint, stomaching it without a sound of protest, no matter what it was. deku had grown very good at that, hadn't he ? )

         ❝ I have to. ❞ A admission of sorts. To her ? To him ? Who knows. He doubted it could be understood even if he had the words for it, but he had to.

         Yet he fails to fall back into a stance. There's not so much as a shift. He can barely look in her direction, much less meet her eyes. A neutral smile plastered on, one not so different from the normal one he wore, full of platitudes meant to pacify, still retaining a bit of that shakiness. ❝ But... But I-I'll stop, for now. ❞ Voice far more quiet, subdued even. Despite criticism, he did know when to pick his battles, a skill honed all too well, and this new confrontation that had suddenly sprung up drew a line in the sand he wasn't prepared to cross during training of all things. She was right in a way ( of course you couldn’t do it. you can’t do anything ). Might as well acquiesce, stop stirring the pot, and call it a day. Izuku doesn't want to speak further anyhow, to make things worse by opening his mouth yet again. He’d gotten a bit too comfortable, overstepped his assigned boundaries.

         He's still that same Deku. Nothing's changed at all.

➤ ` GEMIYA. (  vibraea  )

۵ ◜𝄞◞ ۵ ┊ A friendly hand is thrown up as she walks up, waving back at the other who had been patiently waiting at their agreed meeting spot. It’s another day and another opportunity to do some more exploration on behalf of the guild. “I see you.” She exclaims cheerfully, closing the distance before holding out a piece of parchment. “So I know we said we’d look for a commission together but I uh… kind of took the initiative. I hope you don’t mind? I wanted to snag it before someone else did.” It was the type of commission that Bennet liked after all, or… what she assumed he liked from having talked with him a few times already.

          “What do you think? It sounds easy enough. The scholar wants us to explore a temple and pick up a few items that are specific to that area. Anything extra we find is ours to keep. There’s probably going to be monsters in the way, but I think we can handle them.” Gemiya nods, confident in their abilities despite the bad luck Bennet tends to bring. That and the temple was above ground and already established to be relatively safe; making environmental hazards minimal. Hopefully he’s on board with it.

          “We can leave whenever you’re ready but first…” She points her thumb over her shoulder and towards Good Hunter’s restaurant.  “Want to grab lunch? An adventurer’s worst enemy is hunger after all!” 

         The half expected sting of disappointment melted away and small cinders of hope and excitement flared. Lips parted, grin breaking out across scuffed features, a tinge of relief coloring it. Consuming worries of her being a no show — deciding it wasn't worth the pressing risk to party up with him after all — turned out to be for naught. Sticky strings of bad luck had yet to scare off his newest fellow adventurer !  He'd be journeying with someone today, rather than the constant silence serving as his most faithful companion, reminding him of how other members of Benny's adventure team were still on extended leave.

         A light jog up stone steps had Bennett bounding across that short distance to meet her halfway, just catching himself when unbalanced weight threatened to send him careening as that last step made contact with a loose rock in his path.

         ❝ I don't mind. Thanks for agreeing to come along with me. ❞  Outstretched hand took the paper, eyes skimming over the details scrawled on rough parchment. Oh, these kinds of quests. Two person minimum recommendations prompted teamwork, reduced danger and increased efficiency. Thankfully, he had one right here.  ❝ Hmm, you're right about that... ❞  Fingers tapped the underside of the jaw, hum drawn to an almost exaggerated length as he pondered her words.  ❝ We could drop by. It gets busy around lunch but maybe Sara has couple of spare seats. After that we can start. Hopefully, there'll be a ton of treasure waiting for us ! ❞

@vibraea​ asked; ❛  why did you bring me here ?  ❜ @ Kairi !

►  ❪  NOT HERE  ❫

        It’s just a little hard to persuade the other. A difficult task in coaxing her friend into following without receiving too many questions, walking that thin line. A balancing act of crafting responses adequate enough to satisfy and parry digs for information while not revealing crucial details. Gemiya’s smart, might piece together too many context clues, unravel and spoil the whole ‘surprise’ half of the effort.

         It’s nothing to worry about / no real big deal if she’s found out but it still had fingers fidgeting, dancing along hems, thumbing buttons, unconsciously giving her hands something to occupy as the tram swayed with the motion of rolling down the town’s railways. Gentle orange shades draped across the evening bustle as they passed, the laughter of children engaged in activities of fun ringing clear. Arriving at the destination discarded those reservations, a breath of relief in stepping down off the tight rope, no more need to tip toe about the reason the girls stood in twilit plaza, bistro’s sign a beacon among the calm.

         ❝ Come on Gemi, do you really need to ask ? ❞  She tugged eyes away from partly-clouded skies. Warmth, near blinding - in her gaze / smile / heart, a hand reaching out to clasp Gemiya’s tightly.  ❝ You work so hard !  I think you deserve a break now and then. ❞

         Uncle Scrooge wouldn’t mind her borrowing the kitchen for a bit, providing she produce her own ingredients of course. With pointers from Little Chef to elevate baking skills to new heights, she’s certain to whip up something curated to her friend’s tastes.  ❝ So let me just do a little thing for you, alright ? ❞

@vibraea​​ asked; ❛   there have been countless times in my life when i thought i’d be better off dead.  ❜  @ Izuku

►  ❪  BROKEN  ❫

         Like so many times prior, body reacted before mind caught up, before information properly settled. It often propelled Izuku  ( always moving forward / it's not repose lining your seat of rest / you know what happens when you dare to stop ), throwing him straight in the fray, body a shield to be sacrificed / pieces easily thrown aside. A true mark of a hero as some say. If harm or suffering of another can be reduced, it’s always worth it. 

         There’s no isolated problem he’s capable of solving head on now. No tangible threat to fling himself in front of. And so the opposite set in. Limbs frozen, wide eyes staring, dismay etched in lips parted and words caught in throat. This coldness sinking into his veins, it's not Todoroki around the corner inducing ice to creep up his legs. It's something else. It’s inside.

         Faint, the croak of her name aired from wrung out lungs, face crumpling before he could stop it.  ❝ Gemiya… ❞

         He didn't know the whole story, the full picture, but this ?  The singular glimpse right here ?  It’s enough to set on edge, unease skittering down his skin with the grace afforded to spiders. Where did he start with responding ?  How did someone even begin ? 

         Desire to fix and fix and fix led nowhere with no immediate solution, leaving him to flounder haplessly, grasp for answers that didn't exist. Disconcerting, how close it resembled the inner turmoil after hearing about Ingenium and watching Iida spiral all whilst wearing a brave face, maintaining the facade of normalcy.

         How ?  How do I help ?

         Better off dead.

         Despair threatening to swallow whole and snuff the light far beyond horizons unseen to the eye, tunnel was too generous of a word for the kind of darkness he grew up in but… 

         Izuku's too stubborn / too set on hopeless dreams / too full of rage to lay down and die.

         ❝ You can- you come talk to me okay ?  Next time you feel like that I…I don’t know how much that will do but…❞  Words struggled to fit in the mouth, uneven weight perched on the tongue. They seemed more fitting for lodging in his throat than conveying his messy bundle of thoughts. Digits curled and uncurled by his sides.  ❝ I... Maybe... it's better when you're not alone. When you have someone else there to work through difficult feelings with you. ❞

➤ ` GEMIYA. (  vibraea  )

     ۵ ◜𝄞◞ ۵ ┊ Feeling the yank of unfamiliar hands gave her cause to be on high alert as soon as she was able to steady herself. The sheer cold had already been enough of a nuisance since walking up here and now she has to deal with a possible stranger putting her hands on her?! Nope. Nuh-uh. Not today! Not– oh. … It’s Bennet! … He’s okay. 

     The grip on her weapons loosens and Gemiya sloowly guides them back to their place, having been prepared to whip them out to defend herself. With a sigh she collects herself and takes in the situation and her surroundings- in a few seconds concludes that… Bennet was probably taking shelter from the wild weather howling just outside the cave they were in. And Bennet had just saved her from being knocked over by a rather sizeable ice projectile. Something she should have been conscious of but… she could scold herself for that later.

     “Uh– yeah. Kind of. I was searching for some starsilver. There’s a weapon that I’m interested in and the blacksmith mentioned that Starsilver would be a great material for it. I haven’t had much luck in finding any though.” Her lips pull themselves to the side in pensive thought, wondering where good places for such metals would be. But before that- “And what about you? Did you get yourself trapped again? Did you at least bring a sweater? You know more than I do how dangerous and cold Dragonspine can be!”

         Boy perked at the mention of the city’s residential  ( lone )  smithy, ❝ If Mister Wagner's takin’ care of it, it oughta turn out great. If you’d like, I can help out with finding some- ❞

         Offer halted, rotund eyes blinking under the veritable barrage of inquiries aimed towards his person. Life’s consistent twists and turns prepared the wayward youth for much of the dangers of the world, but genuine concern  ( outside of his dads, because of course they look out / love / care for him and he to them, nothing would change that )  somehow always caught Bennett flat-footed, foreign and strange, yet also always welcomed.

         Sheepish grin curved the lips, a beat of surprised laughter tickling them. Gloved finger tugged at the collar of an outfit most certainly unsuited to the cold environment, soon coming to scratch behind an ear doused in a roseate hue.  ❝ Haha, sorry. No sweater for me. All I got are the clothes on my back, but I’m good for now. I have a few tricks for keeping myself warm. You don’t gotta worry about me. ❞ Besides, he'd dove into a modest crack in the earth before the freezing temperature could really seep in and chill heated blood, to threaten to ice exposed skin. Some rough approximation of a camp had been pieced together before he happened to spy her silhouette through blustering winds.

         ❝ I’m on a little hunting expedition today !  I overhead something by the Guild from a party that just returned from the mountains and thought I’d check it out myself. Was planning on being in an’ out real quick but I got... delayed by the weather. Among other things. ❞  Said interruptions consisting of being assailed by a litany of sneaky whopperflowers, falling into a rock deposit and getting knocked by a wild boar into frigid waters. No point in delving into the specifics the day’s woes tossed upon sturdy shoulders thus far. It's simply par for the course for adventures with the luck inherent to this toughened body.  ❝ A few looks at those dark clouds were just enough of a heads up to duck for cover before the snowstorm rolled in and the rocks and ice started flying. It’s all good though !  Shouldn’t be too much of a setback. Nothing too bad like a cave in or anything has happened yet. I'll find some treasure in no time at all. ❞

STYLE [ from kairi! ]

     ۵ ◜𝄞◞ ۵ ┊ “Kairi what’s this all about?” She asks, a soft laugh in her tone. 

     For a while now Kairi had been leading her around the Destiny Islands; showing her the sights and taking in the scenery. Not that they hadn’t done this all before, but Gemiya never tired of the scenery here. It was calming for her, relaxing and a small reprieve in times where she felt as if she constantly had to keep her guard up.

     At first it seems like a regular hangout, complete with a small bit of shopping on the residential island. Gemiya was quite happy about the freshly made crepe in her hand, happily biting down on it and careful not to waste a single drop of cream or chocolate. While munching away at the treat, she followed Kairi around and she seemed- intent on buying particular items. Gemiya knew Kairi had a penchant for collecting hair accessories ( the adorable minnie ears coming to mind ) so she figured this was part of it. Looked like there was a new stock of hair clips and bows that had come in and of course, Kairi couldn’t resist. 

     Gemiya didn’t think much of it, but with the sun setting it was probably time for them to head in for the night and the two made their way to Kairi’s place. The brunette merely followed Kairi’s lead but as soon as the both of them step into her room, Gemiya had frozen in place.

     “Oh.” Of course. Now she knows what this is about. Gemiya’s complexion fades into a pale state, only now just realizing what had been going on up until this moment.

The day had all been an elaborate trap in order to get Gemiya to drop her guard and agree to what Kairi had very obviously prepared. The vanity is lined with different leave-in conditioners, clean hairbrushes, a hair curler and straigthener and hair accessories. Everything is tip-top and ready and practically sparkling as Kairi had made it look all too inviting. Dark Honey eyes scan the rest of the vanity, looking for-- ah. There it is. The dreaded tool. Scissors. They’re not in place with the rest of the hair styling items but the fact they were there! No.... no. Gemiya is about to turn around, but of course Kairi is at the doorway blocking her exit.

     “I’m... not getting out of this am I?” Gemiya could see it in the other’s eyes. 

     Kairi why? Kairi knows Gemiya is particular about her hair and is even fussier about who handles it. Yet... she can’t back out now since Kairi had treated her to the crepe and a couple of other treats earlier. She knew it was too good to be true. Kairi had always wanted to style her hair... and Gemiya honestly couldn’t blame her. What with the length and soft curl to it? It is rather inviting.

     “Fine. Okay fine. No scissors though!” 

     It doesn’t take long but Gemiya admits defeat and agrees to let Kairi have her fun. Part of her wants to curse how easily she gave in but... how could she regret it when she could see the sparkle in the eyes of one of her closest friends upon agreeing.

     As if worried that Gemiya might take it back, Kairi is happily quick to get to work on her dark chocolate tresses. At the very least, Gemiya could see her friend’s elated expression through the vanity mirror ( as well as make sure she doesn’t reach for those scissors ).

     After about an hour’s worth of work, Kairi proclaims that she is done. From what Gemiya could see, there was a lot of braiding done but judging by the grin on her friend’s face there seems to be more to it. Kairi proudly hands over a small handmirror over to Gemiya so that she could better see the handiwork. 

     Sure enough, as Gemiya turns around and sees the back of her head by using the vanity’s mirror and handmirror in tandem; there’s a lovely rose formed out of the braids and adorned with hairclips containing fabric flowers and leaves. 

     “Oh wow. I didn’t expect this level of style from you.” Goodness. Not to mention this level of patience! 

     “I’ll have to figure out how to return the favor one day. How do you feel about growing your hair long again so I can style it sometime? I could probably find a hair growth spell or potion somewhere if I look hard enough.~”

@asteriskheart /  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

“ why did you come? ”  @ Sora

►  ❪ QUESTIONS  ❫

         Wide smile stretched across visage, a shower of light marking the exit of his blade, hands linking behind mused hair as body rocked on its heels, balance righted just before gravity took hold. Nonchalance, a bit off tempo in the beat of the moment but the key’s chosen wielder would argue that a silly question incurred a silly response.

         ❝ Of course I would. ❞ Excuse him if fond exasperation glossed over the teasing tucked away in the recesses of his voice. Why would he show up ? Why wouldn’t he ? Honestly, Gemiya held much closer bonds to Kairi than Sora, but still — she should know him better than that by now. They were friends !

         ( weight upon shoulders builds, bending / creaking / but bones not quite breaking — ready to give just a bit more, as much as it took to see it through. how much can one heart give before it gives, collapsing under the heaviness of its own kindness ? )

         If it could help even a little bit, then putting in an appearance would be worth the effort. It’s who he was, had always been, and despite everything on his journey, hardships and trials hadn’t changed that the slightest about them him. ❝ I’ll always lend a hand. You know how it is. ❞

Gemiya wins 😂

         Eyes gloss over columns and rows, two bingos pinpointed through the wide spread of penned eighth notes at a speed beyond realistic feasibility before discerning gaze flicks back up, radiating smugness from every pore after screening the card.

         ❝ Well well well. ❞ It's hard to resist the smirk threatening to split her face in two, so she won't even begin to try. ❝ And you didn't even need to be a villain to be after my own heart, right Gemi ? ❞