07-20-2018, 10:48 PM
//this is the aesthetic
Izuku's ability to have any sort of confidence .. fluctuated a lot. Sometimes he would manage a passive sort of smugness, or sometimes pride, but other times he was putting himself down like there was no tomorrow. But even if his confidence was a mess, his ability to talk to people had improved. .. Once he got past the 'I dont know how to hold conversations' thing. What do people talk about usually? Izuku doesn't know. He hadn't had a normal conversation before, they always ended really, really weirdly.
"I can try. But .. I dunno, I get nightmares a lot," Izuku shrugs uncertainly. He hasn't actually told anybody he had them. I mean. Some people might realize, like Aizawa or somebody, but he hadn't just said it. His grin wobbles just a little. Nightmares -- very nasty nightmares, really. And like ... they happen everytime he sleeps. Never when he passes out, luckily. Which is .. why .. he lets this happen. Oops.
... And then there's the stick. Holy shit. Oh my god. For a second, Izuku stares, stunned, as the stick is dropped at his paws. Kirishima .. fetched a stick. Oh my god. He snickers. He can't help it, oh my god. He curls into himself a little because holy shit. "L -- Looks like you got the," He chokes. He can't do this. Oh my god. Kirishima. The Maine Coon ducks his head. He's going to explode. "The short end of the stick with this!!" Thank you god for Kismetpaw's puns, they've served him well. Izuku breaks into hysterics. It's kind of mean. But oh my god. He topples over, curling into a little ball as he shakes with laughter. He can't believe this. Izuku could use this as blackmail if he wanted. .. But he wouldn't. Because Izuku wasn't that cruel. Or -- he was. But he was trying not to be anymore.
Izuku's ability to have any sort of confidence .. fluctuated a lot. Sometimes he would manage a passive sort of smugness, or sometimes pride, but other times he was putting himself down like there was no tomorrow. But even if his confidence was a mess, his ability to talk to people had improved. .. Once he got past the 'I dont know how to hold conversations' thing. What do people talk about usually? Izuku doesn't know. He hadn't had a normal conversation before, they always ended really, really weirdly.
"I can try. But .. I dunno, I get nightmares a lot," Izuku shrugs uncertainly. He hasn't actually told anybody he had them. I mean. Some people might realize, like Aizawa or somebody, but he hadn't just said it. His grin wobbles just a little. Nightmares -- very nasty nightmares, really. And like ... they happen everytime he sleeps. Never when he passes out, luckily. Which is .. why .. he lets this happen. Oops.
... And then there's the stick. Holy shit. Oh my god. For a second, Izuku stares, stunned, as the stick is dropped at his paws. Kirishima .. fetched a stick. Oh my god. He snickers. He can't help it, oh my god. He curls into himself a little because holy shit. "L -- Looks like you got the," He chokes. He can't do this. Oh my god. Kirishima. The Maine Coon ducks his head. He's going to explode. "The short end of the stick with this!!" Thank you god for Kismetpaw's puns, they've served him well. Izuku breaks into hysterics. It's kind of mean. But oh my god. He topples over, curling into a little ball as he shakes with laughter. He can't believe this. Izuku could use this as blackmail if he wanted. .. But he wouldn't. Because Izuku wasn't that cruel. Or -- he was. But he was trying not to be anymore.
[glow=black,2,300]I WONT BE HERE LONG AT ALL [abbr=green maine coon cat - 9 months - snowbound frosthealer - wears rainbow scarf]☀[/abbr][/glow]