[01:49] Symbol Successor: /me [sub]grabs him from behind and hugs.[/sub]
[01:50] Folly of Pride: [i]Jumps, wide awake for a brief moment before exhaustion washes across his shoulders the moment he realizes who actually grabbed him. Narrowed eyes glare daggers down into her skull as he peeks over his shoulder, twisting himself from side to side to try and put a hand on her head to little success.[/i]
[01:55] Symbol Successor: /me didn't normally give Kacchan such an affectionate welcome. But there had been a nightmare. One of many that graced her once and while but the end result had been gruesome and terrifying. She squeezes her face against the mid of his back and perhaps he might even feel the slight wetness of tears that she had tried to brush away. "Kacchan." Her voice sounds tired and a little hoarse.
[02:03] Folly of Pride: [i]"You gonna let me fucking go or you going to keep clinging onto me like a damn dog?!"[/i] Try as he might, he wasn't capable of raising his voice high enough to match the intent of his words. It all came out as more of an exhausted, tired series of grunts mingled with several yawns rather than anything else. Yet still, he tried to squirm his way out from her grasp. Teeth clicking together. Sharp breaths letting out muffled hisses. Palms finally managing to [sub]uncomfortably, as far as he was concerned,[/sub] grab onto her shoulders and push themselves apart. Katsuki stumbled over toward the side before spinning around, palms patting aimlessly around Izuka's shoulders and arms to figure out his surroundings. Dark as shit and with barely any light pouring out from underneath a door at the other end of the hall made it downright impossible to see much of anything, forcing him to rely on touch more-so than sight. Yet once he stabilized himself, he pulled his palms away . . .   Just to smack them down across either side of her face. Lightly as it were [sub]for his standards[/sub], there was still enough force within each [sup][b]PWAP[/b][/sup] to leave a light sting, made somewhat better by him grounding the balls of his hands across her face to squish her cheeks. [i]"What the hell did I told you about . . ."[/i] He caught himself the moment he felt something [i]wet[/i] drip down across his wrist. Holding his mouth shut for a few seconds while his tired brain process everything, sighing out in defeat . . .   Just to end up [i]pinching[/i] her cheeks and lightly tugging them out. [i]"Fucking, again? How many God damn times did I tell you to cut that shit out with the fucking crying?"[/i]
[02:15] Symbol Successor: /me had felt her head snap from side to side with his smacks. She could barely see and it only forced more tears out - more from shock then from pain. Even as he rubbed her cheeks in the dark, she had to bite back a choked sob. His pinching didn't matter either. She slapped away his hands and hugged him again, trying to keep her head buried in his chest. "You idiot." She mumbled, never insulting him unless something was really up. "I . . .I had a dream that you died to save me cause I couldn't help myself and then I woke up and I just..." She mumbles into his chest and then releases him quickly. "I'm sorry. I just. I didn't think. I was too afraid that...I'm glad you're not dead." She admits as she wipes away the tears from her eyes and tries her best to stifle her soft hiccups of being upset.
[02:16] Symbol Successor: ((sorry I'm a little tired so I can't give you big puffed up posts ;_;))
[02:16] Folly of Pride: [sub]Shush you. Just take it easy and enjoy yourself until you're bored or tired. Don't force it, kay~?[/sub]
[02:17] Symbol Successor: [sub]((I'm not forcing, promise <3 I have fun with you. ))[/sub]
[02:17] Folly of Pride: [eicon]heartsss[/eicon]
[02:17] Folly of Pride: [sub]Good. Now lean back and relax. [i]Mlem[/i][/sub]
[02:18] Symbol Successor: [sub]<333[/sub]
[02:29] Folly of Pride: Regret etched itself across his expression, alongside confusion. Irregular as it might have been, even Blondie was starting to think he was being a bit [i]too[/i] rough with her. Obviously she had one issue or another if she was being this damn clingy and forward. The only time this crap happened was when they were little kids or back in Junior High when she was downright desperate for something. Affection. Protection. [sub]Stockholm Syndrome? Possibly.[/sub] But all of it went out the window the moment Izuka actually opened her damn mouth. Whatever worried expression Bakugo wore for those few moments? [i]Gone.[/i] Replaced in an instant with the same old [i]irritation[/i] and [i]annoyance[/i] he always wore around her.

[i]"Who the fuck do you think I am to die like a damn bitch in your dreams?!"[/i] Strained as it might have been, he managed to raise his voice a pitch while bringing his hands back down to her face. Fingers [i]pinched[/i]  her cheeks from either side before forcefully tugging them out. Lifting her head up. Forcing her to stare up at him even though the ever-present darkness made it impossible for them to actually see each other. Silhouettes more than details, but the message remained the same. [i]"If I'm going to save your fucking ass I'm going to parade it around town and show oo-!"[/i]

[color=teal][i][b]"Students should be in bed and asleep by eleven hundred thirty hours and it's past midni-!"[/b][/i][/color]

[b][i]"EAT MY ASS YOU FOUR-EYED BASTARD!"[/i][/b]

Iida's sudden outburst from within his room cut Katsuki off only for Blondie to reply in kind, coughing and wheezing for air from straining his throat afterward. Muffled growls rolled out from the pit of his stomach as his attention turned back toward Deku, wiping away with spittle dripping down his chin with one hand . . .   While the other wrenched the back of her shirts collar into his fist. [sub][i]"Fucking, come on."[/i][/sub] He mumbled out, guiding her along the railway and down the stairs, eyes constantly darting between the dim light flashing from downstairs and Izuka's silhouette. By the time they reached the lower floor and moon light was making it somewhat easier to see, he kept guiding her toward the kitchen, lifting the hem of his tank top and crumpling it up to roughly wipe away at her tears before finally letting her go. [i]"Go sit down. Fuck do you even drink, milk?"[/i]
[02:48] Symbol Successor: Her eyes had not caught the kind way he was looking at her - nor would she have been able to due to the darkness. Her body quivered as suddenly he yelled at her - but it was good to hear him yell. It meant he was alive. She had seen it, when he had died. That small frown, her name on his blood soaked lips. He had smiled before she woke up and it had crushed her in a wavering blow. But here he was, yelling and carrying on like the loud mouth explosion boy she always knew and loved. He was gruff but he was never malicious - okay, he was normally never malicious without cause. But-

Iida's tone makes her literally jump. Even in his hands. Her cheeks burn until he finally lets her go. - Or rather her cheeks. Dragged down the steps, the girl follows after him like a puppy. Then, they are down the stairs and to the lower floor. She follows him into the kitchen and wonders if they were going to actually break curfew and make - Rough hands wipe her tears away and she sniffles before biting her lower lip. "Kacchan, you don't -" She protests then it dies. Her eyes flicker down to her hands. She wanted time with him. "Tea...?" She asks as she moves to go sit.
[02:57] Folly of Pride: [i]"Fucking tea of all things."[/i] He muttered out underneath his breath, eyes rolling through their sockets. Yet as much as he complained, he still did as she asked. Quickly moving about the cupboards and stove to boil water while preparing a cup for her with the bag in it. Wasting his time opening the fridge and looking through its contents with squinted eyes. One could hear glass, carton, and plastic being moved about as he shuffled through the contents, mumbling incoherently underneath his breath, finally giving up after a few more seconds and just closing the door before moving toward the sink. The only thing she'd pick up from her point of view was the scarred boy bending forward, loose shorts and tank-top hanging over his muscled form before the blinding light went away. Filling another cup with tap water to the brim, chugging it down, and refilling it afterward, he finally moved back toward the stove to finish her drink.

A single cup was slid toward her, bag still inside and the small thread hanging off the side. Katsuki moved to the other side of the table and sat down, tilting his head back to chug the contents of his own drink before digging through his pockets. [i]"Next time you dream about me fucking dying,"[/i] He spouted off before abruptly stopping, body twisting in place as he checked both front pockets before moving toward the back only to pull out a crumpled up pack of cigarette's and a lighter. At this point, he couldn't care less about the fact it was against the rules to smoke in-doors [sub]let alone smoke on campus, period[/sub]. Too tired to walk all the way outside like he originally intended. He'll air out the kitchen area later. For now, he continued his sentence while fiddling to get the lighter working. [i]"Fucking smack yourself and remember who you're dreaming off, you damn nerd. I'm not going to fucking die that easily, not saving your worthless ass at that."[/i]