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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on Jan 26, 2020 5:00:48 GMT
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| The kitchen was still, filled with nothing but the quiet hum of the oven warming muffins, and the smell of baked apples and cinnamon wafting gently into the air. Hyousuke was there, but he was silent, staring pensively into the mug of hot chocolate he'd brewed for himself while waiting for his latest batch of baked goods to finish. The drink had long since gone lukewarm, and yet, he'd hardly sipped on it, so lost in his thoughts that he barely registered where he even was, let alone what he was even supposed to be doing there in the first place.
It was only when the sharp, shrill tone of his phone's timer went off that he was shaken out of his reverie. Shocked, he almost flung the mug across the room, though managed to settle himself enough that he managed to limit it to spilling a few splashes onto his arm. He sighed, counting himself lucky that he was just wearing a t-shirt - a black one too, plain save for the words "DEEP DOPE" printed in white across the chest. He wiped himself off, and moved to take the muffins out of the oven, though he hardly expected them to turn out particularly well. If he was lucky, they'd only be slightly burnt that time around.
The tray was placed atop the stove. They needed to settle before he could say for sure whether or not he could actually eat them, or if it was better to just toss them than suffer through the taste, but they didn't look too bad. Perhaps a bit overcooked, but at least they weren't cinders. "Should've been a baker instead..." He muttered to himself, his quiet tone half-joking and half-bitter. He gave a small chuckle at the thought of him - a delinquent, gruff and violent - standing at a counter and making tarts, before going back to sitting and staring glumly at his drink instead of actually drinking it.
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Post by Futaba Himura on Jan 29, 2020 5:21:12 GMT
That sure happened.
As soon as the Sports Festival had ended, Futaba hadn't left her room. She even called out for work for the following days, something Futaba never did (outside her recent health crisis). She was a hard worker but after the Sports Festival, she had lost all motivation to do anything. She had been the only student in 1-A to not even get close to the tournament. Most of her classmates either made it to the tournament or barely missed making it to the tournament. Fu, on the other hand, managed to just scrape by into the second round and then got eliminated as soon as the second round started. It was an awful experience and she already saw all of the online headlines before even looking at them.
HIMURA DAUGHTER NOT ALL WHAT SHE WAS MADE OUT TO BE?!
END OF THE HIMURA ERA OF HEROES
FAILURE OF FUTABA!
She hated all of it. She wanted to quit but that would just result in more issues for her. Ruffling her hair, Futaba looked at herself in her mirror. She was wearing a seal themed outfit. A shirt with a Harp Seal playing with a ball. A pair of pants that had alternating cartoon seals. Taking a deep breath, she decided she wanted to get a glass of water from the kitchen. The closer she got to the kitchen, the smell of muffins became more apparent to her nose. Eventually she would come upon her classmate.
"Oh, hey, Suzuki-san."
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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on Jan 29, 2020 20:36:37 GMT
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| It took Hyousuke a second to register that someone had called his name, and a second more to work up the energy to lift his head to meet them. A smile had been plastered across his face, but it was weak. It was a token effort at hiding his emotions, done more out of habit than anything else. Besides, there was nothing he could do for the look in his eyes. That mournful, glassy gaze, unfocussed despite it being directed in her general direction. "Oh, Himura-san." He said, trying to muster something close to an energetic - or, at the very least, pleasant - tone, but instead just coming out with something vaguely melancholy.
Once upon a time, he might have been a little embarrassed to have someone catch him baking. He had an image to maintain, after all - he was supposed to be some tough, intimidating figure, his presence as imposing as he was fierce. But it'd stopped mattering after the sports festival. The whole world had seen him fail. They'd seen him claw desperately for victory. They'd seen him bleed and sweat for it, pouring every ounce of his being into just scraping by, only to be tossed aside by Ryu like he hardly even mattered. They had seen him be put in his place and humiliated - so what did it matter if it was found out he baked? At least it was something he found some small measure of success in.
Hyousuke took a moment, trying to figure out what he wanted to say to her, but his mind was blank. He was painfully aware of how insensitive he could be at times, and to talk to her about the Sports Festival while knowing that? The thought alone tempted him to cringe. But he couldn't just leave the two of them in silence. His fingers drummed out a quiet rhythm against the mug, until he eventually settled on something to break his silence. "Want a muffin?" He asked, in that same tired tone. "They might need to cool a bit more, but they should be fine."
He glanced over at the tray on the stovetop, steam still wafting gently from the apple-and-cinnamon-scented treats. "Couldn't stand just sitting around, but the doctor said I can't train until my hands are fixed. Guess fighting dragons'll do that to you." His lips twitched into a smirk, but it was just as fake as his smile. Really, the only hint of genuine emotion in his expression was the twinge of bitterness that plagued his gaze - a hateful, but persistent, spark.
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Post by Futaba Himura on Feb 26, 2020 4:52:57 GMT
Hyousuke was someone Fu knew little about. Even though they had been in class together for a good while now, she really didn't know much about him. There were some obvious reasons for that, the biggest being her leaving 1-A and returning a few months later. When she finally rejoined the class, cancer struck her down so that was another couple months that she wasn't around. During the Sports Festival she barely knew half the people in her class, let alone the other classes. Maybe this was an opportunity to get to know him?
"Thank you!" FU muttered, taking one of the muffins. It smelled divine and she couldn't help but dig in. Even though it was hot, she didn't mind. It was delicious. "These taste great. You have a talent for baking." Fu would point out, finishing the muffin she took fairly quickly. Grabbing another muffin from the tray, she decided to sit down on a chair behind the kitchen island.
"Fighting with quirks isn't good for anyone's health." Fu would say, remembering why she became hospital bound not to long ago. "But hey, at least we have a break from those damn media people." Fu would add, just shuddering at the thought of people that were constantly shouting questions at her before and after the Sports Festival.
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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on Feb 26, 2020 22:54:48 GMT
"At least it's one thing I'm good at." He thought to himself, smiling a little as he watched her taste his work. He didn't think much of it - he'd not bothered to put much heart into it, seeing it more as a way to pass the time than an art to improve - but if she liked it, then he supposed that didn't matter much. Though he'd intended to let them sit for a bit so they could set, seeing how Fu seemed to like them so much tempted him, and eventually, he took one for himself. "Could use a bit more cinnamon..." He muttered, though mostly to himself. "Seems a bit plain..."
It was something he resolved to think about next time, though. She spoke again, and it already took him a few seconds to finish off his mouthful. It wouldn't do to keep her waiting much longer. "Yeah, I know what you mean with that one. Had a few try to get to me when I went shopping the other day. Not even sure what they want me to tell them" His face took on a distinctly bitter expression,a and though his tone started as mocking, it slipped into a tone to match. "How did I feel about the tournament? I got thrown against a wall after what felt like trying to punch one into submission, how do you think that feels?"
Realising - albeit, a little too late - that he'd dropped the facade, Hyousuke cleared his throat, and focussed his eyes onto the muffin in some attempt at avoiding her own gaze. "Sorry. Didn't meant to... You know..."
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Post by Futaba Himura on Feb 27, 2020 4:45:04 GMT
"I usually avoid cinnamon. Not my sort of flavour but I can see how they would taste." Fu commented, eating the second muffin at a much slower pace than the first. She hadn't even realised how hungry she was but she guess that she had been in such a rotten mood that she didn't notice. The Sports Festival could be something good where students could show off their talents but rather just a big flashy show to entertain that told no one how capable they were of being a hero.
"Don't worry about it. I totally understand. The media people were the worst." Fu just shrugged off Hyousuke's outburst. It only mean that she wasn't the only one feeling rotten about the vultures that was the media. They had backed off accosting her in person and have taken to writing their smears and rants online.
"One of the vultures tried to get me when I was at work. You'll probably see a story tomorrow saying something along the lines 'Hiumra Failure ATTACKS a reporter!'" Fu sighed, taking a bite from the muffin again. "I hate it. All of it. Why can't they just leave me alone? I had cancer and only just got back to full time but sorry I didn't make it to the tournament and didn't meet the expectation you knew I wouldn't meet."
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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on Feb 29, 2020 0:26:40 GMT
Hyousuke simply offered a thoughtful nod in response to her comment on the cinnamon, though really, it just strengthened his resolve to start practising making chocolate ones more. At least people's tastes with those were a bit more consistent. It was hardly as if he was baking for them, of course, but even so, he found himself hoping to get approval regardless. He didn't think too hard about it - if he was to be honest with himself, he wasn't in much of a mood to think about anything at all. He took another, smaller bite out of the muffin. One that wouldn't be awkward to swallow if he needed to answer.
He froze, however, when she started on a tirade of her own. He agreed with everything she said, of course. He'd had no love for journalists and reporters before he'd arrived at UA, and their "morally questionable" practises hadn't exactly helped him warm to them much. But hearing how much she'd had to deal with, on top of her condition... It gave him pause. Like his mind was trying to tell him to think, to focus on something - but what that was, was the million-yen question. Silently cursing his idiocy, he gave another, sterner, nod of agreement.
"Anything for a story." He replied. Hyousuke made no effort to hide the bitterness plaguing his tone, knowing that she was in full agreement. "God damn it, we're doing our best out here. Why don't they get that? The hell's wrong with them?" Hyousuke's grip tightened, free hand balling into a white-knuckled fist. His gaze was focussed to the floor - whether he was still talking to her or just ranting to himself, was anyone's guess. "I just- I wanted to do something more... to BE something better than..." He trailed off, before sighing and slumping against the counter. "I... I don't know where I was going with that. I don't- I'm not good with words."
Not normally a confession he'd make, but with his mind addled by his recent failures, it wasn't impossible for him to be more open about things he'd usually remain guarded about. It wasn't out of any desire to be that way, though - he'd simply been left vulnerable, and open to being exploited.
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