“Whaddup asseater,” he says with a chirp as Tamaki enters the classroom, innocent smile on his face disguising the inner menace he was when it came to Tamaki jokes, “can I borrow your notes again?”

“Do you think Mirio will be sad that I haven’t got him a card for his birthday?” There is genuine guilt in his voice, and an air of sadness about the way he presents himself to Ife. He would be willing to leave and run to the shop in order to get a card, but in this weather he would just come back waterlogged with rain, and Mirio would be able to tell Night had forgotten all about it. 

“Fuck, I feel awful.”

Starter call yo. 

Hey! This is just a quick promo for my U.A. High, class 3-a oc, Night Hellebore. I’ve just transitioned this blog from the RWBY fandom, so apologies for the mess on the blog currently and lack of content, (I had to delete most of it, sobs). Please like or reblog if you would like to interact with my son :o <3 

so i’ve decided to move to the bnha fandom, aaaa. My apologies for anyone waiting on responses from me and the likes, but I’ll be doing a quick unfollow spree for people i don’t really interact with from the rwby fandom and will be making rwby a side verse for this oc :o 

like-a-hummingbird:

“You’re too cute Zeph,” the panther growls into the other’s ear, passive to the other’s comments. No time was spared talking as his lips connected with Zephyr’s and the smile on his face widens with the contact. Absently, his hands go to cup Zephyr’s face, whilst his body weight pinned the wolf down. He was totally at his mercy.

As they both lay there, time seemed to stop if only for a while, the moments of shared contact feeling eternal, despite Night knowing that they’d eventually have to stop. 

Some time passed, and as lips parted, Night sounds a long, drawn out hum with an air of arrogance, “at this rate, we’re gonna be late for class y’know.”

wingsofhubris:

“H-hey,” Night huffs lazily, “put me down, you ass.” The panther flinches playfully, attempting to wriggle out of Mavros’ hold with a sleepy smile on his face. His primary goal was to make life difficult for Mavros in holding him, but he soon found himself lacking in energy after mere moments, sighing back into his arms and raising his hands up in the air, defeated.

“Ah well, I tried. Guess you can carry me to the front door, I suppose,” he shrugs, lowering his hands, not before sliding one down Mavros’ face in a gentle caress. 

team-mynt:

“Weeellll,” he starts, a little awkwardly, trying to think about how to put his request across. His mind raced with weird outcomes of how this could go, and inside, he panicked a little bit about how awkward it would be if he was rejected right here and now. 

“Uh, maybe you wanna -would like go get - uh - to coffee?” he asks nervously a blush on his face due to sheer embarrassment of completely fucking up that sentence. It wasn’t his original question, but perhaps if they talked more rather than straight out of the blue, Night might feel a little more comfortable asking. In truth, he was really scared about asking this question, so many possibilities flooded his mind, and the fact that the two barely knew each other made it all the worse in his mind. Coffee might help though. Might. 

Oh shit what if he doesn’t like coffee?

like-a-hummingbird:

“Yeah, yeah,” Night chuckles with an air of sarcasm, “who’d have thought that the panther would tame the wolf.” Night proceeds to close the distance further, intimidatingly so, his hands sliding up Zephyr’s arms to pull them apart gently and stare into Zephyr’s eyes - they were so fucking pretty. 

Nonchalantly he speaks, a soft smirk to accompany words intended to fluster the boy as much as possible, because he was adorable when flustered, “can I kiss you?”