Until rather recently, Kirishima has always been terrified of deep water. It's not because of what might be hiding within it - though that is pretty creepy - but because up until the last couple of years he's never been that confident about controlling his Quirk, a supernatural ability granted to almost everyone in his world for better or for worse. Tension was what activated his, transforming his skin into rough stone and altering his density accordingly. He'd accidentally cut himself with it in the past - cut other people, smashed fragile things for gripping them in just the wrong way, and bashed through furniture other people stubbed their toes against too.
So when the summer pool and beach parties rolled around, Eijiro stuck to the shallows. He had his fun, all the while cheerfully finding a way to excuse himself from that surfing lesson, that race in the Olympic sized pool,anything where his Quirk betraying him could lead to what he considered to be an ignoble and painful death. Since he'd really started training himself to enter U.A.'s hero program and subsequently spent almost another year training under multiple mentors, activating his Quirk had become an asset to him and those he chose to protect. Finally, Kirishima can be confident in having a choice when it comes to his body ( at least 99% of the time when it comes to his Quirk ) and need fear the water no longer.
But he forgets that during the moment of impact against the surface of the Bay.
The old terror is back in the instant Kirishima feels water enveloping him, filling his unprepared nose and lungs. And with the water, the nightmarish thoughts of the struggle to the surface making parts of his body into stone come flooding back in. He'd become more afraid and distressed by not being able to breathe - it's only natural - and thus more heavy for it, sinking further and further into the abyss, only able to unlock himself from his petrified state when he accepted his lonely demise and breathed the water in.
These thoughts do pass into Kirishima's mind as he sinks into the chilly waters of the Bay and begins to feel his lungs burn. But in that moment of chaos, of adrenaline, there is clarity that the last year of training to fight villains - some of who would mostly like nothing better than to kill him - brings. Eijiro simply decides he's not going to die. Not like this, not with so many people counting on him.
And this works for him, allowing him ease some of the pressure in his lungs by exhaling a bit. He follows the bubbles up, frog-kicking his legs, telling himself all the while he will reach the surface. This is either a dream or some sort of villain's trick to subdue him during the operation to invade their nest. He's got this!
The swim to shore, after a few great gulps of air and a glance around, is single-minded and along the same lines. It's only when he's sitting on the shore that he takes stock of his surroundings. Not for very long, though! Because right away he spots what looks like another person struggling in the Bay - not only that, several dark shapes are approaching them! Crazy what the imagination can conceive of shadows, which is what the slow-moving but large manatees look like from a distance to Kirishima.
And just like that, the fear is wholly doused, crumpling out of the way in favor of the determination to swim out and save this person! Pulling the length of fabric free from his costume, Kirishima jumps back into the water, planning to throw it out to this person and more or less become their one-man tug-boat to shore.
... Hopefully he'll be forgiven if he's mistaken about the aforementioned person needing his help and/or for punching one of those sweet manatees right in the snout.
greater summoning of moon bunnies;
This hotel they've got to accommodate newcomers really must have some good insurance or else some dedicated mages for damages, because they've committed themselves to a bunch of people who've probably never practiced magic in their lives.
Despite coming from a world where the majority of people were predisposed to have supernatural abilities, Kirishima's still in the stage where it boggles his mind watching magic at work. One moment he's trying out gardening in order to help banish this chilly as hell weather and in the next his room seems to explode with white rabbits. Are these the frost fairies? Man, he really should have read ahead in the ritual instructions, huh? Because now they're covered in furry bodies, getting kicked off under his bed by strong hind feet in the pursuit of leaping onto him.
He's already called out for help from his familiar, but the stone liondog sits still and silent even as one of the kits wriggles up between her brows towards her carved and curly man. Considering her lost, Kirishima stumbles out into the hallway, looking like a poorly-made mech of an abominable cowboy with the way he makes award and broad steps with his arms stretched out to his sides as if for drawing twin-shooters. This is his way of not hurting the animals while also not encouraging them to get any more comfortable than they already are.
Now for every rabbit he seems to tug off of him, it seems another takes the opportunity to hop on while he's bent over to set the other down, or else dart back inside of his room.
"Look! There's someone else!" He announces, pointing. Normally Kirishima wouldn't roll another person under the bus, but... The bunnies are awfully cute, he needs help sharing the load, and he doesn't actually think they'll go flooding down the hall towards this person.
But they do.
the language of flowers;
a. It takes about five minutes of Kirishima reading over the flower guide before his eyes want to cross. Ugh, they couldn't add any pictures to this list? He's not a total idiot, but he's definitely not a gardener either, and this wall of words is making him feel a bit overwhelmed.
"What d'you think our message ought to be?" He tries a different tack, addressing his partner. "Something about adventure? OH! OR A FEAST!"
Kirishima, this is about enticing the dragons, not you...
b. For the first time, Kirishima's really getting to see his familiar in action and it... is pretty damn awesome. It's bittersweet, reminding him for a moment of how one of his mentors, All Might, suggested he use his Quirk to just bulldoze through to his opponents if not into them. Watching his komainu turn skeletal warriors into so much powder, as if she were plowing through a snowdrift rather than bone, is really making him miss his original abilities. It looks really fun...
Eijiro, for his own part, has managed to pick up a surviving bone - he thinks it's maybe from the leg? - and now wields it like a club against their attackers.
"On your left!" He alerts his nearby companion, and proceeds to try and bat the skull off his opponent into the same one he pointed out.
rollin' rollin' rollin'
Kirishima loves team games! And the barrel rolling reminds him of some of the various school festivals he's been involved in. Simpler times to be sure.
"Hey," He addresses who he's been paired with. If they're strangers, he jerks both thumbs to himself, "Not to brag, but I'm pretty strong! Either way you wanna do it, we've got this!"
If he knows the person, obviously this is a great time for a little humor. "You wanna rock-paper-scissors who's goin' in the barrel?"
[ ooc; will match if you'd rather go brackets. also open to other prompts. you can start us off if that's your preff or I can if you want to PM or contact me at rookadoodle ]
eijiro kirishima | my hero academia | healing
Water.
Until rather recently, Kirishima has always been terrified of deep water. It's not because of what might be hiding within it - though that is pretty creepy - but because up until the last couple of years he's never been that confident about controlling his Quirk, a supernatural ability granted to almost everyone in his world for better or for worse. Tension was what activated his, transforming his skin into rough stone and altering his density accordingly. He'd accidentally cut himself with it in the past - cut other people, smashed fragile things for gripping them in just the wrong way, and bashed through furniture other people stubbed their toes against too.
So when the summer pool and beach parties rolled around, Eijiro stuck to the shallows. He had his fun, all the while cheerfully finding a way to excuse himself from that surfing lesson, that race in the Olympic sized pool,anything where his Quirk betraying him could lead to what he considered to be an ignoble and painful death. Since he'd really started training himself to enter U.A.'s hero program and subsequently spent almost another year training under multiple mentors, activating his Quirk had become an asset to him and those he chose to protect. Finally, Kirishima can be confident in having a choice when it comes to his body ( at least 99% of the time when it comes to his Quirk ) and need fear the water no longer.
But he forgets that during the moment of impact against the surface of the Bay.
The old terror is back in the instant Kirishima feels water enveloping him, filling his unprepared nose and lungs. And with the water, the nightmarish thoughts of the struggle to the surface making parts of his body into stone come flooding back in. He'd become more afraid and distressed by not being able to breathe - it's only natural - and thus more heavy for it, sinking further and further into the abyss, only able to unlock himself from his petrified state when he accepted his lonely demise and breathed the water in.
These thoughts do pass into Kirishima's mind as he sinks into the chilly waters of the Bay and begins to feel his lungs burn. But in that moment of chaos, of adrenaline, there is clarity that the last year of training to fight villains - some of who would mostly like nothing better than to kill him - brings. Eijiro simply decides he's not going to die. Not like this, not with so many people counting on him.
And this works for him, allowing him ease some of the pressure in his lungs by exhaling a bit. He follows the bubbles up, frog-kicking his legs, telling himself all the while he will reach the surface. This is either a dream or some sort of villain's trick to subdue him during the operation to invade their nest. He's got this!
The swim to shore, after a few great gulps of air and a glance around, is single-minded and along the same lines. It's only when he's sitting on the shore that he takes stock of his surroundings. Not for very long, though! Because right away he spots what looks like another person struggling in the Bay - not only that, several dark shapes are approaching them! Crazy what the imagination can conceive of shadows, which is what the slow-moving but large manatees look like from a distance to Kirishima.
And just like that, the fear is wholly doused, crumpling out of the way in favor of the determination to swim out and save this person! Pulling the length of fabric free from his costume, Kirishima jumps back into the water, planning to throw it out to this person and more or less become their one-man tug-boat to shore.
... Hopefully he'll be forgiven if he's mistaken about the aforementioned person needing his help and/or for punching one of those sweet manatees right in the snout.
greater summoning of moon bunnies;
This hotel they've got to accommodate newcomers really must have some good insurance or else some dedicated mages for damages, because they've committed themselves to a bunch of people who've probably never practiced magic in their lives.
Despite coming from a world where the majority of people were predisposed to have supernatural abilities, Kirishima's still in the stage where it boggles his mind watching magic at work. One moment he's trying out gardening in order to help banish this chilly as hell weather and in the next his room seems to explode with white rabbits. Are these the frost fairies? Man, he really should have read ahead in the ritual instructions, huh? Because now they're covered in furry bodies, getting kicked off under his bed by strong hind feet in the pursuit of leaping onto him.
He's already called out for help from his familiar, but the stone liondog sits still and silent even as one of the kits wriggles up between her brows towards her carved and curly man. Considering her lost, Kirishima stumbles out into the hallway, looking like a poorly-made mech of an abominable cowboy with the way he makes award and broad steps with his arms stretched out to his sides as if for drawing twin-shooters. This is his way of not hurting the animals while also not encouraging them to get any more comfortable than they already are.
Now for every rabbit he seems to tug off of him, it seems another takes the opportunity to hop on while he's bent over to set the other down, or else dart back inside of his room.
"Look! There's someone else!" He announces, pointing. Normally Kirishima wouldn't roll another person under the bus, but... The bunnies are awfully cute, he needs help sharing the load, and he doesn't actually think they'll go flooding down the hall towards this person.
But they do.
the language of flowers;
a.
It takes about five minutes of Kirishima reading over the flower guide before his eyes want to cross. Ugh, they couldn't add any pictures to this list? He's not a total idiot, but he's definitely not a gardener either, and this wall of words is making him feel a bit overwhelmed.
"What d'you think our message ought to be?" He tries a different tack, addressing his partner. "Something about adventure? OH! OR A FEAST!"
Kirishima, this is about enticing the dragons, not you...
b.
For the first time, Kirishima's really getting to see his familiar in action and it... is pretty damn awesome. It's bittersweet, reminding him for a moment of how one of his mentors, All Might, suggested he use his Quirk to just bulldoze through to his opponents if not into them. Watching his komainu turn skeletal warriors into so much powder, as if she were plowing through a snowdrift rather than bone, is really making him miss his original abilities. It looks really fun...
Eijiro, for his own part, has managed to pick up a surviving bone - he thinks it's maybe from the leg? - and now wields it like a club against their attackers.
"On your left!" He alerts his nearby companion, and proceeds to try and bat the skull off his opponent into the same one he pointed out.
rollin' rollin' rollin'
Kirishima loves team games! And the barrel rolling reminds him of some of the various school festivals he's been involved in. Simpler times to be sure.
"Hey," He addresses who he's been paired with. If they're strangers, he jerks both thumbs to himself, "Not to brag, but I'm pretty strong! Either way you wanna do it, we've got this!"
If he knows the person, obviously this is a great time for a little humor. "You wanna rock-paper-scissors who's goin' in the barrel?"
[ ooc; will match if you'd rather go brackets. also open to other prompts. you can start us off if that's your preff or I can if you want to PM or contact me at