[Todoroki, as is typical, has a clinical evaluation of Yoarashi's presence. he's competent when he needs to be — hell, he's bested him more than once now. but more than that... he has the kind of uplifting spirit that others respond to. joyful, in its own right. there's no doubt in his mind he would have passed the provisionals if it hadn't been for Todoroki's presence.]
[still...]
[their mutual cooperation and teamwork is only... so-so. it takes more than compatible quirks to really accomplish something, and despite the strides in their relationship during the make-up course, Todoroki still feels no small amount of chagrin for the boy who too often looks at his face and sees his father.]
[this moment isn't one of them]
[he looks back, a muted expression of surprise on his face, gears behind mismatched eyes turning the plot over... and then he nods, drawing his hand back to refasten the watch]
Alright. [assigned roles, their "rivalry", the whole situation aside — Yoarashi Inasa is a trustworthy person]
I'll start the timer as soon as we open the door. [he stands, brushes the back of his jeans off, and rolls up a sleeve; it's safer, sturdier for him to grip his skin when clothing can so easily shred or slip off]
[one hand on the door and the other half-offered to Yoarashi, elbow and forearm first, he glances back]
no subject
[still...]
[their mutual cooperation and teamwork is only... so-so. it takes more than compatible quirks to really accomplish something, and despite the strides in their relationship during the make-up course, Todoroki still feels no small amount of chagrin for the boy who too often looks at his face and sees his father.]
[this moment isn't one of them]
[he looks back, a muted expression of surprise on his face, gears behind mismatched eyes turning the plot over... and then he nods, drawing his hand back to refasten the watch]
Alright. [assigned roles, their "rivalry", the whole situation aside — Yoarashi Inasa is a trustworthy person]
I'll start the timer as soon as we open the door. [he stands, brushes the back of his jeans off, and rolls up a sleeve; it's safer, sturdier for him to grip his skin when clothing can so easily shred or slip off]
[one hand on the door and the other half-offered to Yoarashi, elbow and forearm first, he glances back]
Ready?