BNHA: Hey! I'm writing a story where Tamaki gets taken by some villians, Mirio and the others have to get him back. Here's the begining I got so far: The back of the van was dim and bitter.

Occasionally, the tires would go over a rough patch of road, bumping the whole vehicle and striking Tamaki’s head back against the cold tile. His eyes are held lidded, glassy and fatigued and his body as a whole feels heavy, mind aware but bones reposed.

Tamaki mindlessly pulls at his hands, the burn of the rope rubbing against his skin. He moans softly, head pounding with inquiry. It isn’t until a few antagonizing minutes later that his stomach swims with sick when the car abruptly reels forward and the engine breaks off.

The horror mounting in his chest doesn’t pain until the back doors open.

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“..mm Tempura.. Yakitori.. or Onigiri.”

With each step, Fatgum lists off a number of foods, Kirishima and Tamaki following close behind. His glance falls on every food stand they pass and insists on trying a sample (or two) from each single one.

“I’m feeling pretty full right now.” Kirishima grins, kindly shaking away the offered snacks. “But thanks sir.”

“I hear ya kid.” Fatgum nods and pats Kirishima's back (the action a bit rougher than planned thanks to his form, Kirishima catching himself before he trips flat on his face). “Tamaki what about you? Got room for anything else?”

Tamaki hesitates before nodding, graciously taking the warm bowl of Miso soup in his cold hands. Next to him, Kirishima gleams with admiration mounting in his gaze. “Man Amajiki you have a strong appetite! Wish I had one of those.”

Tamaki mutters a ‘thanks’ and touches the bowl to his lips, chest warmed from the heated flavor.

How does it sound so far? It be nice to get some feedback thanks (: