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guriserin-blog · 7 years ago

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[ and there it is, he guesses. the tell tale sign that there’s something going on in bakugou’s mind that’s got him all bunged up in some way or another. todoroki gawks at him for a second, confused by the tone until he realizes that it’s not exactly a big deal that bakugou sounds irked. that’s just how he sounds, just his voice, definitely his face. ]

Do what you want, I don’t care. [ it’s not dismissive in the slightest. it’s simply todoroki stating a fact. that much shows on his face and how placid it is. he tosses a look bakugou’s way, pushing a bunch of his hair out of his face for a second when the wind picks up and sends it jabbing into his fucking eyes. he glances down at his hand. thinks of a possible way to curb this entire thing so that bakugou understands it wasn’t meant to sound rude.

he sighs. fuyumi would scold him. ]

Cold soba is the best. If you eat anything else, I won’t fight you. [ that’s a joke. laugh. ha. ha. ha. ]

you sayin' you don’t wanna fight? i’ll kill you right here.

-surprisingly enough that’s a joke too. hell, the fact that todoriki himself even tried to make a joke was somewhat humorous on it’s own. what a weird day. he’s a strange guy, he knows that much. where bakugou lacks in tact and.. a lot more, todoroki’s just plain awkward. neither of them excelled when it came to their social skills, so it should be expected that they’d be absolutely incompatible in this kind of scenario. maybe it was his exhaustion, or the fact that he’d been forced to spend days with the guy going through way more trouble than necessary to catch up, but today came with slightly less annoyance than the day before. whether that trend would continue, though..-

cold soba’s good, i guess. gotta have some red chili paste with it, though. otherwise it’s just boring.

-he chuckles at that, his shoulders shaking a bit at the thought, but he stops himself, clearing his throat as he pushes the door to the building open and steps through, not holding it open because he’s not feeling that generous. the guy can hold a door open.-

that should be your signature dish, huh? spicy iced noodles.

#furizudorai #i didnt know he could laugh without sounding crazy #more at 11

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guriserin-blog · 7 years ago

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furizudorai

you’re annoying

if i’m annoying what the hell does that make you?

#furizudorai #unbearable

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guriserin-blog · 7 years ago

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guriserin replied to your post: guriserin replied to your post: …

I WAS TALKING ABOUT DABI DUMB FUCK

:’/ u dont have to yell?

i was talking about dabi dumb fuck

#furizudorai #there

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guriserin-blog · 7 years ago

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kemurii replied to your post: kemurii: Dabi rper. Follow me. follow this edgy...

..You’re EDGY, you ball sack.

the fuck smells like beef jerky..?

#kemurii #o its just u

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guriserin-blog · 7 years ago

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follow this edgy piece of shit who doesn’t know how to make promo posts

Dabi rper. Follow me.

#〤 PROMO #god #you suck

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guriserin-blog · 7 years ago

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I like it. [ the question in and of itself is a rather silly one. he glances at bakugou like he really didn’t expect it to be something hard to guess. you eat things you like, therefore it’s natural to suddenly crave it. right? that’s not weird.

bakugou is oddly quiet and todoroki won’t ask why. none of his business and he’s well aware of what happens when you say the wrong things in bakugou’s very direction. maybe being on your phone is rude, he assumes. he notes that bakugou isn’t even looking at him and todoroki sheepishly shoves his phone back into his packet, suddenly very aware that this is– as close to awkward as it gets. not that it’s awkward at any other time. bakugou is an extraordinarily easy person to be around for todoroki.

he’s not sure what that means, given bakugou is hell bent on surpassing him. but that’s nothing new. todoroki shies away from the thought entirely. for the moment his mind rests on cold soba. the question isn’t very deep. nothing that warrants an emotional explanation as to why he loves it, what it means to him. if he’s honest it’s just soba. he likes it. but thinking on it now, it reminds him of his sister. and that’s a thought that buffs out the stiff edges of his soul for a moment.

fuyumi who is so gentle and kind and who never fails to trip over the genkan at home. fuyumi who looks like their mother when she smiles. fuyumi, his sister. the one who understands todoroki best of all without ever having to pry things out of him.

he closes his eyes to the thought of her, the humid air picking up for a moment. the clouds out west are fat and dark, heavy with coming rain. he hopes it passes by the time they’re done eating. he hopes fuyumi remembered her umbrella.

he hopes his old man gets fucking soaked– then retracts that thought because that means fuyumi will have to mop up his mess. ugh. ]

You can eat something else. [ he flicks it off his shoulders the way that pretty girls flick their hair off their shoulders. ] It doesn’t have to be soba.

-even though bakugou’s an intelligent guy, he falls very.. very short when it comes to this type of thing. understanding why a trivial question such as why he feels like eating a certain kind of noodle would put such an expression on todoroki’s face, even if only for a second. his hands shove deeper into his pockets, leaving him hunched forward, withdrawn from this interaction because he doesn’t get it. and he’s not sure if he’s supposed to.-

i like soba too, asshole. who doesn’t?

-there’s hardly any bite to it. he’s exhausted from the day as it is and running on low fuel. good to know he was just as willing to fight like this, huh? he had endless energy for that much.

once their provisionals were done with then this whole thing would end. being stuck spending time together. bakugou could only spit out the same comments each day, but by he end of it he was exhausted and ready for a warm meal and his bed.-

is that your way of tellin’ me to fuck off and go eat somewhere else?

-even if he did invite himself, it’s not like there’s many places to eat around here, they’d both end up at lunch rush while everyone’s already eaten. even if bakugou sits across the room for him it’ll most likely be the two of them.-

#furizudorai #gets layz

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guriserin-blog · 7 years ago

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Um. Okay.

[ the knuckles on his arm have him staring a little bit. dumbfounded a little bit, too. he’s not entirely sure what just happened but the thought is easily wiped from his mind by the thought of cold soba. he makes a casual gesture out of brushing off the remnants of Bakugou’s touch, not entirely that comfortable with it, yet.

in fact, touching is just weird, if he’s honest. isn’t that what people who are familiar with each other do? he wouldn’t know. he doesn’t touch people much. hence why he’s rubbing his palms with his fingers in the pockets of his pants, somewhat– unsettled by the fact that bakugou invited himself without so much as a polite suggestion. really, he’d expect that from someone like iida– though, iida usually asks. and so does midoriya.

ah, mido. he pulls his phone out, a fight does sound good, if he thinks about it. but with his thumb sliding through his contacts, he finds that his mind doesn’t linger on bakugou at all but rather on mid– deku.

on deku.

but he supposes that’s something that they share, he and bakugou. after all, todoroki doesn’t have to know either of them very well to understand that there’s a history that runs deep between them. he’s not sure how or why it happened and, frankly, he doesn’t actually care. still, though. it must be so– stressful to be either one of them in relation to each other.

he doesn’t think he could handle it, honestly. ]

-bakugou’s hand in tucked away in his pocket before any more thought can be given to it. he wouldn’t openly acknowledge it, but there was a big change happening inside of him. something he was slowly (slowly) coming to terms with. who he can look up to, who he keeps around-- allies and enemies. lately the divide between those was becoming more clear, and despite his hotheadedness and lack of impulse control, he too, was growing.

silence doesn’t sit heavy between him and todoroki. although bakugou still felt himself needing to reject someone he sees as a rival, it was the separation of power and the gap formed between them that kept him struggling to shut the hell up when things didn’t call for aggression.

his other hand slips into his pocket as well, thumbing along the edge of his cellphone. he doesn’t want to pull it out too, walk side by side staring at their devices like zombies. it makes him think too much. notice how disconnected he is from the person besides him. --so he simply looks away as they walk; past the trees that surround them and the concrete walls of seemingly desolate buildings. with their current training they’d been left out of the loop, forced to attend classes and extra training. anything to become stronger, though. a closed door meant an open window. only by this time, everyone’s back in their dorms, spending time together and laughing along. this suits him better. being able to go at his own pace, and he briefly wonders why moments like these feel as though time’s slowed down, like if he’s not fighting for his life nothing moves forward.

he sighs, shoulders slumping as he spares his classmate a sidelong glance, catching a peek of his scar while his hair falls over his face, absorbed in whatever’s on his screen. bakugou recalls overhearing his and deku’s conversation, but he’d never been one to stick his nose when it came to personal matters. and so he doesn’t ask the questions that pop into his mind, because they’re not people who are familiar with each other, and because if a touch is too much, prying about his father would probably be territory he wouldn’t wanna step into. maybe something smaller to start off, something to breach that wall he’s built himself. something to make an even clearer line on where his allies lie. fight or not.-

why soba?

-is this what effort feels like? hell if he knows.-

#furizudorai #pats his back #watch horikoshi destroy my development in the next chaps

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guriserin-blog · 7 years ago

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tfw you wanna draw your son but you still have no idea how lol quick sketch to see if i could deal with his hair verdict: fuck no

#〤 KATSUKI #〤 MINE #〤 OOC #anyway this is UGGO #but i wanna look back on it after i probably draw him 500000 times

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guriserin-blog · 7 years ago

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hey i figured i’d make one of these just a new bakugou rp blog coming through, i’m new to the fandom and the community so idk who the hell to follow my blog is ridiculously under construction but i’m also ready to fight so it’s your call you should like/reblog/follow/block me etc so i can check out some blogs and whatnot

#bnha roleplay #bnha rp #yeah that's it im not sure what to tag #waves from the depths of the dead haikyuu rp comm

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guriserin-blog · 7 years ago

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[ todoroki notes that word. ‘permission’. the word seems out of place in bakugou’s mouth. it reminds him of the one time he’d caught his old man eating a popsicle. just doesn’t fit the image. he sniffs, the breeze catching at the tips of his hair to flutter it up. he turns his face into it, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweats, tapping the toe of his shoe against the gravel.

tap, tap, tap.

does he even want to fight? not really. bakugou is insistent, though. todoroki glances at him, thoughtful. like he’s reaaaally trying to think about whether he wants to go through with it or not. if he’s honest– he’s hungry. soba sounds good right about now. cold soba. especially right now. it’s so fucking hot. humid. gross.

a casual roll of his right side has him cooling down instantly. the icy chill that glosses over him causing his breath to roll out in a puff of frost. he looks a little put out. bakugou probably won’t let him go, huh? damn. ]

I want soba.

[ jfc todoroki. ]

YOU WHAT?!

-that definitely pisses him off. todoroki’s always acting like he’s above everyone, always with his unafraid attitude like bakugou, or anyone, really isn’t enough to phase him. it makes him wanna throw that punch even more, makes him wanna see that expression on his face like he could lose, like he fears for his life and they stand on the same playing field both with as much of a chance at winning. his anger warms him right up, and that warmth spreads through to his palms, clammy and heated, ready to fire off. and he wants to so damn bad--

a low growl can be heard gurgling deep in his stomach.

--but neither of them had lunch yet... and soba with red chilly paste sounds so good right now. maybe even better than fighting... maybe. dammit, he’s good. so crafty.. that was probably his plan all along saying that. he really can’t underestimate todoroki.-

fine. soba first.

-what a nuisance, it was easier when he was around stupid people all the time. he steps closer, wiping his the sweat off his hand on his sagging pants before bringing his fist up and lightly tapping the other’s arm with his knuckles.-

but after that me and you are gonna fight, ya hear me?

#furizudorai #he really.... really thinks todo thought that far into it

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guriserin-blog · 7 years ago

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You’re the one that wanted a fight, so come at me first. I’ll gauge whether I should take you seriously or not.

the hell’s that supposed to mean?! you should always take me seriously, shithead!

-damn, he really wants to fight him... but he just got out of house arrest too. not to mention both of them need to work and train harder so they can get certified. bakugou’s fist clenches at his side, holding back the faint crackling sounds threatening to go off at his will. he can’t afford to throw the first punch.-

..man, this pisses me off! how are we meant to get stronger if we can’t even go at each other whenever we want, huh?!

-things have to be different. whether he likes it or not-- and he definitely doesn’t, he’s gonna have to be more careful. otherwise he’ll never surpass anyone, he’ll lag behind as he has been this whole time regardless of battles won. the losses just speak louder.

still. think.. think.-