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“There are 7 billion 47 million people on the planet-                                                and I have the audacity to think I matter.”

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Not gonna be on today Bc I’m seeing (and meeting!!! Aaaaa!!!) watsky >:3c

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izukusdeku replied to your post: Potential idea for Shinsou’s hero name, variation…

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     the more you say it the more i seriously consider it 

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     With his homework safely forgotten for the time being, Hitoshi rested his elbow upon the table, and his chin within the palm of his hand a moment later.

     “You’re cute, Midoriya, but you’re not cute enough to get me into a costume as lame as that.” He hadn’t been intending on wearing a costume at all, so for the other to succeed here he needed to be bringing much better ideas to the table. 

     “Besides, my classmates would never let me live it down if I were salt.” 

  “You’re cute-”

               He’s cute???                     Shinsou thinks he’s cute!!

                            Izuku’s cheeks turn pink, but he turns his attention to his phone in an effort to not embarrass himself too much. Going beat red and stuttering over his words isn’t exactly the most ideal course of actions, so instead he swallows and goes about searching up couples costumes. 

         His lips do twitch in the process though, curling at the corners.               The other boy dressing up as salt would be pretty funny. 

                                “That was a bad example.” 

     He’s yielding much more promising results now, anyways. 

             “We could be a pokemon and their trainer.”                    That costume might be a bit hard though. 

                                      “Or... robbers.”                                              Wow, a lot of these are... men and women.                                                                Maybe this was a mistake... Did Shinsou even want to?

  Unbidden, he frowns faintly.

                    “Or, um, animals. Like a cat and a dog.”

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    Should I change my url for halloween???

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    It had been easy, ridiculously so, the training together shouldn’t have even grazed his mind in the hours following. If he had just paid more attention, then he would have seen the obstacle coming, but he didn’t!

                                             He let his guard down! How ridiculous.                   If that had been a real person, someone he was trying to protect then- 

    God.         How could he have disappointed everyone like that?

              He didn’t deserve to be a hero.          Not if he could’t handle something so simple.                                                                              There were people who deserved it more.                                                                                     People who were more diligent. 

   He bypasses his classmates, despite hearing his name.       Quickly navigating towards the dorms-                                                                Only to bump into someone.                                                                                                   Great.        He keeps his head down.

                 “Excuse me-”

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          ✭ — THE INTERRUPTION OF such a peaceful silence Bakugou had grown used to, and quite frankly, preferred, had been a shot to his mood. Nothing made it worse than the interruption coming from curly locks and wide eyes he wished never looked his way.          A TWIST OF the neck revealed the green-haired fuck standing by the sofas. ❝ From fuckin’ who, tell yer mom to stop gettin’ in my business…  ❞ Surely Inko had known the two weren’t as close as they used to be… Or as the parents had thought they were…

                  Honestly, Izuku wasn’t particularly in the mood to argue with the other boy. It wasn’t like he was doing this out of his own desire, his mom had simply asked him, and honestly it was just about the least he could do for her after worrying her quite so much.

             And, in any case, he didn’t exactly enjoy Katsuki speaking about her in such a manner.                                                             But that wasn’t a topic he wanted to get into.

       “From your mom. You know they talk.” Izuku’s nose wrinkles, moving to lean over enough to rest his forearms against the back of the couch.

                 Truth be told, he’d never told Inko the extent of how far their friendship had crumbled. She still asked about him from time to time, and he always replied dutifully. Of course, she knew that they weren’t close, but it was her understanding that they were at least amicable. 

       Though, considering her relationship with Mitsuki there was a chance that she knew more then just what her son had told her, and figured they would reconnect at some point or another. He wasn’t quite sure.

                                                                              “She’d really appreciate it.”

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Hey…. like / reblog this for an anxious Deku… thing lmao

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Hey.... like / reblog this for an anxious Deku... thing lmao

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My anxiety’s real bad today so I’m making Izuku’s too

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                 The last thing he ever wanted to do was to hurt Shinsou. Whether it was intentional, or not, he’d managed to land the other boy in a hospital bed, and he was sure that the guilt he felt had permanently cemented itself inside his body. 

   Sure, hitting is what you did in a spar, but... No one had ever gone down like that. Just, like a bag of bricks. It was like one second he was alert and ready, and the next he was on the ground and there was blood coming through his face, and Aizawa sensei took over and-                                                                                                               God, he felt so bad!!

            Did Hitoshi hate him now?               Would his nose be crooked because of it?                                                                 Izuku didn’t want to be responsible for that!

      Oh, this was awful.

               “It was easily repaired. Or, well, that’s what Recovery Girl said, but-”     His eyes burned, nose twitching, desperately trying to keep from crying. That wouldn’t be fair, this wasn’t about him, whether or not he did feel bad about what happened. This was about Shinsou, who was actually hurt! Because of him!

   “I... If there’s anything I can do to make this up to you, please just tell me and I’ll do it.”

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     Shit, his head hurt. No, scratch that- hurt was banging an elbow on a door frame or getting scratched by a cat or knocking your shin when you tripped up the stairs. This was mortally wounded, for sure. His head was killing him, a blossoming pain radiating outwards from the center of his face to the rest of his entire skull, so strangely dull that he could feel it in his teeth, but present enough behind his eyeballs that he felt as though his entire head had been shoved into a garbage disposal unit. Was he dead? Had he died?? The last thing he remembered was his foot catching at the heel as he’d tried to step aside, to avoid a blow….to avoid Midoriya’s fist, and then….. 

     Oh man, he’d died, hadn’t he. 

            Midoriya’s fist had hit him square in the goddamn face, and then- 

                                                                                                                           Here. Apparently. 

     ……Well it sure as hell didn’t look like any afterlife he’d ever not-really believed in, if the white large-paneled ceiling and way way too bright lights were anything to go by. The infirmary, as Midoriya had said ( had he been sitting by his bedside?? for how long??? ) made sense, even if it hurt his brain too much to really think about anything too much. 

     In all honestly, the only thing that hurt more than his brain right now was his nose, which definitely didn’t elicit any feelings of comfort within him. 

     “How badly d’dya break my nose….?” 

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     “Smart thinking.” The slow grin that moved to stretch across the taller teen’s face spoke of a certain amount of enjoyment, if not towards the fact he was in training right now then towards the aesthetic of their current scenario, at least. Honestly, an old, abandoned house with creaks and dark corners and an air of eeriness to it?? Fantastic. This morning he’d had no idea this was where his day would lead him, and shit, if that wasn’t goddamn thrilling. 

     He kind of wished the place really was haunted. Y’know, to really sell the whole appeal. 

     Following Midoriya’s lead, Hitoshi dug around his pocket to fish out his own phone, turning the flashlight on a moment later. It wasn’t great, but at least now he could see five paces in front of his feet; more than enough to safe his poor shinbones from accidentally coming into contact with any pieces of hidden ( hopefully haunted ) furniture. Midoriya’s pain tolerance may be inhumanely high, but that didn’t mean his own was. 

     “So-” Time to get down to business. “We just gotta clear the building, right?” A nice, easy lesson today. According to Aizawa sensei, it was the calm before tomorrow’s apparently brutal quirk training regime, something that both intrigued Hitoshi and sent a small thrill of apprehension racing down his spine. 

           He wanted to say thanks, but honestly...     Izuku was a little more preoccupied on just getting through the training.                       Of course he respected their curriculum, and what school demeaned important for them to know, and be capable of but- suffice to say, something this spooky just wasn’t up Izuku’s alley.

                           Even since coming to UA he mostly steered clear of horror movies, anything with jumpscares, or paranormal stuff. Having a real person, a target, was much different then the potential of ghosts or something he couldn’t see with his own eyes or explain without simply chalking it up to someone’s quirk.

   Shinsou, on the other hand, seemed to be much more keen on their mission. It was kind of funny, in a way, like he was in his element. Or just generally enjoyed the hero work. Or watching Izuku squirm because of an assignment. The reasons why were truly endless. 

           “Yeah, but... I don’t know. It can’t just be that easy, right?”

   Well, besides for the general creepy atmosphere.        As a future hero, he could bypass that if necessary- and he would!             But there was no way all they had to do was walk through a weird house. 

                                       “Do you think we’re missing something?”

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Continued from here with @iimperium​

   “Well... It depends on what you want to do!”

After all, he didn’t want to try and make the other boy wear something he wasn’t interested in. That seemed sort of- selfish. He was not, however, above gently pushing the idea to see if Hitoshi was open to the prospect. It would be cute!

                      “We can look online though. There’s always a bunch of cute ideas, there... Like, salt and pepper or, uh, something like that!” But maybe not that exactly. 

           That costume didn’t seem too fun. 

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“You really have no idea what you’re doing, do you?”

“I don’t know why I believed you.”

“You have no idea how much I hate you.”

“You do realize they’ll never truly love you, right?” 

“You don’t really blame them for cheating on you, do you?”

“Yeah, but they never really loved you to begin with.”

“This tastes like garbage.”

“I could go with you, or I could swallow razor blades.” 

“Your parents have no idea who you are.”

“You sure as hell aren’t here on purpose.”

“Is it really much of a wonder why we broke up?” 

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like if you left.”

“They think you killed her.” // “They think you killed him.” 

“No amount of make up is going to help you right now.”

“I told him you ditched class to fuck your friend.”

“I hope alternate universe you gets hit by a bus.”

“You can’t change what your parents did, so stop making excuses for yourself.”

“Oh.. No, You look disgusting.” 

“Honestly I’d rather die in a fire.” 

“Your life makes Minions look like a masterpiece.”

“Have you ever heard of swimming with cinder blocks? It’s all the rage right now. You should try it sometime.” 

“You belong on the CW and that is so not a compliment.”

“Did you really think you were going to help the situation?” 

“When you say shit like that, it’s literally the reason we can’t be friends.”

“I liked you better when you acted like I actually mattered to you.” 

“Most people would have left you ages ago.”

“You’re the reason they’re dead.”

“You’re not worth the air.”

“You might still have a shot with the blind.”

“Stop fucking cornering me all the time. Haven’t you put it together yet?”