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coldwordsburningheart​:

Of course he wouldn’t be here for him. He should have expected that. Since when did he have friends? Friends would hold him back. His father always said he was different than the other kids. That he was meant to be the greatest hero. Even if he didn’t believe such a thing, it was hard to keep a conversation like that when he had barely interacted with anyone else on his age. He kept biting his lower lip, his hands holding his own shirt tight. At the word ‘hobo’ he couldn’t help but tilt his head in confusion and then for a small giggle to escape him only to cover his mouth right after. The kid seemed fun.

He would leave if the offer to go together on a secret place hadn’t been made and for a smile to be offered. He wanted to spend time with him? Could that mean he’d make a friend or at least he’d play with someone? Deku had said that he could do anything he wanted but he hadn’t been clear what ‘anything’ meant. Staring around as if someone could be watching them or listen to them, he got closer to the other boy. “I’d like the tree fort” he said. “But do you think they could get mad?” he asked. He didn’t remember the people here. Surely they were all kinder than his father was but he could not easily trust them that they wouldn’t get really furious if he did something he shouldn’t. He didn’t want to show that he hadn’t been appreciative of them trying to help him.

He couldn’t also be sure that the other kid wouldn’t get mad too. He really wanted to share a secret of someone else - it seemed like an exciting experience - and he wanted to get to see a tree fort but what if leaving that place wasn’t allowed? What if they didn’t let him see his mother like they had promised? He kept giving glances around from time to time. As if his father would appear out of nowhere and ask him why he hadn’t been a good son. “A-Anything you want” he said after a while. It was better to play with someone and get scolded than to be any more minute alone in that place. “You didn’t tell me your name”

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      ♞◈ Kota gave another small smile to him as he watched his reactions. Something was up - he just couldn’t pin point what it was. Looking around again and looking back at the half and half boy when he giggled. That had to count for something good other than his twisting hands and being timid. He scratched the back of his head while rattling his brain on what he could do now until he was brought out of his thoughts by Shoto speaking with him once more. ❝Huh?❞ His mind catching up with his mouth.  ❝Oh no. I mean if anything we get them to play the greatest game of hide and seek they don’t know they are playing.❞ A slight devious smirk spreading.

      Taking ahold of the others hand and gave a soft tug to hopefully move him with him.  ❝Come on, lets leave the boring adults.❞ Beginning to move to the doors, putting on his shoes and pulling the door open. Looking back at his new friend to wave him to follow.  ❝Come on, before we get stuck with someone and I die of boredom.❞ Quickly walking out the door and down the stairs of 1-A dorms. Checking back one last time to see if Shoto was following him.

      Stopping again once he heard the others question to him about his name. ❝Izumi Kota. Lets go Shoto.❞ 

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coldwordsburningheart​:

It was weird to be understood in such way by someone so much younger than him. Kota was there to listen without judging which a lot of people on his life would never understand. At the gesture to place his hand on his leg, he looked at him with confusion at first. His expression softened only after a while, realizing what this was for. Indeed, he had found people he cared about outside his parents. Aizawa had been a protective figure on his life while Fuyumi was like a mother to him on the years he had needed their own the most. She was the reason they still were acting as a family and trying to be one. Midoriya had been a close friend, someone he trusted with his life, someone that saved him. He had been surrounded by people that played a big part of his life, even if he couldn’t see it on the past.

It was awkward for him to act in any way physical towards someone, either it was to pat someone’s shoulder or to hold them tight on a hug. He wasn’t good when it came to expressing his emotions and this case wasn’t any different. He bowed his head for a moment, thinking about how he was supposed to react. If words were strong enough, they could be even more important than actions. “You are a good person” he said, trying to offer a small smile.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded. He didn’t want to imagine what being that close to death felt like. If Midoriya hadn’t given everything he had, this child could have been killed by the same villain that took his parents’s lives. “Midoriya is someone that would give his life to save everyone he could”. A real hero. “He had talked to me about you back at the summer camp. I believed that interfering with something personal for you would not lead to anything good, but when he puts something on his mind, nothing and no one can stop him” he sighed. “If he hadn’t been around, I wouldn’t have a conversation with you now” he admitted.

Indeed, it didn’t make that much sense of why most kids had wished to be heroes. He always thought that they were attracted by those professions that would fill their lives but it seemed that in such young age, they were attracted to the most popular professions of their times. “I didn’t really know that most kids wanted such a thing”. He wasn’t sure how to explain it. “It’s probably because heroes represent hope. It’s not just about saving lives but it means to change the society for the better. Or at least that’s what someone with an innocent heart can believe. I can’t think of any other way someone like that would view this. I don’t believe that kids think much of popularity or money.”

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      ♞◈ Kota couldn’t help but hope that he took some of the worry from Shoto. Shifting in his spot and returning his hand back to himself as he bit his lip and looked the other up and down briefly. Taking in his body language and how he was reacting. Fiddling with his hands nervously his head looking back up at Shoto when he spoke to him. He thought he was a good person? He was just a kid, he hadn’t really done anything to really deem him a good person. His mouth turned down in a scowl while still thinking about it. ❝I’m not really a good person. I haven’t done much that would consider me such.❞

      Kota fiddled with his hands, listening to the other speak about his friend willing to give his life for someone else. He understood that, but he also didn’t. Why would heroes risk their life - especially if they were great ones - and have the chance of dying and taking one more effective here out? It baffled him as he couldn’t grasp the concepts. ❝I still don’t get it. Why would you want to  die while protecting someone. It just means they are getting rid of the actual not so bad heroes.❞  Looking back at Todoroki as he talked about Deku more. ❝mm...that is true, but things would have been different too if he wasn’t around. You might not even be here.❞ 

       Kota’s face scrunched up at the explanation Todoroki was giving him on his thoughts of small kids wanting to be heroes. He was unimpressed, even deadpanned as he spoke. ❝That’s something a normal adult wants to default to. Kids aren’t that deep thinking.❞ The scowl carving into his features while his mouth frowned. ❝Kids always say how cool they are and how they want to be just like whoever they see on tv, or want to be the number one hero. Should hear how many kids at school brag about how their quirks are better than the next persons. It’s stupid.❞  

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dynamitem​:

Parade?. 

What is a parade when blood and limbs, lives are lost?, no matter what side suffers, be it light or darkness. This kid really take pleasure in sputtering nonsense instead of facing the world as it is. One can’t help but wonder who is truly blind here.

‘‘Physical proofs can be just as faked, especially when you’re just a sitting duck. You’re not the one out there, wasting blood and breathes for peoples in need. Stop acting like some tragic backstory writer and get all worked up about things you can’t control’‘.

Villains were generally created along the way, by their choices, they were not born on the go. Smiles?, television?, cameras?. Disgusting!. Nobody had the same reactions when near cameras and news, peoples behind tv screens, often overreacted. He’d rather believe his own eyes than media.

‘‘Unfortunately, yes. I’d rather do something worth with my life than just be found sitting there, like a coward and sputter unjustified things’’.

He’s ready to turn away, he’s got an hike to do. This kid is a lost cause at this point, unwilling to understand this is indeed no game, but reality, that much Bakugou can agree on.

‘‘It ain’t a game but you’re not awake to actually see its not. Get a better sight’’. As harsh as it is, the blonde was not playing around and making this, oh so soft and cute.

Reality is cruel, such is life.

       ♞◈ Kota frowned at the male as he began speaking to him. Crossing his arms with a scowl. ❝Yeah, Heroes aren’t doing anything to stop people like the one who killed my parents. Everyone just wants screen time and money. What makes your different.❞ Glaring long and hard at the blonde, yeah he might say he’d rather do something then be a bystander, but Kota has everything ripped away from him because no one was there to help his parents.

      His scowl only seemed to grow larger on him, ��So you are willing to leave behind everyone without a second thought, no plan? Just ready to die at the drop of the hat? You just want to give up everything for strangers you don’t want?❞ The other wasn’t noticing how show boaty that heroes were becoming, how they acted in front of cameras as a show pony. ❝If it isn’t a game then why are heroes only caring about cameras and are being show ponies on tv!❞ 

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telekinetichero-impact​:

“I just think you’ve lost your way,” he says before going silent for a minute. “I can see there’s no convincing you, so I’ll have to take you by force.” He then picks up Kota with his quirk, the boy suddenly floating in the air. He begins walking away, Kota in tow.

           ♞◈ He rolled his eyes, great another stupid hero in training with a savior complex. ❝Save it for someone who cares.❞ He rolled his eyes while crossing his arms in front of his chest. God these people were annoying, maybe he should have punched this kid between the legs as well. Hearing the silence fall between them he figured that maybe he finally got the hint and began to leave. That was until he felt himself being pulled up and not by someone.

       ❝Hey, what?! PUT ME DOWN! YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET THIS!❞ He snapped at the male, flailing his arms and legs as he tried to free himself from whatever this kid’s quirk was.

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Get to Know the Mun

Name: Sixx

Birthdate: August 28th

Gender: Raccoon

Sexual Orientation: Disaster

Favorite Movies: 13 ghosts, devils rejects, house of a thousand corpses, Hocus Pocus. Idk any others really.

Last Book You Read: Uhh book I haven’t really read one in a while. So last manga i read was BNHA.

Tagged by: @coldwordsburningheart​

Tagging: @ anyone who wants to steal it and tag me!

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『I have finished drafts on me crips boy. Now my next step is this angsty child!』

// Sorry for the slow replies! I will do my best to get to working on replies as soon as i can!

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onlooked​:

Izaya was on his way to get food when he suddenly saw a child playing in the street with no adults near. He stopped as he walked past the child, looking down at him. “Are you on your own? You shouldn’t be walking around without an adult,” Who knew what could happen in the city after-all.

      ♞◈ With nothing more than tuning out the world around him for the time being and occupying himself from the boredom he had, he didn’t notice someone approaching him. Mindlessly drawing symbols and random things without any purpose he was only brought out from his isolation by a voice. Slightly startled he looked up expecting someone he knew only to find a stranger in front of him. Mild surprise turned into a slight scowl while sizing up the male in front of him.

      No one had to be stupid enough to do anything in front of a hero agency so that fact eased his nerves a bit. The question was harmless enough and deducing that it wouldn’t be a problem to answer as long as he didn’t give any significant information away.

     ❝I’m not. Cousin’s inside picking something up or whatever. I got bored so I came out here till she was done.❞ Almost mumbling his words like he was annoyed before turning his attention back to the ground and looking at the drawings he had. Returning to them to occupy his time. That had to satisfy the stranger into leaving him alone he assumed.

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coldwordsburningheart​:

The boy had been suddenly walking towards him which made Shoto open his eyes wide and even take a step back. He hadn’t been used to talking with kids on his age. He was usually scolded when talking to his own siblings. When the boy asked such a thing, he looked at him with confusion. So he knew his older self? Eri too? That meant that he should say something. Before the boy was going to leave he had to say something but the words couldn’t come out. “I am Shoto” he said, swallowing anxiously. Could they be friends when he was older? He didn’t remember him like he didn’t remember anyone else from that place. Holding his shirt tight, he took another step back.

“Ah, I was told that…” What was he told? “I don’t remember anything. I was told that Eri has a problem with her Quirk so she turned me small” he explained. “She is really upset so the guy with the black clothes… Ah, Shota I think it’s his name… He is taking care of her”. Did he need to say anything else? The other had seemed really excited to wait for Eri. He was right that the boy wasn’t there for him. “Are you staying here?” he asked. He then immediately regretted it. It wasn’t his business to ask something personal someone which he didn’t remember knowing. Biting his lower lip, he looked around. The kind green-haired boy wasn’t there. No one else was there and he needed to leave but he could not come up with an excuse.

          ♞◈ Kota stopped briefly from moving when he saw Shoto back up with wide eyes. That was odd, did he think he was going to attack him? He began to move again, this time giving the other room and moving around him instead of toward him. Kota knew he face wasn’t exactly friendly to many but he figured it wasn’t that bad. Going to the couch to sit and wait till someone else came to ask about Eri he stopped in his tracks again. Turning to look over at Shoto again with a look of confusion. ❝Wait...So you are Shoto? You have the same name as your cousin?❞

      Confusion written all over his face until Shoto began explaining what had happened to him. Confusion soon turned to realization before he nodded to the other male.  ❝Oh...❞ Nodding again, her quirk must have spiked again like she said it might do again.  ❝Aizawa-san? Yeah sounds like him, he’s the hobo looking one right? He’s like her guardian i think...❞ Shrugging before letting out a sigh, this meant that he wasn’t going to be able to play with Eri today.

      A frown crossed his face at that realization before looking up at Shoto again when he asked another question, shaking his head  ❝No. I just visit to play with Eri sometimes. But since she most likely won’t be able to play I guess it is just you an me then today. Me and Eri have a secret tree fort, come on. Don’t tell the adults or teens. It’s kids only.❞ Smiling when his voice lowered  with his last sentence. ❝Unless you wanna stay inside. Then we can watch a movie or something.❞  

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coldwordsburningheart​:

Todoroki had been listening to the boy as he kept his eyes on the floor. It was like talking to an adult. Not even that. There were people on his age that were not as mature as Kota was. If he had to admit, he was enjoying the time they shared and he’d easily keep talking to him if there wasn’t a big difference in their age and probably their interests. He’d assume that the boy would get bored in time so he wasn’t going to keep the conversation more than the other would have wanted.

It was truth that smiling didn’t always calm people down. He wasn’t the person that could easily smile unless there were times he found as funny or pleasant. At the face of danger he could remain calm but he could not be like All Might or Midoriya. Heroes were different from each other. Being a presence that could still calm people’s hearts and keep them safe was something he had been aiming for and he was glad that the one next to him could see that. When dreams were brought up and the small one chuckled, he offered him a small grin only for it to fade for what followed.

He didn’t wonder why the boy disliked his father. It was only natural from the face his old man showed on the media. He was a hero strong enough to admire but his personality? As the other one assumed that Endeavor could probably have a hero persona much worse than who he actually was, he simply shook his head. If there were excuses to be made in order to not feel offended about his family, it wasn’t really needed. “You don’t need to change your mind about him because of me” he said. “His hero persona is indeed different from who he actually is. He was much more of an asshole with his family” he said. Showing not emotion at a time like this was a success. “I hate him too. You don’t need to think about offending me” he reassured him. Eyes on him, he took a deep breath. “He has been trying to change after All Might’s retirement but it’s not an easy task for anyone” Explaining him at such young age what he meant wasn’t an option. The truth. He would say the truth.

“I apologize for bringing this up. I should have expected for you to question me. I enjoy our conversation and I find you really mature for your age but I do not believe that telling you would be any beneficial”. He didn’t wish to sound harsh. He hoped his point had been made clear. “There are things you should be protected from knowing”. He had a kind look on his face. “It doesn’t really matter since my past is not holding me back anymore. I know who I want to become and I have moved on from that time. No matter how dark the world may seem, there is a reason to keep going”. If he could tell him one thing, this was it. “Things hadn’t been ideal but we are here for a reason. Every painful situation we are going through is for us to get stronger. And I believe you know that better than me”

Eyes back on the floor, he took a deep breath. He didn’t understand why Kota’s words had been comforting. Why he was saying things he had known deep inside but hadn’t found the right words to say them out loud. He was developing and it wasn’t a bad thing. He was getting better. Being weak was not a bad thing.

“It’s early for you, but I wish that you find something that motivates you in life. You are a kind person and I would love to see the path you are going to choose to follow”

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       ♞◈ Kota sat in his silence, thinking to himself about particularly nothing. His mind drawing up blanks and barely tangible thoughts. That was until Shoto began speaking to him once more. His dad, right. Kota nodded to him, he really wasn’t going to change his mind about him, just didn’t want to offend the other if he knew something he didn’t. Though when Shoto had spoken up about his father being an asshole, he had a vague idea of what that could mean and with the context he got enough. He looked over back at the half and half hero.

         A frown crossed his face as he eyed the male, listening to him at his explanation of his dad changing. Kota reached out and patted his leg lightly. It felt like something he had to do or at least assure him he understood somewhat.  ❝Family isn’t always blood. Some people make a family from friends. So even if your dad doesn’t set up there might have already been someone who is like a dad for you. Like....Tiger is kinda for me at times.❞

      Shaking his head to Shoto he moved his hand away and placed it back into his lap. ❝You don’t have to apologize, you don’t owe me an explanation. I kinda get it must have been bad if it isn’t something I shouldn’t hear. I kinda figured not all heroes are really heroes- villains too.❞ Rubbing the back of his neck,  ❝Yeah..I sometimes wish I didn’t.❞ He let a soft awkward chuckle escape his mouth.

      Nodding to Shoto he hummed, ❝If Deku didn’t come around I would have been a villain or dead....But thanks...I guess...Still don’t understand why everyone my age is obsessed with being a hero....❞

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          ♞◈ It rubbed him the wrong way or rather he was rubbed the wrong way by the wolf kid. What did he really know about illusions and lies? Kota really saw heroes for what they were - at least the ones that were mostly in the spot light - Some villains even, they all just seemed to be doing pointless things that had no meaning, that really didn’t even do anything but harm others and contribute to the never ending hypocrisy that was their society. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, God he was preachy. ❝At least I don’t go parading around in a stupid costume playing dress up and smiling at cameras like all those other heroes do.❞ 

      Trust a few, give him a break. He rolled his eyes at that and turned his head away from the other. ❝Yeah no way in hell. If I am going to trust someone they’d have to prove it first. I’m not an idiot and gonna blindly follow someone by word alone.❞  Shifting in his spot he sighed to himself, Hero students thinking they can change his mind. He was hoping to be left alone, but here he was, with a student from UA annoying him.

      ❝You don’t get it do you. So you are just going to turn a blind eye too. IT ISN’T SOME STUPID GAME! Every hero and every villain on tv just throw around their weight like it’s some stupid game until someone dies!❞ Clenching his fist,   ❝So what are you going to do, turn a blind eye too? Or were you gonna actually do something.❞

Well, that certainly goes with what he said himself.

This kid grumpy aura was not impressing the wolf, nor annoying him. Those eyes were willingly calm, he does not pretend, refuse to act a double personality. 

‘‘Have you?, or would you much rather sit there and cage yourself with filthy illusions and lies?. The majority wins, rendering the trusted minorities into nothing but ashes, because by then, without understanding the world you live in, you’re left to think your surroundings is nothing short of an unkind, unfair reality and no one you end up trusting, can provide help because violence and selfishness is always going to bloom. If everybody is as selfish as you claim, then, you are part that everybody’’.

‘‘Trust a few, not all and maybe you’ll see there are things worth living for and it doesn’t have to be with a trusted person’‘. 

Selfish?, what wolf is as such when they are family-oriented, selfless to their packs, the friends they make. If anything, Bakugou was not living any longer for what he once set himself to do, that much he realized. 1 is but a number, its not a big deal, if he still can be amongst the top 10.

‘‘I’m different because i am myself, i don’t play by rules if it doesn’t help someone around me. The world is cruel but its alive and i accept it as it is, instead of doing nothing worthwhile with the good things it still offers’’.

He’s not annoyed to speak his mind out. Bakugou was not playing with any words, not when honesty embodies him.

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@bcnnymama​​ asked:  “So you’re the cute little boy who kicked Deku in the nuts.”

  ♞◈ He jumped at the sudden voice when he thought he was paying attention. Eyes widening a bit at the bunny hero before a large embarrassed blush crossed his face at the exclamation. Who was telling people about that?! He did his best to hold his stutter and embarrassment while answering her.  ❝Y-yeah! and? It was his fault for thinking I was gonna fawn over him.❞

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// Aight my fellow peeps! I am going to reply to my rps! Sorry for being MIA I had work and messed up my sleeping scheduled bad.

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jikantid​:

The sight of tears would often be scolded at, reminded of how selfish she was. ( How could you cry when you hurt others ) So Eri had to make a double-take she heard the boy correctly. It was okay to cry…?

“…I’m sorry.” She mumbled after a few seconds, wiping away the remaining tears. “I just… g-get bad memories sometimes…”

      ♞◈ He didn’t know what to do really, he was never sure how he was suppose to cheer up the girl next to him crying. He shifted in his spot as he chewed on his bottom lip. He stayed quiet, letting her cry it through. He zoned himself out, staring at one spot on the floor unfocused as he didn’t know how to help her but let her cry before her voice brought him from the static in his head. Turning to look over at her he let a timid smile to her.

      ❝I....I get those too....I get kinda scared too. It is okay, whatever scares you. Because you have that tired mummy to hide behind. Or like in that sleeping bag he hides himself in.❞

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      ♞◈ Kota had become used to the constant visits in UA lately, but he didn’t mind them much. It just meant he was going to play with Eri or his cousin had some business there and he was brought along. Taking off his shoes while walking onto the floor of the main floor he looked for a familiar head of white hair but was faced with white and red. His face pinched up in a scowl as he eyed the other boy. Looking around once more to see if someone else was around or Shoto since the kid looked kinda like him - just younger. Finding no one but himself and the other kid his attention dropped back to the other boy. 

      ❝You related to Shoto?❞ He questioned his brows brawn together still in a scowl while he thought. Maybe it was one of his siblings visiting or something? I couldn’t be that odd. ❝Have you seen Eri? Was she with you?❞ He decided to change subjects, if another kid was here then that must of meant she was probably with him. His face softened a bit in excitement when he got the glimpse of hope she was close by and he wouldn’t have to go searching all over for her.

Double Trouble | Kota Izumi/Todoroki Shoto

Roleplay with: @misanthropicapathy

He should have been more careful when approaching Eri but he hadn't been aware she had been having a problem with her Quirk. Seeing the little girl crying, he had tried to help her but it only resulted for her to active her Quirk on him. Midoriya had pulled him back in time but the damage was already done. He had turned back to the age of five. His burn scar was gone and he was in the mindset of that age, not having any memories of his older self. When he was about to panic - being in an environment he didn't recognize with people he didn't remember knowing - they explained everything to him and had already been working on getting him back to his normal age.

In the meantime, living in the dorms away from his mother had been hard for him, even if the green-haired hero had been nothing but friendly. Everyone were so kind which was unnatural and he didn't have his father forcing him to train. Walking around the building, he stopped when he saw someone around his age standing at the door. Confused, he didn't know if he should talk to him. He hadn't been allowed to play with other kids but no one was there to scold him. Holding his shirt tight and biting his lip, he decided on not talking. He could simply walk away. The other kid wasn't there for him anyway. Maybe he should have stayed at the living room and watch TV. That wouldn't require talking to anyone.

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jikantid​:

It was surprising, really. Eri always assumed people were going to hate her the moment they laid eyes on her- or think she’s weird- cursed- but this boy was nothing like that. She trails after him, watching him gather blankets. Should she gather blankets too…? 

“O-Okay.”  Her eyes scan the room, spotting a blanket on the floor. picking it up, she throws it over herself, not really sure what to do with it for now- as she gathers as many pillows as she can carry. 

      ♞◈ Kota couldn’t help but feel a bit more excited that he had someone to do somethings that he never really got to do. Looking back at the girl briefly he gave her a small smile as he continued walking out with the items in his own arms. ❝I can’t wait to make the fort.❞ He spoke, hanging the blankets over some chairs that were arranged to give them enough space to create the fort. ❝Just toss over the blanket over the top of the chair and i’ll bring it over to my side.❞

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      ♞◈ Kota looked up at Bakugou, his scowl placed on his face as he heard his words. He thought to long on that, since his parents died, since his nightmares came around. He watched the news, saw the small details in the crowd when he was in the city. Who was this one kidding? The ego on Bakugou was as wide as the ocean from what Kota had observed. ❝What if the minority is out weighted by the majority. Ever thought about that.❞ Kota retorted back when he gaze returned back to looking in front of him.

        ❝How are you different from everyone else? Aren’t your goals just as selfish as everyone else in that school.❞

Opinionated kids. Alot would feel glad to not walk in the shoes of teenagers trying to go about their lives, throught sweats and blood, often shed for other peoples. And yet, there is this kid, clueless that no one is the same.

Exiting the dorms, hiking bag securely against his back, Bakugou moves down the staircases, words are brought forth. 

‘‘If you don’t know someone, they are less likely to be clowns and more hard to understand than instantly claiming everybody is the same. If you see the bad on the majority, the minority you actually believe in, isn’t going to make your thoughts on the world, any better.’‘.