#&&. writer: katebaikiru

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My dumb rat hit 200 followers.

So I gotta shout the homies out. Shout out to the homies who kept me on this god damn blog despite everything I went through.

@katebaikiru - Izzy~! Thank u for being such a supportive ship partner and feeding my brainrot. We don’t interact as much as I would like too, but I still super appreciate how much of a good friend u are and how fun u are to plot with. Every time I see you on Dash I point and go “Izzy... My true girlboss.”

@boku-no-terios / @greaterspeed - Looping you two together because you two are inseparable. Yoms and Silvy are two of the best STH Fandom writers??? Yoms’ Shadow is... I foam at the mouth for him, and Silvy is more in touch with Sonic’s emotional side then me and it makes reading their threads so good. A top with that, Yoms and Silvy are two of the most supportive people on this site. I love talking to them. Despite how cursed I am sometimes. I love you guys. 

@raijinden / @yanfeizhi - I haven’t known Jack as long as it feels like I have. But man if Jack doesn’t make me absolutely go starry eyed. Their portrayals are top tier and on god if not for my anxiety I’d be in their dm’s every day vomiting out ideas. S/O: to Niff and the Squad who I sorta met through Jack, or I guess was able to get more familiar with? I think if not for Jack I wouldn’t have felt so comfortable with the other Squamates. Thank u Jack for being very cool.

OTHER FOLKS WHO I ADORE BUT CAN’T GET WORDS TOGETHER IN ORDER TO SHOW MY BIG OLE STUPID DUMB HEART OF APPRECIATION TOO: @keqinge @geoknight @flycway @georisen 

Thanks to all my other one hundred and ninety four followers.

I love u guys <3

Thanks for appreciating my rat.

[shinobswrites]

scar for ya boy: it's late at night when he walks into the shop, not really bothering to take note of his surroundings; there's barely a soul out on the street given the time and how cold it currently is, much less inside the building. scar is so busy fixing his scarf around his neck and trying to get it to cover his nose for the warmth of it, that it takes him a moment to realize he's there greeting him. "oh - hello." and it might take him a second too long to notice the mistletoe right above the both of them - there's a slight tint to his cheeks at realizing the implications, though he figures inumaki cares very little about going through with tradition. especially with him, of all people.

it's lonely outside, the streets are almost empty and boredom creeps into Inumaki's mind. he had been asked to take over tonight's shift, so his colleague could go on a date night with his girlfriend. reluctantly he had agreed, just to sit in front of the register, lowkey regretting his decision. wondering if his colleague was having fun rolling around right now, inumaki lets out a silent sigh. for the past few hours only a few customers had come in, the freezing cold was probably the reason for them to keep away. the young male glances towards the clock ticking on the wall above the entrance. he still had four more hours to go before his shift would come to an end.

sitting up, he looks around the convenience store. as he had opened the cartons and put stacked all items into the shelves before, there was not much to do. aside from cleaning, he guessed. another sigh leaves his lips and he slowly gets up from his seat. inumaki begins to stretch himself and wanders towards the door, thinking about getting some fresh air before starting to mob the floor. so the customer coming in takes him by surprise - especially when he realizes who was standing in front of him. by the time he notices the familiar scarred face, he had greeted the older man with a customer service smile.

his eyes follow the taller male's gaze above their heads. he feels the heat immediately rushing to his face and ears, while staring at the mistletoe dangling by the entrance like an invitation to be bold. he would be lying if he didn't admitted to be interested in the stern looking man, but it was hard to tell if the other felt the same. especially since the two of them hadn't interacted as much as inumaki would like. in a dark corner of his head, he heard a voice whispering to not do it, but he ignored his sense of guilt, when he stepped forward and grabbed the other by the scarf, to pull him down to his eye level. for a moment he lets his lips linger just in front of the other man's lips, before brushing them gently. embarrassed about his own actions he stops himself from pulling off the real thing, and goes ahead to push a kiss against the taller male's cheek instead. "thank you for coming. i kind of wanted to see you again." he lowers his eyes and quickly turns around. "can i help you with something, though?"

[shinobswrites]

He'd been hurt that bakugou had thought so lowly of him when he'd greeted him under the mistletoe without knowing, but he doesn't let that deter him from giving him the batch of chocolates he'd made with his sister. "happy valentines day, bakugou. And before you say anything, no, I'm not giving these to you with any expectations, so you don't need to insult me." it's hard to hide the hurt look on his face as he tentatively hands over the box of treats as if the other man might throw them back in his face. Damn him for being so enamored with him and damn him for kissing shoto in a way that he hasn't managed to forget no matter how much he's tried. "Just -" a soft sigh "if you're gonna trash them, at least give them to someone that'll enjoy them, alright?"

bakugou had no idea why, but he had felt the big need to make some chocolate, half white, half strawberry chocolate on a day that was basically capitalistic propaganda for the chocolate industry. he guessed it was a good practice, although it probably was a pretty unneccessary skill in a future izakaya.

unfortunately he wasn't that much of a white chocolate fan, so he was on the look for someone to dump them on. until the half-half guy came into sight. and hands him a box of chocolate. confused he looks up at the other, frowing as he hears him talking. not knowing how to react towards the clearly hurt todoroki, he lowers his head, glancing to the side as he thought of fleeing the scene. after what happened on christmas, the other had been on his mind every single day. bakugou had tried to shake it off, brush it off without success. it was hard to grasp what was actually going on between them.

shyly, he thrusts his own box of white and pink chocolate into todoroki's direction, carefully clinging to the received gift. "let's trade these then. i don't really like white chocolate. i prefer dark chocolate like this. i won't throw it away, idiot."

[shinobswrites]

To say that scar hasn't had much experience in the realm of gift giving and celebrating romantic occasions is an understatement - he has no idea if inumaki has plans for the holiday (god, he doesn't even know if the guy is single, does he?!) but he sees no harm in getting him something that would hopefully cheer him up. So when he shows up at the store with a chocolate replica of a camera inside a cute little box, scar may doubt his choice in gift for a brief second before actually giving it to him. What? He just didn't think that a regular box of chocolates would be good enough! And does he tell him anything about it before thrusting the bag into his chest without a single word? That's exactly what he does. And when he does speak, it's after throwing on the counter a couple of tickets to the underwater show happening at the aquarium that weekend. "I thought - maybe it'd be good. For inspiration. Taking pictures." smooth

Apparently Scar was into handing out gifts here and there because he had received yet another present from the older man without any proper reason. The occassion this time however made him wonder if the other maybe was as much into him as Inumaki was into the scarred man. Why else would someone give out chocolate on Valentine's, if it was not because of a romantic reason? The possibility of receiving obligation chocolate as in a platonic relationship between them however was pretty much ignored by the other. Too big was the hope, Scar would feel just like him.

He slowly sees a pattern, when a little box is pushed into his chest and two tickets to an underwater show are dropped onto the counter right in front of him. Wordless he blinks at the gifts, before raising his chin and looking at the other as he slowly starts to blush. But before he begins to talk, he quickly turns around to pull a small box out of his bag which contained a handmade chocolate smiley with a scar just like the man in front of him.

Snorting, he pushes the box towards the other and peeks into the box he had just received himself. After gently poking the chocolate camera once to have a taste of it without actually breaking it (and losing a core memory), he closes the lid again and picks up one of the tickets. "You come up with all kinds of dates, Scar." The younger man leans on his arm and grins cheekily at the older.

"I like it. Thanks for the chocolate and the invitation. I'll gladly join you."

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continued from here!

inumaki tries hard to hold back a silly grin, when he gets the older man to sit down next to him. this encounter is way more than he had hoped for, when deciding to watch the first sunset of the new year. he becomes light-headed, as he burns mister's name into his mind. scar. it was indeed fitting, but instead of the facial feature that was more or less standing out, inumaki thought it had a cool ring to it that described the other quite well. "mister scar. I like it." the younger says to himself, and snickers happily. the more he gets to know about scar, the smaller the distance between them seems to get. "and as long as you call me kid, i'll call you mister." he shrugs his shoulders and flashes a bright smile at the older.

the white-haired male lets out a sigh, as he relaxes his tensed up limbs, feeling a bit warmer now that the guy he almost kissed was next to him. blinking he watches scar taking off his warm looking coat and before he is able to protest, he was wrapped up like a springroll. in awe of the drama-like move, he looks up at the older, not hiding his blushing this time around. he wanted to get sick this instant, just to get to know what it would be like to be nursed to health by scar. shyly, he moves closer and leans against scar's shoulder, breathing in the thick scent of the fabric surrounding him. "that was so damn cool. thank you… but aren't you cold now? maybe..." he could feel his heart beating hard against his ribcage. "maybe we could share your coat." opening the coat, he puts one half on scar's back and inches even closer, while securing his camera with the other hand. "that's a lot better." he smirks and turns back to watch the horizon once again. this year would be awesome.

@katebaikiru

[shinobswrites]

so he may have heard him talking about this darn movie that he knows absolutely nothing about multiple times. and it just so happened that he accidentally ordered two tickets for it online instead of just one. it'd be a waste of money to not put it to good use, right? so scar is just going to go to the grocery store at a time when he knows there's barely a soul out & about and he's going to just openly stare at inumaki for a hot minute before thrusting the extra ticket into his chest. that's how you do this, right? now he's just going to walk away. without uttering a single word. because that's normal.

since he had been pretty busy with university stuff and work until now, there had been no space for inumaki to go and see the newest mecha warrior movie, so he was more than surprised that the scarred mister somehow had picked up him talking about it all the time. or at least it seemed like that, when he once again stood in the convenience store inumaki worked at and basically threw a movie ticket into his hands, upon giving him some kind of death (?) glare. blinking, he looked at the paper piece in his hands, before looking up and noticing the mister trying to run off without giving a proper explanation. "wait, mister! does that mean we have a date in two days? 'cause that's how i am going to interpret your gift!" he snickered to himself and waved at the older man happily.

"thank you! and i'll see you there!"

[shinobswrites]

he's stupidly excited when he sees him walking out of the building - shoto is not stupid, he knows that his classmate isn't particularly fond of him, but he can't help it that he considers bakugou katsuki someone of importance in his life! so sue him for caring so much - he can't help it. "hey! wait for me!" he rushes after him, managing to catch him just by the door and under the building's arch. there's a soft and gentle smile on him as he hands the other guy a wrapped box. inside there are cookies he made for him using his mothers' recipe. "I got you this. since we're going on break I figured we probably won't see each other until after christmas so I wanted to give you this." his eyes drift as he speak, landing on the plant just above them. his brows furrow in confusion - he vaguely recalls a tradition involving something with plants but he's never taken part in it so he's somewhat confused and curious. "why is that there? how did they even get it up there?"

He is suprised upon hearing the annoyingly familiar voice, calling after him and telling him to wait as he was on the way out of the building. Today was the last day of university for this year and he would be finally allowed to take a breath of rest. Since trying to pursuing his dream and working hard on making that dream come true by learning the arts of cooking, Bakugou had been on edge. And the very reason was standing right in front of him, giving him a stupid pretty boy smile and handing some kind of gift box. "What the hell? Why would you give me something, stupid?" His ears turned bright red, when he felt Todoroki's gaze on him. They weren't even friends. So getting him a present didn't make any sense at all.

"Are you an idiot? We didn't agreed on this! Don't expect me to get y- HEY! Are you even listening to me?!" The blonde growled at the taller guy, just to notice Todoroki's attention had been distracted by some mistletoes dangling right above the heads. Who in the freaking hell would place them there? "Isn't that obvious? Some horny dipshit put them up there." He grumbled, avoiding eye contact because he was unsure if the bright red had reached his cheeks by now. "So, like I said, don't expect me to get you something. I won't buy you shit and won't spend my money on you." Glancing up to the mistletoe again, he however wondered if Todoroki had planned to catch him right underneath the fucking twig and if he expected a kiss.

"Fucking perv!" Bakugou hissed under his breath, before grabbing the other by the collar and pressing their lips together.

[shinobswrites]

Who are you?

NAME: shinobi. STAR SIGN: cancer | water rooster. HEIGHT: 158cm. WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME? a vietnamese name. PUT YOUR SPOTIFY ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 6 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?

the lazy song - bruno mars pop/stars - k/da understand - meloh red lipstick - lee hi more - k/da

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU? yes, several times in highschool because my friend and I were active hobby writers back then. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR? I don't know. WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH? I don't really crush on celebrities? I really like them, but I don't think that counts as crush. WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE; SOUND YOU LOVE? I really hate chalk on blackboards and high frequency sounds. I however love the sound of rain on clay pots in Vietnam during monsoon season. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? yes, but mostly good ones. HOW ABOUT ALIENS? yes. there are saiyans out there. DO YOU DRIVE? rarely, but yes. I prefer to walk or take public transportation due to several reasons. IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED? nope. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? mangas count. so kaiju no. 8. DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE? hell no, remembers me of durian. 🤢 WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW? I don't remember, but probably Kingdom: Ashin of the North? WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD? the worst that made me unable to go to school or to work was either a ruptured ligament on my ankle or a broken index finger. DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW? shayne orok's japanese cover of "light switch". DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG? depends on what they've done. IN A RELATIONSHIP? with my work. tagged by: sweet @goldenloved 🥰 thank you! tagging:@midnightcircvs @jcrpspam @katebaikiru @lunartricked