the idea of ua teacher bakugou honestly makes me so sad, because you have to consider the possibility of him not making it to the end as a hero which !! is heart-breaking !!
but at the same time — there is something really cathartic i think about him growing up and growing out of measuring his worth by being number one, by being the best. and i like to think of him as a grumpy professor !! a bit like aizawa !! or him keeping a close eye on the shy, quiet students, watching out for them and always there to bully them (affectionate) along their path . or for him to be an all might to someone, a young kid that looked up to dynamight in his hay-day, now getting to follow directly under his lead.
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Louis wore a Neil Barrett Multiple Metal Eyelets T-Shirt in Black while meeting fans in Brisbane.
A series of silver-tone eyelets punctuate this T-shirt, which is crafted from black cotton to a Slim fit with drop shoulders and wide sleeves.
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Prompt 4 - Switch
@jegulus-microfic January 4 Word count 505
CW - Someone's shirt is set on fire but they arent hurt at all.
Regulus was enjoying the warm spring day between classes. He, Barty, and Evan were all loitering out in the courtyard. They only had about a quarter of an hour before Charms. Barty had been determined to get outside before they were trapped inside for the rest of the afternoon. So Regulus had indulged him.
Barty was causing chaos, of course, quietly egged on by Evan. Regulus watched the tiny floating paper birds drift close to groups of other students before igniting with a sharp crack. Oddly, no one seemed to realise where they were coming from.
Regulus had just lit a cigarette when the door slammed open, bouncing off the stone walls. He hid his hand behind his back in a flash. In case it was a professor or Filch. But no, it was his brother and his gang of loud idiots. Regulus groaned, knowing that all peace was now lost. He put his cigarette to his lips again, refusing to waste it because of them.
His brother’s voice soon filled the small space. Regulus looked over at him. Sirius was standing on the side of the fountain, holding onto one of the uprights and waving about dramatically. Sirius had always loved the sound of his own voice. Potter was whooping and carrying on, adding fuel to Sirius’s fire. Pettigrew isn’t much better, clapping and squeakily laughing. The only one not being entirely annoying was Remus. Who, while watching Sirius intently, was only smiling and not making any noise. Regulus thought he would probably get on quite well with Remus Lupin if he wasn’t one of his brother’s friends.
Barty nudged Regulus in the side, nearly displacing his cigarette. Regulus scowled at him until he looked where Barty was pointing. One of his little paper birds was floating towards Sirius. Regulus felt the corners of his lips twitching in anticipation.
It was nearly on him when Potter shifted sideways a step. The bird landed perfectly in the centre of his back. Crack. James’s shirt sets alight. The crack makes him jump, but he didn’t realise he was on fire until Sirius screams at him.
Regulus knew the fire wouldn’t actually hurt him. Barty embraced chaos. But he wasn’t mad enough to hurt someone on school property.
“It’s heatless flames,” He’d told Regulus the first time he’d shown him the spell. “Don’t want to risk getting expelled and having to go home to my father.”
James ripped his shirt off. Though at this point, there wasn’t much of it left. He threw it on the floor and stomped on it to put the flames out. James turned around trying to see who had hit him in the back.
That’s when Regulus looked fully at James. It was like a switch had been flicked. One second he was just another of his brother’s annoying friends, and then Regulus’s stomach flipped. He had the sudden urge to lick James’s abs, which he’d never had before.
The realisation hit him like a brick.
Salazar’s balls! I fancy James Potter!
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