how my ocs express affection (platonic)
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not revised btw!
genderneutral reader btw, reader and oc are best friends in these scenarios (quite obviously) in some scenarios reader is not bald
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sev: he yaps to you. surprisingly, when you first knew him you thought he was like a ghost, always invisible, silent and somehow everywhere all of the time. curious, you decide to try poking around, maybe asking kaiwen of what he usually talks about, but both are tight-lipped.
eventually, you two start getting closer, and when you talked to him he starts.. actually-having-a-say-in-the-conversation? the yapping's mostly about vague biology stuff but you're always happy to lend an ear. yesterday he just told you about the wonders of cats and how they were better than dogs, today he told you about how genes work.
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charon: does stuff with your hair. your [h/c] hair is beautiful to her, and whenever she gets the opportunity to she always does your hair herself.
your first meeting with her was in primary, where you noticed a girl with dark skin and curly hair sitting alone. you approached her and she lights up with joy, asking if you wanted to be her friend. she seems nice enough, so you agree!
both of you keep in contact through letters as you grow older, and eventually, text each other nearly everyday.
it's been years and now you see her again. she has more self-confidence and you honestly feel so proud of her. then she offers it; "want me to do your hair? i know some cute styles for ya."
it's an enjoyable experience for you both and is just a bonding activity <3
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kaiwen: honestly he opens up. he stops just being very silent (somehow more silent than sev, if you compared the two sev would look like a chatterbox). of course, he doesn't talk much, but it's a relief to know he's still listening whenever he says 'mhm' in a conversation. sometimes.. he might actually give his input!
(also he's protective of his friends, so please expect some anger if someone ever hurts his buddies)
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vie: handmade gifts. she's not too much of a words person and she definitely doesn't have the best attitude, but if you get through to her, she's quite the caring woman. once she heard you mentioned offhandedly how you wanted a pet robot that could clean, cook, and be a silly little bean and guess what showed up on your doorstep tomorrow.
she's in love platonically (no, this isn't a 'haha platonically... girl i think u in LOVE LOVE w her joke, vie's aroace) with you. you're her closest friend and the only one who saw her as 'vie', and not the child prodigy and supergenius of coalt.
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13. “I dare you to kiss me.” (do you want me to send you more because i will and i love you)
((I’d say yes, but you already sent me a bunch to work on xD I love youuuuu and hope you enjoyed this one (≧◡≦) ♡))“Whose stupid fucking idea was it to play Truth or Dare anyways? What are we, fucking five?” Bakugou barked out, arms crossed after being shoved into the circle of idiots who called themselves his ‘friends’.
“Dude, have some chill,” Kirishima grinned, slapping Bakugou on the back and earning a growl in response. “It’s just a fun way to pass the time.”
“...With vodka?”
Sero piped in next. “Hey, it was better than Kaminari’s idea - he wanted to play Kings. Last time we did that, we lost Midoriya for two days after he ended up with the King’s Cup.”
“I told you that was a bad idea, but noooo,” Midoriya grumbled, Ochako patting his shoulder reassuringly from his left side. He seemed to already be a little bit tipsy, freckles popping against cherry-red cheeks. “It was all ‘Let’s give the lightweight the giant bottle of mixed alcohol and hope he doesn’t die!’”
Todoroki shook his head from the otherside of the green-eyed boy. “I’m strangely glad I wasn’t here that weekend… Where did you end up going, Midoriya? I don’t believe I was ever told the full story.”
“I somehow ended up in Kyoto…” Midoriya replied, shaking his head as he slumped in his spot. The blush on his face only seemed to deepen as he explained what happened. “I guess it was because we started early enough that I somehow managed to disappear from the common room, catch the last non-stop train in nothing but my boxers and Uraraka’s tank top -”
“Which I still have no idea how he got!” Uraraka chimed in.
“ - And end up three and a half hours away from school without a phone. People thought I was a hobo!”
“Aw, Deku, it could have been so much worse!” Ashido laughed. “At least you made it home in one piece and Iida found you before anything serious happened!”
“Yes, we must be thankful for the fact that I had decided to visit family that very weekend!” Iida shouted in drunken delight, chopping his hands vigorously through the air. Apparently, no one told him the punch was spiked.
“Oi, Deku, that’s fucking stupid - even for you.”
“Kacchaaaaaan!” Izuku whined, pouting before taking another a sip of his drink. He shuddered at the taste before continuing. “It wasn’t my fault!
“You aren’t nearly as bad as Kaminari screaming ‘shrimp heaven now’ at a bag of potato chips…” Jirou grumbled.
“Alright, alright everyone. Let’s get back to the game. Bakubro, since you just joined, rules are easy - you pick truth or dare, do the thing. If you decide to not do the thing, you get to take a penalty shot from this surprise drink that Sero made,” Kirishima explained, Sero giving thumbs up as his name was mentioned. “After you’re done, you get to pick the next person and have them go. The game ends… well, probably when someone gets bored or if one of us ends up setting off the fire alarm again. You got it?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m not a fucking moron. I know how it works,” Bakugou sneered, reaching for the can of coke Kirishima handed him. “Can we just fucking get this over with?”
“Who went last anyways? I totally forgot,” Kirishima questioned, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.
“I believe it was Ashido.” Yaoyorozu answered, braiding her hair from her place next to Jirou.
“Ah, yeah, that was me!” Ashido turned to look around the room before picking her next victim. “Tsu, truth or dare.”
“Hm... I’ll go with truth this round.”
Ashido grinned. “Alright, not gonna make it easy on you. Have you ever made out with someone here?”
Asui raised an eyebrow before pointing at Uraraka seated directly next to her. “Considering we’ve been dating for two years, I’d say yeah.”
“Oh, uh… yeah. I guess I forgot about that?”
Jirou snorted, yawning into her hand. “Good job, Ashi.”
“I wasn’t thinking, okay?”
“Clearly.”
Before an argument could break out, Asui jumped in. “Hey Midoriya, truth or dare?”
“Oh!” Midoriya jumped in surprise, green eyes blinking owlishly. “ My turn. Uh…”
“Deku, don’t pussy out and pick truth!” Bakugou jeered from across the circle.
“I-I wasn’t going to! Dare!”
Finger to her chin, Asui seemed to ponder for a moment. “Give someone your phone and let them send one text to anyone in your contacts.”
“W-what?! You can’t be - Tsuyu!”
“Hand it over, Deku,” Uraraka grinned, grabbing his phone from his hand before pulling up his contacts. “Don’t worry, I won’t make it that bad.”
“Unless you’d rather take the penalty shot?” Kaminari jumped in, eyebrows wiggling as he gestured to the mystery drink sitting innocently on the coffee table behind him.
Remembering the last time he had some sort of unknown beverage, Midoriya sighed in defeat. “Just… please don’t make it that bad.”
“Done and sent!” Uraraka cheered, handing the device back to its owner.
“Do I even want to know what you wrote...?” He mumbled, trying to pull up his text messages to see what was sent.
“Nope, and I’ll never tell - I deleted it after I sent it,” the brown hair girl cackled, Midoriya shaking his head in response. “Deku, it’s your turn now!”
Breathing deeply through his nose to try and work through the effects of the drinks in his system, he looked around the circle before emerald eyes met crimson. He grinned oddly, an almost evil glint in his eye as he found his victim. “Kacchan, truth or dare.”
“Psh, what do you think? Dare, of course. Give me your fucking worse, shitty Deku.”
Midoriya was clearly a bit more drunker than he was letting on as he smirked in Bakugou’s direction. “I dare you to kiss me.”
Kirishima barked out a laugh, slapping his friend on the back as Bakugou choking on the soda he decided to knock back at that very moment. The rest of their classmates stared in shock, unsure in what direction this would go.
Gathering himself after a moment, Bakugou wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he glared at his childhood friend. “Are you serious right now?”
“Nope, dead serious!”
“I am not fucking doing that. No way in fucking hell.”
“Well, I mean… I guess you get to do the penalty drink then,” Midoriya shrugged, nonchalantly staring down at his nails as he tried not to shiver in glee. He found this tiny bit of revenge comical, knowing that Bakugou would never go as far as to do it - and therefore he’d have to take the penalty.
“No way, I’m not drinking that cat piss. Who knows what the fuck is in that?”
“Wow,” Kaminari whistled, shaking his head. “Never knew Bakugou to be a chicken.”
“Who said I was a chicken, Pikachu?!”
“I’m actually a little surprised something a simple as a little kiss would get him to back down,” Ashido whispered to Jirou, earning a nod of agreement.
“I swear to god, I will murder all of you!”
“Oh, how the mighty have fallen!” Kaminari continued to egg on dramatically, falling over to land in Sero’s lap with a wave of his hand.
“Oi, you don’t think I can do it? Fucking watch this!” Bakugou growled out before diving across the room, calloused hands grabbing roughly at flushed cheeks before dragging the others lips to meet his own.
The reactions from the group ranged from shocked gasps to cheers, with Kirishima oddly enough yelling ‘my OTP!’ amidst the chaos and screaming. After a few moments, the noise tapered down to the classmates laughing amongst themselves as they expected to hear the curses being thrown from Bakugou and the stammered apologies of Midoriya.
Except… they were still going.
They both seemed to be very much into it, one of Bakugou’s hands threaded through Midoriya’s thick curls, the younger’s hands gripping tightly to the fiery blond’s hips, lips continuing to meet in a quick succession of touches.
Eyes meeting from around the circle, no one spoke up for half a minute before Ashido hesitantly decided to speak. “Uh… guys? You… you know you can stop now… right?”
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Across the campus, staying late into the night to finish grading papers, a cell phone chimed with a new message.
Problem Child (22:24): This is a mass text: Does anyone know where I am?
Aizawa blinked in surprise for a moment before groaning loudly, forehead meeting his desk heavily. “I swear to God, if this kid ended up in Kyoto again…”
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