#rdriots

[blstys]

runs at a full sprint towards the other before leaping at the last moment, onto his back, limbs wrapping securely around bakugou's torso. "GUESS WHO BLASTY!" never mind the fact that kirishima had not, in fact, run up from behind.

no  one  drinking  a  cup  of  coffee  is  ever  prepared  to  catch  a  flying  boulder  but  bakugou  has  invested  in  a  spill - proof  tumbler  for  just  this  reason !  it  is  unfortunate  that  said  tumbler  is  not  what  he’s  holding.  well,  shit,  alright.

the  piles  of  books  do  tumble  dramatically,  spines  crooked  and  pages  annoyingly  bent  in  on  themselves.  katsuki  might  feel  for  them  a  pang  of  apology  but  is  preoccupied;  legs  brace  for  impact,  arms  poised  not  to  drop  their  more  recent  occupant.

there  is  little  else  —  if  anything,  truly  —  he  could  be  holding  that  kirishima  would  not  take  precedence  over.  “ i’ll  tell  you  the  fuck  what,  you  surely  are  a  mystery. ”  kirishima’s  nose  gets  a  kiss  ( and  maybe  a  nip  of  teeth )  for  the  trouble.

[shockpop]

" bro have you heard of this thing called a 'snorse'? "

❛    i  feel  like  i’m  gonna  go  absolutely  fucking  ham ,   bro .    ❜

[pukaon]

you meet this man @ the gates of hell, wyd? 

[the-abyss-of-fandoms]

Made this while telling one my besties about my condition. 😂

[quirkerased]

“SENSEI!” he’s running up to the pro hero, a look of intense distraught written across his face as he skids to a stop. “if we break something, do we get mercy points if we did it in a cool way?” and in his left hand dangles a blue sticky hand. a formidable weapon.

@rdriots || i have a lot of regrets

     there are many, many sentences that aizawa has absolutely no desire to hear from his students.

     ones starting with “if we break something” are high on that list.

     he can feel the headache forming already, and he’s got an unimpressed frown firmly in place as he turns slowly to look kirishima up and down. he takes in kirishima’s distressed face, and the haste with which he plows to a stop, and -- the thing dangling from his hand. ah.

     for not the first time this week, aizawa reflects that he really doesn’t get paid enough for this job.

     “what’d you break, kirishima?”

     you should know by now he doesn’t give mercy points.

[ycgii-blog]

@rdriots  &&.  sc  ——  eat ,  jack conte

          “      what   a   game   we   play   in   this   arena   ;      it’s   called    ‘    haul   your   ass   or   you’ll   be   eaten  .   ’      ”

[theirwarmth]

      ❛    Y’KNOW ,  I’VE  ALWAYS  WONDERED  what  i  would  look  like  with  dyed  hair .    ❜  in  truth  he  really  has  wanted  to  dye  his  hair  some  crazy  color .  however  his  father  forbade  even  the  thought  of  it  &  his  modeling  agency  would  have  a  heart  attack .  so  no  dye  for  him .  unless  ...  ❛    you  wouldn’t  happen  to  know  of  any  kind  of  temporary  hair  dye  would  you ?    ❜

@rdriots  //  ♡’d

[ecntrc-aa]

♥   —    @rdriots   (   still accepting   )

        “ kirishima ! “ tetsu calls out , shooting up the moment he catches sight of the red hair. it had been a while since tetsu had last heard about kirishima after the incident with he and some villains ... tetsu wasn’t really sure what the details were. he just knew midoriya and that third year , mirio were involved. as was tsuyu , uraraka and nejire ... a lot of heroes were involved , it was so much but , really , kirishima was the one that littered the steel boy’s mind. 

        he hadn’t been able to visit him , that frustrated him , but he constantly asked if he was back ... and now he was. 

        tetsu makes it to him in a flash , questions filling her mind but he just hugs him instead. lips brush over his cheek in something of a kiss , an emotion rooted in happiness and relief to see his best friend again. he pulls back with his hands on kirishima’s arms , smile wide. 

        “ bro !! i’m so happy to see you !! “

[acidicpiinky-blog]

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

Injuries Meme || Accepting

“I DON’T NEED HELP!” The yell comes out far louder then she intended and immediately after she flinches both from the throbbing in her head and the impact of her own voice used against her best friend. She looks askance trying to ignore the worried students who are now watching them trying to see what’s going on and the look on Kirishima’s face. She felt like she’d just kicked a puppy except worse. She’d never yelled at him like that before, hell she barely yelled like that with anyone. 

But her head felt like it was swimming and everything hurt, all she wanted was to lay down. She’d refused to even go to Recovery Girl after their fight even, insisting she was okay even though her head had been slammed rather hard against a building. She didn’t want him to worry, she wasn’t bleeding or anything. She’d be fine. Now she’d done worse then making him worry though, she’d actively lashed out at him and felt awful for it. She took a deep breath in and let it out in a shaky sigh “I’m sorry, Kiri. I just… Need to lay down…”

[blstys]

picks him up by the waist and spins him around!! “hey blasty.”

limbs immediately threaten to flail their attached body free,  stalling only at the familiar flash of red hair that follows the swift twirl he’d caught up in.  

the initial intrusion peels back to a wash of relief,  the arms around him recognized.  this does not prevent the SQUAWK that escapes upon being lifted but it does save kirishima’s face from a bombastic assault of reciprocation.  if only just.

“ HEY YOURSELF,  SHITTY HAIR, ”  he retaliates,  full flush in the face.  “  put me down,  ya idiot, ”  is a gruff demand,  the previous squawk having roughened the edge of his voice.  it’s still more pout than venom to the trained ear.

a hand curls from the offensive back into the defensive,  a gently fist to the collarbone of his captor.  his heart rate remains quickened;  the shock of it all taking the brunt of the blame but the closeness,  still,  taking the passenger seat.  on his way back to the ground,  he drops a kiss to the corner of kirishima’s mouth regardless.  

“ stop giving me fucking heart attacks. ”

[yunihon-aa]

📂 !

01.   the    only    toys    eri    accepts    are    stuffed    animals    and    she    has    a    lot    of    them.    they    are  from    all    different    brands    and    all    different    creatures.    each    one    of    them    as    their    own    name    and    career    (    example.    she    has    a    frog,    named    forest    that    is    a    karate  doctor    )    these    are    the    only    toys    she    doesn’t    automatically    think    of    overhaul    when    she    gets    them.

[ecntrc-aaa]

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me, pushing kendou ur way

misumi , applying even MORE lip gloss: oh hell yes i am ON IT

[exposenseiarchive]

you can’t die. i won’t let you, sensei.

misc angst. accepting!

      “ get out of here, kirishima! that’s an order! ”

      aizawa is a far cry from surprised when his instructions fall on deaf ears. he’d given it knowing that he could get through this, so long as the right backup arrives, so long as his student makes it safely back, but class 1A is nothing if not resistant -- a damning feat, however noble. kirishima wouldn’t leave anyone behind; not a classmate, not his teacher. 

      it’s difficult to scold someone for that. 

      despite kirishima’s sincerely honorable intentions, all aizawa can think about is how this kid is going to be the death of himself -- no, he’ll be the end of the both of them if he isn’t careful enough, and that look of desperation in his eyes isn’t one that reads caution. eyes wide and warning in gaze, he reaches his hand out, palm up, and gesturing for his student to stop right there. “ oi!  don’t do anything rash, ” spoken sternly -- albeit, through words almost strangled by noises of pain, he uses his hand to urgently gesture him closer. “ c’mere -- hurry. ” 

       it looks bad -- his legs have been near crushed by debris, the heroes on their side are looking fewer and fewer by the numbers, and to say the opposition is fierce is vastly understating the situation. but he wouldn’t be eraserhead if not calculating the next step, the one to take after that, and so on; and right now, those steps all involve kirishima fleeing, now. 

       if he won’t leave without him, then so be it. 

       the hand outstretched for him grapples onto kirishima’s shoulder the moment he’s in reach, and aizawa holds him in place to look at him directly. “ look at me. ”  before eyes can wander to the massive amount of blood pooling, he uses his other hand to point to his own eyes. “ here. look here, and listen. ”

      ( bloodied ) hand shaking but remaining resolute and gripped tight on his student’s shoulder, aizawa gives him a look of reaffirmation, of stubborn determination -- he’s alive still, and he isn’t going anywhere. not yet. the look he gives him isn’t one of a man ready to accept his death, but rather one who’s prepared to look the grim reaper in the eyes and tell him no. “ if you won’t retreat on your own, help me up. if we’re quick and quiet enough, we’ll be undetected. i can tell you which way to go, you just keep running. okay? tell me you understand. ” 

[shockpop]

❛    IT’S FINALLY TIME ,   BRO .     ❜     the hand - me - down boxing gloves he dons today are as ill - fitting in nature as they are in all actuality ,   seeming two sizes too big compared to   ...   well ,   the rest of him .

but nevermind that ,   and nevermind how even kirishima’s punching bag is sporting more girth than denki    ---    he  (   probably ?  )  won’t be intimidated that easily .    IN FACT !    just to both flatter and reassure his newly - appointed mentor  /  gracious host ,   he bumps the edges of the gloves together in homage to the redhead’s signature pose before throwing them up defensively .     ❛    you’re finally gonna teach me how to square the fuck up.    you ready to get your ass beat ,   or    ...   beat my ass ,   or   ...   whatever it is you do in these things ?    ❜  

@rdriots .

[symbl-bloga]

“  write it on a piece of paper.  ”

@rdriots / lay it on me - vance joy.

[wearcapes-blog]

guide !

nonverbal prompts.   /   accepting !@rdriots​

          moving   forward,   confusion  would   definitely   strike  the   upperclassman   when  he   felt   a   hand   at   his   elbow.  feeling   the   grip  tug   him   to   the   side,  his   eyes   would  flicker   a   note  the   underclassman.  

                   ah,   he   was   from  eraser   head’s   class.  

         if   his   memory   serves,  this   was   the   one   with  the   hardening   quirk.  he   had   remembered  the   slight   abrasions  on   his   knuckles  after   his   spar  with   that   class.  

         ❝   ah   !   what  seems   to   be   the   rush  ?   ❞   curiosity  allows   the   other  to   tug   him,  even   though   he   could