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Thank you for your take! That one line has bothered me for so long. It was that amv too. I might've misremembered but I think someone made a fansub a while back, though probably without permission which is unfortunate. The song suits osomatsu in canon, it's only natural it fits kbnw oso as well. Or better, but he is an extrapolation of him. Feeding oso his medicine wrapped in cheese.
YAAAY I LOVE THIS AMV!!! i couldn't find a repost of it on youtube so it hopefully isnt up anymore at least :') BUT YEAH IT REALLY DOESSSS god that TV panel. I think about it so much. feeding oso his medicine wrapped in cheese
#ty for the ask and request!!! flattered as always to be asked <33#sorry if my refusal at first sounded harsh i just gotta know what the vision is.....#but ty for reading my translation yaaaay i hope u liked it#ask
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hi!! i love the shy!reader x hotch fics, but i was wondering if you could do a completely opposite dynamic? where it's like a super flirty and playful reader who's goal is to try to fluster and get a reaction out of hotch? <33 feel free to ignore !!
cannon typical violence, mentions of blood, hospitals. not my best but it's something!! ty for the request <3
"Any chance to get your hands on me," you say, breathless, as Hotch presses the fabric of his jacket into the wound at your side.
He ignores you, shouting for a medic.
"Nothing to say, handsome?" Leaning back on your elbows, you watch as Hotch focuses entirely on the injury. Anything to distract against the pain would be welcome but you'd be lying if you said you'd ever abandoned any opportunity to fluster the man in front of you.
"I have plenty to say to you," Hotch says, voice low, peering up at you from under furrowed eyebrows, "starting either with personal safety or inappropriate conduct at work."
"Inappropriate? So you have noticed the flirting." You're starting to fade, the telltale signs of an impending faint thrumming in your numb fingers.
"Okay, save your breath," Hotch implores, hands pressing harder on the wound, shouting for help again.
You're sure the paramedic's are on their way, you watched Morgan slam the unsub to the ground moments before, and you're certain enough in your safety to chuckle and send a wink to him, "ah, got other plans for how I can waste it later?"
It doesn't even make total sense but Hotch chuckles, exasperated, still. Slowly shaking his head, he lets out a slow breath. "You're more trouble than you're worth."
"We both know you don't mean that." Pounding head, flashing lights (ambulance, maybe?), ringing ears. Yeah, you're going to pass out. Before you succumb, though, you reach forward to pat Hotch's cheek. "You care too much to mean it. And hey, handsome?"
Hotch hums, eyes blurring in your sightline and refusing to come back into focus. "Don't freak out."
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"Morning, sunshine." Hotch is reading in the chair next to your hospital bed, case files resting on his knee. The pain on your side is incessant, constant and unignorable.
"Don't freak out?" Hotch asks slowly, shutting the folder without looking at you. "A proper warning that you're feeling like you're going to pass out would be appreciated."
"It's okay, handsome, I'm good." Hiding a wince, you sit yourself up. "See, I was right, though."
"About?" Hotch asks, finally looking up to watch you at your movement. You can tell that he sees your pain so you talk quickly to cover it.
"You care! About little ole me, how flattering."
"Of course I do. Do you want me to call the nurse?" You feel out of breath, cramps between your ribs, white hot pain settling.
"And interrupt our alone time? Never."
"Stop doing that."
"Doing what?" You're distracted, banter subpar, as you struggle to maintain even breath.
"Hiding your pain."
"I'm not?" You pitch your voice up, questioning, attempting to trip him up so that he forgets his original argument.
"You are. I know you better than that - you're usually better at this," he gestures between the two of you, setting his case file on the table beside him and leaning forward, resting his forearms on his knees to get a better look at you.
"What're you talking about?"
"Come on," he sighs your name, shaking his head and frowning at you. "Let me call the nurse if it hurts, you should sleep more."
"Trying to get rid of me?" You ask, flashing the smile at him that you always use to disorient others. Wide, all teeth, wrinkled nose, distracting distracting distracting.
It usually works but Hotch looks past it, catching the way your eyebrows pinch in the center.
"I'm calling the nurse."
"Stop, no," you reach forward to snatch the remote before he can grab it. You don't want to sleep, you want to spend more time with him, you want to get out of this bed, you want to stop feeling helpless as soon as possible.
"Seriously?" Hotch asks, half standing, leaning over you now.
"Seriously. I'm good. Maybe you don't know me as well as you think." You're half teasing, hints of truth littered behind the words.
You feel that way, sometimes. You're always fast to hide behind a tease, a flirt, a well placed laugh. You're aware it's a defense mechanism - do your best to make them love you superficially, they can't see the dirtier parts of you and run. Fluster Hotch so he can't see your attraction to you and reject you quicker than you can catch hope.
Hotch raises an eyebrow, settling back in his seat. "You take two sugars in your tea unless people aren't watching, then you add a third. You always triple lock your car, too aware that it doesn't do any good - we've all seen how little it matters in the end. You sit next to Spencer when he sleeps on the plane to help him with his nightmares when he wakes up, you pack an extra banana for early mornings to give to Morgan - you actually hate them, you just pretend to help him. You're more than you give yourself credit for."
Blinking slowly, mind sluggish from pain medication, you watch Hotch, fully aware that maybe you've been watched more than you've realized.
Slowly, you pass him the remote, a silent omission of relenting.
Perhaps it won't be so bad to be seen.
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Hii!! Can I request a one shot of Stolas with a fem s/o who rlly can't see WHY he wants her. Reader just believes that she's weird and ugly, practically worthless. And Stolas finds her crying one day and comforts her?? TY!! <33
ofc! thank you for requesting! hope you enjoy <3
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Stolas x Fem! Reader: Darling You’re All I Need
You always had horrible self esteem issues. Constant bullying of your looks, your personality, even the existence of your life. Kids can be pretty mean, especially since they don’t know that bullying can affect a person this much. Eventually you believed them.
Now as an adult, those self esteem issues didn’t go away, in fact they gotten much, much worse. You completely shut out from the outside world, you didn’t want to be seen or heard. Or maybe that’s what you really needed.
You were surprised whenever you became friends with the prince of Hell, Stolas. You were shopping at a clothing store and bumped into him. You profusely apologized and felt super bad that you bumped into a prince. Stolas reassured you that everything was okay and that you didn’t have to apologize. He saw how upset you were and offered to buy you something from here. You denied the offer because you believed you should be the one buying him something. Stolas said, “That’s no need. How about we go get coffee or tea tomorrow?”
At first you denied and wanted to run out of the store, but Stolas said something that made you rethink your decision, “I find you interesting, that’s all. Of course, you’re allowed to say no, but I do want to get to know you.”
So the next day you learned all about him. He was at that store looking for clothes to buy for his daughter. He also used to have a toxic situationship with this one imp that ended about a year ago. You listened closely as he talked about his childhood, adulthood, his daughter, his duties as a prince, but he wanted to know more about you.
You were taken back. Nobody asked you that before, you were completely shunned down by your peers.
“I’m not that interesting.”
“I think everyone is interesting in their own way. Tell me about your life or the things you like.”
You definitely did not want to tell him about your life. “I like stars and moons. That’s why I was shopping there yesterday. Um..” You couldn’t think of anything else.
Because of this interaction alone, Stolas was intrigued by your nature. Eventually you guys would go get coffee, brunch, lunch, even dinner almost everyday, and during those interactions he would find out more about you little by little.
He first found out about your childhood and how you would get bullied by kids everyday. His heart ached for you while hearing them. Some days after that you told him about middle school-high school and things got much worse for you, but you always told him, “It didn’t affect me,” but he knows very well that it did affect you, but he didn’t want to bring it up first.
Lastly, he invited you to his house, and when he did he finally got the truth, “Me? Why me? You don’t have to invite me because you feel bad about me. Christ on a stick I should’ve lied about my childhood.”
“Darling, I’m not doing this out of pity. I’m doing this because I love your presence. Come to my house tomorrow at 7, i’ll have a fancy dinner for you.”
“What about your daughter?”
“She’ll be at her mother’s.”
“Okay…is this a date?”
“Would it be a problem if I said yes?”
Now you were definitely taken back by this, “I don’t know, Stolas. I’m flattered! Really! But…”
“Don’t fret darling. If you don’t want it as a date then it doesn’t have to be, but I would like to have this date with you.”
This was something different for you. Your whole life you felt worthless to a point where you don’t deserve anything good, especially when it comes to a prince asking you this.
Days later after that date you two made it official. It was still all new to you and you felt like you were being pranked, but Stolas has been nothing but kindness towards you.
You later on met his daughter who seemed to like you. You two would talk about superficial things, but eventually she opened up to you, as well as you opened up to her.
Your life with Stolas has been great, and you believe it’s 100% to good to be true. The relationship has been phenomenal, but your self esteem was still in a shit hole.
Stolas knows this, he knew it the moment you accidentally bumped into him, but he didn’t want to point it out, he wanted you to express your feelings about your self esteem.
The trauma of verbal abuse caught up to you recently, making your self esteem even worse. You tried to keep it together, but day by day you were on the verge of a breakdown.
You and Stolas was laying in his bed watching some romance movie. His arm was around you while the other one was trailing circles on your arm. You looked at him with sorrow, you dont deserve a guy like him. You’re bringing him down, you’re too much for him, you’re too ugly compared to him, your personality is too much for him to handle.
You couldn’t do this anymore, “I’m going to go to the bathroom real quick.” You got out from his holding.
“Do you want me to pause the movie?”
“No, you don’t have to. I shouldn’t be too long.”
“Okay, darling.”
The moment you locked yourself in the dark bathroom you cried. You hardly ever cry because you believe it makes you look weak. Everything you do makes you look weak.
Thought after another thought caused another sob. Your head began to hurt from the painful sobs. You tried to quiet them so you won’t disturb Stolas and make him worry, but with each passing, horrible thought you couldn’t silence yourself.
A worried knock came from the door, “Darling? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“I’ll be out in a minute!” You choked on your tears.
“Y/n…” Stolas’ volume softened, “Can you open the door?”
You let out a shaky breath and unlocked the bathroom door. Stolas peaked in and was about to turn on the lights,
“Don’t! Just leave them off.”
Stolas left the bathroom door open to bring some light in, he sat down across from you. “Why were you crying?” His tone was still soft.
“I don’t feel too good about myself.” You rubbed your eyes.
“About what?” Stolas scooted closer towards you where your legs was touching.
“I don’t deserve you. Why would you want a girl like me? I’m messy, Im nowhere near royal, I’m off putting and I definitely don’t have the looks.” You sniffed.
Stolas couldn’t believe this, “Why would you say that? I’m very fond of you and-”
“Save it, you’re with me because you feel bad. That’s gotta be the reason why you’re with me, because why else? You’re a prince you could’ve found ANYBODY other than me. Anybody who doesn’t have horrible self esteem issues and-”
Stolas dragged you into his lap and held you, “Darling, you’re all I need.”
You blinked through the tears, “I don’t..I don’t know.”
“You deserve love,” Stolas slowly rocked you, “I want to help you feel loved. You make me the happiest guy in Hell and it pains me to see you like this.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because I love you. I love your existence, your presence, your face. You’re all I need.”
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I NEED A PART TWO FOR BAUKGOU’S AWKWARD CONFESSION!!
𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾 𝓹𝓽. 2
character(s): katsuki bakugou x fem!reader
a/n: k the first one kinda blew up and i've been on tumblr for like a week and it made me rly happy receiving the requests ty <33 thank u for all the reblogs too !! this is a bit later than i hoped it would come out b/c half of the original fic was deleted by accident, but i’m on summer break until sept 5 so hopefully i’ll still update frequently.
𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕!
summary: bakugou finds he’s rejecting his feelings for you in fear of becoming weak, however he just can’t seem to ignore you.
genre: lil angsty, fluffy at the end
warnings: cursing, one-sided pining, gave reader a quirk, the fighting scene is bs i cannot write action scenes at all im so sorry lol, second hand embarrassment for our dearest dynamight :(
word count: 2507
pls don't mind any typos! i try to edit to the best of my ability but i tend to type fast and i might miss a few or a lot of things.
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read part one here my loves !!
you found yourself bored, cheeks puffing out as you swirled around the drink in your glass cup, sitting across from midoriya. he was muttering again, which you’d always found cute, however you weren’t listening this time at all.
part of the reason you’d rejected bakugou was due to the fact midoriya had requested your attention first, and not as friends. if you’d told bakugou that, it would just wound his delicate ego on top of the fact that you truly had no interest in him whatsoever.
at the moment, though, he was the only thing on your mind. there was no sudden spark of attraction you’d felt when he’d confessed. of course, anyone would find it flattering that the katsuki bakugou found you attractive. his standards were higher than the clouds.
at the moment, it felt like something was blocking your chest from feeling something for him, however you couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
“—it was amazing, right, y/n? y/n?”
your eyes flickered up to meet the emerald, wide-eyed eyes of your friend. you contemplated lying, but it was no use. shaking your head softly and pursing your lips, you set your drink down. “i’m sorry, midoriya. i’m just kind of...out of it, i guess you could say?”
he cocked his head to the side. “’out of it’?” he repeated.
“yeah,” you sighed, head pounding.
“is everything alright? maybe today isn’t the best time for this.”
“yeah,” you agreed. “maybe.”
“do you want to go back to the dorms?”
you nodded, massaging your temples. “yeah, yeah let’s go home.”
midoriya let out a soft chuckle through his nose, smiling. “alright.” he offered his hand, and you gladly let him heave you up.
“i’m sorry about this. honestly, midoriya, i enjoy your company, i really do. but i never assumed you’d catch feelings for me too—”
“too?” he blinked. the two of you continued on your way back to Heights Alliance.
you gulped. “yeah, there’s—”
“are you saying you caught feelings for me, as well?”
your eyes fell blank, lips parting in question. “no, uh. you know what? never mind.” you giggled gently in hopes the two of you would laugh it off without another thought. perhaps you should keep you and bakugou’s quiet interaction to yourself. midoriya and bakugou were already rivals enough.
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the following week was agonizing in many ways. sitting beside bakugou guaranteed that you would get strange, judgmental looks. it never guaranteed his stolen glances. when you’d catch him staring, his cheeks would flare up, and you swore he had smoke puffing out his ears.
each time, he looked as if he would explode. what can you expect from a guy like him?
it was easy to assume you’d just pissed him off, though. you weren’t the type of person to tell everyone you’d been asked out, but you needed to speak to someone about it. the thought had been nagging you, stuck at the back of your mind but just on the tip of your tongue.
you even found that you were distancing yourself from midoriya, who, after asking you out, had insisted you begin calling him izuku. over everyone else, you’d choose him to speak to about the matter, but ever since you’d discovered he had feelings all along, it was strange being around him.
you viewed him differently. he shot you glimmering smiles and blushed softly when you said his first name.
“y/n?”
you twisted around to see mina rocking on her heels behind you. “yes?”
“are you okay? you seem...how do i put this.” she tapped a pink finger against her lips. “off. you seem off. is everything alright?”
your brows raised. “oh, yeah. i’m good. thanks for checking in.”
“is there anything you want to talk about?” she adjusted her hero costume. you and the rest of the girls were currently changing for another training exercise.
yaoyorozu fixed her hero costume. “i don’t mean to impose on anything, but i have to agree with mina, y/n. of course, there’s no pressure to tell us anything. you’re under no obligation to unless you need and want to talk to someone, but we’re here if you need us, okay?”
you nodded, smiling softly. “thanks you guys.”
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it was the same training as before, however you were able to select a partner of your own. being that there were 21 students in the class, there was always ought to be a group of three, or one person left out. you’d come into yuuei out of pure luck, as some like to put it.
you’d found it offensive they’d assumed it was that and not your own pure skill. it’d taken a while to re-convince yourself that you were worthy of being in the class, even if you were usually the odd one out.
most students had already bonded by the time you arrived here, so finding a partner wasn’t always easy. once you and midoriya had gotten close, you two did most things together, however at the moment, you weren’t quite feeling it.
surprisingly, your eyes caught bakugou standing alone, eyes scanning the room for a partner. kirishima must have partnered up with another friend, then. it was always them together.
unfortunately, you weren’t quick enough to avoid either of them. bakugou was already trotting up to you, eyes locked on your figure just as midoriya began jogging to your side.
in perfect unison, they asked, “be my partner?” (in two very different tones, of course.)
you blinked between them, about to answer when aizawa came up behind you three.
“are you guys in the group of three?” your teacher deadpanned.
your shoulders slumped. “yeah, i guess so.”
“get to work. you’ve already wasted five minutes standing around.”
you nodded politely. “yes, sensei.”
you swallowed. bakugou’s crimson gaze was pinning you in your spot, and midoriya’s lips thinned with a lack of enthusiasm when bakugou looked back at him.
“get to work, you three,” aizawa repeated, walking away.
“i can take on both of you.” bakugou cracked his knuckles.
you clenched your fists. “we already know you’re at the top of the class, bakugou. there’s no need to rub it in our faces.”
he averted his eyes, cheeks flushing red. it was like a sad, silly way of letting you know you won this fight.
“i’ll go against you two,” you said, adjusting your hero costume.
midoriya’s eyes widened. “what? y/n, but—”
“but i’m not strong enough?” you finished for him. you knew where they ranked in strength, and while yours was just as powerful, if you let one thing slip, your arrows would disappear and you’d be dust. “that’s exactly my point, you two are practically at the top of the class with your quirks.”
“tch, don’t hold back,” bakugou said, readying himself.
“don’t go easy on me,” you mocked.
“y/n, do you really think this is a good idea—” before izuku could finish, you and bakugou launched yourselves at one another.
you charged forwards. an arrow flew from your hand, twisting its way right through the smoke of an explosion. when it cleared, bakugou was nowhere to be seen.
a gasp fell from your lips as you turned around just a little too late. your ears rang terribly as your back collided with the ground.
izuku cried out. green lightning flashed, and he was at your side in a moment. “kacchan!”
you groaned, sitting up. bakugou cut through the smoke with an arm. “fight me, damned nerd. there aren’t any pauses in a real fight.”
you wriggled yourself away from midoriya. “midoriya, you’re my enemy in this.”
“bu—”
“no buts. fight me. and don’t hold back.”
midoriya noted the determination in your eyes and stood, giving you a sure nod. you were back on your feet in a second. bakugou flew in the air and came crashing down just as fast as he conjured a blast in his right hand.
attacking wasn’t your best option right now. you were smart enough to know that. an arrow appeared flat at your back and pulled you from where bakugou was targeting.
cement flew into the air.
that blast could have wounded you badly. possibly killed you, if he’d hit the right spots.
in the air, you examined their zealous features. midoriya’s brows were furrowed in that determined smolder.
bakugou, as always, looked angry. as expected, he charged first, shooting himself into the air. his foot nearly collided with your face, missing my barely an inch. you took your shot, revealing the arrow you’d hidden behind your back. the tip collided with his chest.
you left the arrow to complete its command and stick your blonde opponent to the wall and trap him there while you went after midoriya.
while he bested you in strength, you did the same to him when it came to speed. you dodged his punches like they were weak attempts at hitting a ball in a park.
you grinned. in a battle of strength and speed, whoever landed the first hit would win. there was no question.
twisting in the air, you allowed the ball of your foot to shove midoriya to the ground. he cried out as his face was crushed into the cement.
it was perfect timing, as bakugou ripped free of your hold, the arrow keeping him in one spot dissolving into air as soon as its purpose was lost.
your head whipped around to see him charging for you.
your fingers curled. the headache pounding at your temples was beginning to get hard to ignore.
bakugou launched himself at you, spinning in the air like a missile. he really wasn’t going to howitzer you...right?
when he didn’t slow down, you threw your body to the right, the attack just barely missing your leg. it scorched a bit of your thigh. a groan fell from your lips as you cupped the area around the burn, shuddering with pain.
bakugou’s chest was puffed proudly as he marched up to you, hands cracking with excited explosions.
he pulled back his right arm, ready to spark up another fight as midoriya recollected himself. you bit your lip to hide the fact you were quivering.
it was sudden, but bakugou paused when he saw your hand fly up.
“give me a minute...” you gasped out, skin still sizzling.
“y/n! are you alright?”
you didn’t respond. midoriya smacked his friend’s arm. “kacchan! what’re you thinking?”
“midoriya, i’m fine. don’t stress over it.” you limped to your feet, rejecting the extended hand from your green-haired friend. “i’ll just go see recovery girl.”
“do you need—”
you smacked midoriya’s hand away, a little bit more rude than you intended it to be. “i’ll be...fine.” you offered a weak smile to hopefully make up for your tiny outburst.
although you could see in his eyes he wanted to help, midoriya nodded and stood by, hand falling back to his side. you clutched around the patch of burned skin. the sting had faded a bit, however there was a soreness to the wound that felt like a constant stabbing to your leg.
you swallowed the pain down, marching towards the exit with determination and a bit of a limp.
you looked back to see midoriya had gone off to tell mr. aizawa what was going on. your teacher nodded, understandingly.
there were a few worried glances and offers for help in the hall, but you’d neglected them all and found yourself relieved to see recovery girl in her office, typing away.
she turned as the door opened. “please knock beforehand next time—oh, dear. y/n? are you alright?”
you gave a tense nod. “mhm. just got a bit banged up in training today.”
the old woman pursed her lips, smile lines becoming evident. “i see.” she led you to the small cot reserved for patients such as yourself and directed you to sit down.
she examined the bruise. “it’s fairly bad. what happened?”
you made a gesture to the door. “i was brawling with bakugou and things got...intense.”
“that boy has quite an extreme side to him, as i’ve come to notice.”
“mhm,” you agreed.
“unfortunately, y/n, i have no ointments to be able to treat this properly.”
you nodded sheepishly before the old woman smooched your cheek. a soft green glow radiated around you.
when she pulled back, she said, “now, your body will be trying to catch up on the healing process. that’s what my quirk does. speed up recoveries. since it’s sped up, you’ll require some rest, preferably sleep. i’ll make sure your teachers know you’re excused for the rest of the day, sound good?”
“yes, thank you recovery girl.”
she pushed herself out of her rolling chair and left the room, smiling at you.
your eyes fluttered shut not long after that.
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the sun was gone when you woke up, the hallway light flickering off.
“good, you’re awake.”
you looked to the left. you cried out, gathering the white sheets around yourself despite being completely clothed. “bakugou! what the hell? you stalker! you creep!”
bakugou took the slap you gave him on his arm. it was light, and didn’t do much damage.
“what...what do you want?”
even in the dark, you could tell bakugou’s cheeks were burning red. “about...about the other day. i wanted to talk to you about it.”
your chest fluttered in unwanted hope. “there’s nothing to talk about.”
“dammit, y/n, i wish there wasn’t anything to talk about. you’re insufferable and annoying and i can’t stand being around you because no matter what’s going on, you make my chest feel all funny. it’s stupid, and i can’t take my eyes off of you.”
heat rushed to your cheeks. “i’m flattered, really. but i-”
“i’m not asking you to reciprocate my shitty feelings. if anything, it’s better if you don’t.”
“bakugou, i wasn’t...” you paused.
“you what?” he snapped, voice soft despite his tone.
“i was going to say that ever since you...ever since you asked me out, i’ve been conflicted about my own feelings.”
“the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“i’m not sure if i like you back or not, bakugou. but hearing you say all this...makes me want to give it a shot. sort of. also, why the hell are you watching me sleep?”
bakugou swept hair from his eyes. “don’t go and try to change the subject on me, dumbass.”
you gulped.
“so what’re you saying?”
“i’m saying,” you started, “i’m saying that maybe i want to go out on that date with you.”
“say it again.”
“what?” you looked up, his eyes boring into yours.
“i said i want you to say it again. tell me you want to go out on a date with me.”
it startled you how sure he was when he knew what you wanted, too. this was unlike the last attempt to ask you out.
“katsuki bakugou, i want to go on a date with you.”
he grinned. “where to?”
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