#you know monoma he’s gotta be extra

[phant0mth1ef]

last part of bakugou x support course reader

it’s routine at this point, having the spikey haired boy sitting down and occasionally talking with you as you worked on your craft after school. it became something that he’d come to enjoy. and after class, despite your constantly nagging that you were safe by yourself, he walks you back to the support course dorms, claiming that you have to pass 2b’s dorm and monoma gives him weird vibes.

but bakugou arriving late to his own dorm doesn’t go unnoticed by his classmates, they watch as he walks in about three hours later than everybody else, and they also notice that kirishima is already back, so he couldn’t have been with him.

he’s also become easier to be around, hagakure stated that she was glad to not have to walk on eggshells around him anymore.

“i think he’s just trying to get in some extra training. he’s super manly.” kirishima started the conversation as they watched the blonde haired boy retreat to his room.

“i think he’s got a girlfriend!” mina exclaims with excitement, happy that someone finally got bakugou to take the stick out of his ass.

“nah, he’s way too harsh for a girl to like him. they tend to go for the sweeter dudes.” kaminari was hunched over the couch, finally putting in some input.

almost on cue, the boy walked out in a pair of sweatpants and house slippers, a calm look on his face as he sat down on the couch next to kirishima.

“bakugou?! you feeling alright?” mina spoke as she reached a hand over to feel his forehead before he swatted it away, curling up into a ball simultaneously.

“i’m fine! stop touching me.” he was like a little kid who had just been told no for the very first time.

“where’ve you been man? you always get back here super late.” kirishima turned to bakugou, who gave the man a side eye.

“none of your damn business.” he spat, although his friends knew his intentions weren’t malicious, they actually snickered at the boys defensiveness.

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you’ve been spending a lot of time with the support course. you always got some new gear on everytime we have to spar.” kaminari interjected.

bakugou looked away.

“you have been with the support course! is it l/n? tell me it’s l/n, she’s like you as a girl!” mina gushed, happy for her friend.

again he didn’t meet their gaze as they watched his every action intently.

“oh my god. he’s got a crush!” kaminari begun to gush with mina, jumping up and down like schoolgirls once they uncovered their friends secret.

once bakugou whipped his head back around, the slight pink tint was evident on his cheeks.

“s’not that. she’s just not that bad to be around. s’all.” he spoke lowly.

“oh my goshhh! bakugou’s in love! someone finally matched his freak.” mina was over the moon when she uncovered this newfound information.

“when are you gonna ask her out man?” kaminari gave him a hard pat on his back, causing the unprepared boy to move forward slightly.

“i dunno. nothing. first time i’ve ever actually tolerated someone this much.” nonchalant king enery!! go and give us nothing!

“you gotta go big! she’ll love that.”

and so he spent the rest of the night listening to his friends suggestions, he really had gotten nicer since meeting you.

the support course had a mailbox for every student located in the faculty office just in case someone needed their gear tweaked and couldn’t get in contact with whoever made it.

when you checked your box, you saw only one note sitting there, so you quickly grabbed it and walked away, reading it in your head.

would you ever wanna grab some food with me? not a date. don’t think that. but i want to get to know you better.

- Great Explosion Murder God : Dynamight

you snickered at his name, in disbelief that he’d actually chosen that to be his alias for the rest of his career.

you looked up, the boy peering at you from a corner, watching your reaction.

you smiled at him.

“yes.” and he felt his breath return to his body.

[passerine-writes]

Silent Sparks - Volt 47

Warnings: Time for the next arc!!! Word count: 4280

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 46 | Volt 48

Sero ended up going home the next day, most of the night we watched movies and relaxed until we passed out on the couch. The next few days, I may or may not have been avoiding major social interactions.. including the group chat. I didn't know where I stood with Denki after the dare, or after sleeping on him, or after almost kissing him at the park.

So Hitoshi and I stayed over at Midoriya's for Friday and Saturday. Then had a lazy Sunday. I got my bags packed and then we were off to camp.

"Now that you've finished up you're first semester at U.A. High, it's time for summer vacation to officially begin." Dad said as we stood in front of the school, all of us ready to get on the bus. "However. Don't think these will be months of rest for you heroes in the making. At this camp, we'll push you to go beyond your limits. You're aiming to become 'Plus Ultra!'"

"Yes, sir!" We all stated at once. I floated near the back, shocked that Bakugou was allowing Kirishima to rest on him.

Mina came over and hung on me, making me catch her before she actually fell.

"Tsukababes! Look more excited!" She cheered for me.

"I know, I'm tired. The excitement will hit once I'm more awake, Min." She looked at me curiously.

"Tsukababes, have you.. not been sleeping?" I shrugged.

"I'm fine, a few hours of missed sleep never hurt anyone." I brushed off, picking nervously at my fingers as Denki started walking over to me.

"Onryo." I heard Dad call my name and beckoned me over with a wave of his hand. "I could tell you weren't sleeping too great and assumed it was from stress, with Ashido raising concern though, I feel inclined to ask. When was the last time you slept?" I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Onryo."

"Today's... today's Tuesday? It's seven in the morning, so uh, I've been up for f-forty.. forty four hours?" I said while counting on my hands, my brain effectively fried.

"Onryo."

"I know, I-I- I know. You don't have to say it. I already know." Dad sighed and patted my back.

"Try and take a nap on the bus." I nodded and turned around, walking back and bumping into Monoma.

"I heard some of Class A is taking extra courses. Does that mean they actually failed the final exams? That would be so embarrassing. Especially since you're supposed to be so much better than my class. All of you must be wallowing in shame!" I gave him a deadpanned glare before Kendo knocked him out again.

"Don't mind him! Oh! Hey Tsukare." She said as she picked him up.

"Hey, uh, do you want any help carrying him?" She nodded her head as she dragged him.

"Do you mind getting his feet?" I silently helped and picked up his feet, plopping him into the first seats available before I left Class B's bus. A small boy stood drooling as he watched the girls get on the bus, specifically, their asses. So I stood in front of him and watched as he tried looking around before looking up at me.

"Leave them alone. I find out you were staring at them or touching them, you'll regret it." His eyes grew wide in fear and he ran off, Kiri coming over to pat me on the back.

"C'mon, gotta get on the bus. Iida's going on about seating order." I chuckled and followed him.

"Here's the deal. We'll be on this bus about an hour before our first stop. Make sure you stay focused." Dad told us from the front.

This bus unfortunately didn't have an open floor plan. Kirishima and I sat together in the front left seat, all the chatter and background conversation starting to give me a headache. My head fell forward a few times, my body trying to give into sleep but I wouldn't allow it. Instead, I took one of my migraine pills as a preemptive strike and held a conversation with Kirishima. I think I got a twenty minute nap in before my body flew into a fully sitting position, my friend putting a hand on my shoulder so I wouldn't hit the wall in front of us.

"Hey man, you okay?" He asked calmly and I nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good. I'm okay."

"Okay, well we just made it to the stop. Let's go." I nodded and we got off first, all of us stretching and immediately I recognized some of the scenery.

"Toshi? Is this..?" My brother looked out an smiled, looking a lot like our father.

"Yeah. I wonder where they are." I got excited quickly thinking of my family.

"You don't really think we stopped here just so you could stretch your legs, do you?" Dad asked us, and I looked at the black car parked on the side.

"Heya, Eraser!" A familiar voice called from the car and I was almost bouncing where I stood.

"Long time no see."

"Aunt Shino! Aunt Ryuko!" I ran over and hugged my honorary aunts after their hero intro's. The two better known as Mandalay and Pixie-Bob.

"Onryo, Hitoshi! You both have gotten so big!" Aunt Shino announced.

"Hey squirt, long time no see. You remember us?" I asked Kota as I looked down at him.

"Yeah. What, you're a wannabe hero now?" I sighed, the kid still giving me a weak hug to my legs.

"You want to see something cool in a minute?" He nodded against my knee. "Okay." I tuned back in to Dads and our Aunt's introduction, hearing Uraraka ask why we stopped all the way out here.

"Would you like the verbal explanation or a demo?" I asked her, standing in front of the group.

"Not this again.." Dad and Hitoshi grumbled.

"Aunt Ryuko, mind giving me a boost?" She giggled and nodded. I walked over to the edge, the dirt lifting me up like the podium in Hunger Games. "See you guys on the flip side." I said as Pixie-Bob used the dirt to throw me into the air, I did a back flip on my way down. The air rushed around me as I sped towards the earth at an alarming pace, the same dirt from earlier reaching out and catching me, setting me down on the ground gently. I watched as the rest of my class fell down off the cliff side.

"You've got three full hours. You should be able to make it to the facility in that time. That is, if you can get through the beasts forest."

"The hell is going on ear bleed?" Bakugou grumbled as he stomped towards me.

"Why should I ruin the surprise? C'mon, let's go. Toshi and I have already done this a few times, shoulda guessed our Dad would pick this as our summer training camp." Hitoshi nodded and we started our way, the first beast showing itself.

"Didn't you name that one 'Fluffy' when we were kids?" I laughed and nodded.

"That monster is anything but fluffy!" Denki yelled at the sight, the beast growling loudly.

"You ready?!" I asked my brother while using my quirk, Hitoshi getting ready with his capture weapon, the first beast crumpling apart already.

The second appeared in time, Midoriya, Bakugou, Iida and Todoroki destroyed the next.

More and more appeared, the class working together and taking down multiple in minutes. Denki short circuited, I heard Koda call to the birds, Momo made a canon, Mina brought them to the ground and all of that happened in just twenty minutes.

"Todoroki! Cover!" He threw a shield of ice over my head, giving me just enough time to roll out of the way.

We kept up the pace, breaking dirt monster after dirt monster until we got out of the forest. There was dried blood on my face, Mina's hands were sore from her acid, Bakugou's wrists ached, Todoroki was covered in bits of ice, and Iida was limping. All of us were worse for wear, seeing as it took about nine hours for us to do.

"You said it would only be like, three hours." Sero whined.

"I guess we timed it on how long it would take us. Sorry!" Aunt Shino apologized, my Aunt Ryuko meowing.

"I thought it would take you kids even longer. But you did much better against my dirt monsters than I thought you would. You guys were seriously great. Especially the six of you!" She exclaimed, pointing at myself, Toshi, Iida, Midoriya, Roki and Bakugou. "It seems like you've had quite a bit of experience." She said and licked her lips, I grabbed Toshi's hand and we stepped out of the way, allowing her to pounce on our unexpecting friends. "I call dibs on these kittens. I'll groom them myself!" Toshi and I slid over to our Dad who was talking to Mandalay.

"Has Aunt Ryuko always been like this?" Toshi asked lowly.

"It's.. gotten worse lately. She's at the age to take a mate." I raised an eyebrow at her statement but slowly nodded. Midoriya ended up asked who Kota was.

"Oh, this little guy? He's my cousin's son. He lives with us now." Aunt Shino explained briefly. "Don't be shy, Kota. Say hi to everyone. You're gonna be around them for the next week."

"Zuku, I wouldn-" I tried to stop my friend but it was too late.

"Hi there. My names Midoriya. I'm from the U.A. High Schools hero course. It's nice to meet you!" My friend said while holding out a hand to my honorary nephew. Only to get punched in the balls. I sighed and scooped up my five year old nephew, putting him on my shoulders.

"Hey. We talked about this last time I was here." He sighed and rested his tiny forearms on my head, his head following suit and plopping down.

"Yeah, yeah."

"What a low blow! You fiend of a child! A punch to the scrotum is unforgivable!"

"The last thing I want is to hang with some wannabe heroes." Kota scowled, shocking Iida.

"That brat's got spunk." Bakugou stated.

"He's like a mini version of you." I snorted at what Todoroki said, tuning out Bakugou.

"Enough playing around." Dad chided, Kota laughing under his breath at the thought of me getting in trouble. "Get your stuff off the bus. Once your bags are in your rooms, we'll have dinner in the cafeteria. After that, you can bathe and sleep. Tomorrow your training starts in earnest. You'd better get a move on." I groaned and Kota laughed harder.

"Is my pain bringing you happiness." He giggled and I flipped him over my shoulders, holding him by my hip and tickling him. "You little rugrat!" He finally let out a semblance of a laugh before I set him down. I crouched down to his height and waited for everyone to leave before curling a finger towards me. "Hey, you still got that hide out?" He nodded. "Okay, if you want I'll meet you up there for dinner tomorrow. Yeah?" He gave me a curt nod and walked off.

I hurried to grab my things out of the bus, only to be stopped by Mandalay on the way back.

"I don't know how you did it. That's the first time he's smiled since he moved here." I tugged my bag a little closer and looked at the ground solemnly.

"How have you two been holding up?" She rested a hand on my back and gave me a soft smile.

"I'll be alright. I'm more worried about Kota. He's become so cynical. He hates heroes and everything about quirks and our society. He doesn't understand that his parents died in the field protecting people." I nodded along and we stopped outside of the guy's bunks. "How have you been? Have you been sleeping?" I looked at the ground, feeling guilty that even my Aunt Shino could tell easily. "I noticed it earlier when you got here, you look like you haven't slept in days." I stayed silent and she sighed. "You haven't, huh?" I shook my head and she brought me into a hug. "It'll be okay. Have you thought about talking to Recovery Girl about some new medication?" I dismissed the idea right away with a shake of my head.

"No, I don't wanna go on sleeping pills again. They fucked me up too much last time, I'm not chancing it again." She sighed but nodded, understanding.

"You could always try natural supplements. Like chamomile or even lavender, that way you don't have to stick with melatonin until it stops working again. Or maybe even certain music." I nodded and ran a hand through my hair.

"I'll keep it in mind for when we get home."

"Okay. I'll see you in the cafeteria." I nodded and gave her a hug goodbye just as people started coming out of the giant room. I kept my head down as everyone passed by, taking my hearing aids out. Social interaction not being the best thing right now.

Dinner went and soaking in the hot springs went by in a blur. Mandalay mixed up which class had the horrendous perv, so Kota was patrolling the wall separating us and fainted at one point. Midoriya thankfully being able to catch him.

I just felt like I was floating for a while, like I was in limbo. I laid with my arms crossed behind my head in the boys' room, staring at the dark ceiling. To my knowledge, everyone was asleep. Until a pencil landed on my chest. I looked over to the general direction it came from and saw Denki holding up his phone for a small light source. He moved his cot next to mine, then brought his pillow and blanket over, switching to his phone's notepad.

Hey :) - D

Hey - O

So, you're not ignoring me anymore? - D

I wasn't trying to, I'm sorry - O

What's been going on? - D

I was just stressing for nothing, anxiety and stuff, sometimes I accidentally shut people out and go AWOL - O

But you haven't been sleeping? - D

You heard about that, huh? - O

How bad? - D

Not that bad. - O

How bad, Onryo. - D

Minus the twenty minute nap on the bus ride here? Looking at about sixty hours. Happy? - O

Onryo, you need sleep. - D

I know that. I can't help it if my body doesn't let me. - O

What can I do to help? - D

What do you mean? - O

Like, is there anything I can do to help you relax enough to fall asleep? - D

Actually, I have an idea. You mentioned at Kiri's house that people playing with your hair helps you fall asleep. Let's try that, unless you're in a no touch mood then we can figure something else out. - D

Sure, let's try it. - O

I handed him his phone back and he opened up his arms. The moonlight from the windows just barely illuminating the room enough to let me see him. I hesitantly laid my head on his chest, my left arm coming up to rest on his torso. I could feel his heartbeat, the rhythmic thrumming relaxing on its own. I could feel it speed up once I laid down fully and got comfortable, I couldn't figure out the reason why. A sigh of comfort and relief escaped my body as soon as I felt one of his hands reach up and rake through my hair, his fingertips dancing across my scalp. It took no time at all before my eyelids started fluttering shut. His other hand drew circles and patterns across the planes of my clothed back, adding further into the relaxation. I fell asleep as easy as it is for the sun to shine, naturally and effortlessly.

When I woke up, I was not expecting to see my Dad standing above us with a disappointed look on his face.

Wake up. Time to train. We're talking about this later.

I can already tell you that it's not what you think, if it was, Hitoshi wouldn't have let it happen and I wouldn't have either.

I'm aware, but we're talking about this later.

I gave him a thumbs up and went to sit up, but Denki woke up and saw my Dad there and freaked, flying both of us off of the cot. We quickly got changed into our gym uniforms and met outside with the rest of the class.

"Good morning, class. Today we start a training camp that will increase your strength. Our goal is to increase your skills exponentially so that each of you earns a provisional license. This will allow you to face the dangers that continue to fester in the darkness. Proceed carefully. Look alive, Bakugou. Try throwing that for me." Dad said to the blond as he tossed him a baseball.

"Yeah, sure. Like in the fitness test." He was clearly still waking up since he didn't have the usual bite in his tone.

"That's right. When you first started school, your record was 705.2 meters Let's see if you've improved."

"Oh, I get it!" Mina said excitedly, tugging on my arm. "We're checking our progress."

"A lots happened to us the last three months. Maybe he can throw it a whole mile now!" Sero said from behind me.

"C'mon, get it, Bakubro!" I snorted at the nickname Kiri gave him.

"I've got this. No one blink." He stated while warming up his arm. "GO TO HELL!" He hollered, a large explosion following suit with the baseball flying into oblivion.

"That was 709.6 meters." Dad said dryly, Bakugou looked about ready to implode.

"That's it? Kinda disappointing." Sero stated.

"You've had a single semester at U.A and due to your various experiences all of you have definitely improved. But those improvements have mostly been limited to mental prowess and technical skill. With a slight increase in stamina thrown in along the way. Your quirks really haven't grown that much stronger. Not on a fundamental level. That's why we're now going to focus on improving your powers." He let out a sly grin and I didn't like where this was going. "This'll be so hard, you'll feel like you're dying. Let's hope you all survive."

We all got to work, Dad making a specialized regimen for each of us. I was set to work on volume control for the first hour. Pin pointing my accuracy and range of how quiet and loud my quirk can go. Then it was the hard part. Yelling as loud as I could as long as I could, even after I could barely speak. I only stopped after I was coughing up blood. Dad brought me over with him to Class B, all of them standing in shock.

"Now normally, these changes happen gradually as you grow." I heard Uncle Seki say as he talked to his students.

"But we don't have time for that. Your class has a lot of work to do." Dad announced.

"Once we team up with Class A, there'll be forty two students here. That's a whole lot of quirks for our homeroom teachers to manage on their own." Kendo stated, clearly being the rational one.

"Which is why we called them." Dad said as the pussycats showed up.

"That's correct! Four kittens in one litter!" Aunt Tomo, better known as Ragdoll, squealed as she popped up, putting me in a fake chokehold and rubbing my head. I slipped out easily and stepped back. I watched as the rest of the group introduced themselves.

"All of you kids with strength quirks, time for Tiger's bootcamp. Class A's already sweating, so catch up quick! Onryo! You're coming with, I know you've already blown out your vocal cords but I know you're good at sparring. So, keep a low hum the whole time and help me whip these kids into shape!" I nodded and watched as Uncle Yawara blew Izuku into a tree. "If you don't push yourself, you won't shred your muscle fibers and then you won't get stronger!"

First, I sparred with Tetsutetsu, the boy proving to be much like my red-headed friend. He constantly had to use his quirk whilst sparring, making it harder for me to get a solid hold on him. I pinned him the first three times until he got me on the fourth round.

Next was Shishida, he was fairly nice, but he easily had me pinned the second round.

I lost track of who I sparred and how many times, but I was littered in bruises by the end of the day. My vocal cords definitely injured.

Everyone looked about ready to give up when they found out we had to make our own curry. I opted to help take the lead, one of the few here having some semblance of cooking skills. Todoroki and Bakugou lit the kindling to make our food, Bakugou, Hitoshi, Uraraka, Sato and I cut up the vegetables and meat and overall were in charge of the process. I managed to grab two bowls, Mandalay calling for Kota.

"Aunt Shino? I got him." She sighed and rubbed my head but nodded.

I followed the old yet familiar path to the mountain ledge, his stomach already grumbling by the time I got up there.

"Hey kid, mind if I join you?" He huffed but slid over a little. "It's not that amazing but I did my best on your bowl. Figured you should have something that tasted better than their food." He smirked and took a bite, uncaring of how horrendous it was. We ate in silence for a bit, occasionally he would glance or stare at me, but he didn't say anything for a while.

"Uncle Ryo?" I looked down and saw him poking his curry.

"What's up, kid?"

"Why do you wanna be a hero? Why can't you be anything else?" I set down my empty bowl and laid back with my arms behind my head.

"Well, there's a lot of reasons. But mostly, I want to help people. I know I can help in other ways but it's good knowing I directly helped someone. Y'know, I actually saved a kid about your age just a few months ago?" He made a 'tch' sound and rolled his eyes but laid down beside me, using my bicep as a pillow.

"Quirks are stupid. This whole world is dumb and people just want to one up one another to try and be better." He bit back.

"I actually didn't use my quirk that day." He went silent and took that as a sign to continue talking. "Kota?"

"Yeah?"

"You know you're allowed to be upset about what happened. It's not easy for anyone. You don't have to grow up super fast or anything though, you're allowed to still be a kid." I glanced down and saw him scowling. "You still have those pokémon cards I gave you?"

"Yeah.."

"Who's your favorite?" He was silent for a bit.

"Whismur." He mumbled.

"Hey squirtle?"

"What?"

"We should probably get back before Aunt Shino sends out a search party. Do you want a piggy back ride back to camp?" He sighed and got onto my back without any further complaints. "I've missed you, whismur."

"I've missed you too, squirtle." He let out a breath and rested his head on my back. I kept one hand under his knee and the other holding out bowls for the trek back.

Everyone was already asleep, Kota included, so I brought him to his room first, Aunt Shino helping me tuck him in. Then I went to the teachers' facilities and saw Dad with Uncle Seki, seemingly going over class plans.

"Hey Dad. You wanted to talk?" My voice was hoarse from a long day of training but I ignored the pain.

Yes. First off, where were you during dinner?

Kota and I ate in his secret hideout. He wanted some away time.

And this morning, care to explain why you were on Kaminari?

It's not anything wrong, he was just being nice. He helped me fall asleep after being awake for almost sixty hours. We talked for a bit, he was worried and asked if he could help, I told him one time about how you and Pops or even Hitoshi would play with my hair to get me to fall asleep so he asked if that would help, and I fell asleep on him.

And you still think he only likes you as a friend?

I would do that for any of my friends.

He sighed and nodded.

Alright then. I'm still not a fan of seeing one of my children canoodling with someone, especially a loud blond. But he got you to sleep, so I'll allow it.

I snorted out a laugh at his words.

"How's your class this year, Uncle Seki?" I turned to my honorary Uncle.

"Ah, they're doing quite well! I have a lot of promising students this year!" I smiled softly at his pride of his students.

"That's good to hear." I yawned and said my good nights, my body craving sleep. As I left the room, I saw all the remedial students walking up the hall, said a sleepy hello and kept walking.

Sleep calling my name for once almost felt like a weight off my shoulders.

[artsy--shipper]

More of these cuties 😊💕

[comicgeekscomicgeek]

I saw this as a RWBY meme, but it works for MHA pretty well...

Aizawa: Oh great. What’s your problem?

Vlad King: You were assigned to substitute for me yesterday while I was sick.

Aizawa: Yeah? So? I did. So what’s your damn problem?

Vlad King: It’s HOW you substituted is my problem!

*FLASHBACK*

Aizawa, tired as ever: Okay, class. I am Eraserhead, your substitute teacher, but you all will call me Mister Aizawa. *sips from gel packet* Oh don’t. I don’t really give a shit.

Class 1-B: ????????

Aizawa, grabbing papers: So today we are going to be learning about— *squints at papers*…..oh hell no, that shits boring. *tosses papers in trash*

Class 1-B: ????????

Aizawa, sighing: Okay, let’s see. How can I distract you brats for an entire hour? Hmm, let’s see…….*sips gel packet*…….OH! I know. Th first one to make Shiozaki say ‘Fuck’ gets 600 points of extra credit.

Class 1-B: What?

Shiozaki: What?!

Aizawa, lying behind the desk: Meanwhile I’m going to take a nap. Wake me when she says fuck. Or don’t. Actually don’t at all. Just write me a note or something. *closes eyes*

Shiozaki: W-Wait, is he serious?

Komori, in Shiozaki’s face: Shiozaki you gotta say fuck for me! Come on, mama has mushroom for that extra credit!

Shiozaki: What?!

Tetsutetsu: No, say fuck for me instead! I need that extra credit more! I have a D in this class! A D minus to be exact!

Shiozaki: H-hold on! Y-you two calm down!

Tokage, pushing her way through students: Say fuck for me instead, and I’ll let you ride my bike! Come on! I don’t let anybody ride that!

Monoma’s voice behind a bunch of students: She really doesn’t, and it’s totally unfair!

Tokage: See?! I treat that thing like my baby, and I will let you borrow it! That’s how much this extra credit means to me!

Shiozaki: B-but I-I dont even know h-how to ride a motorcycle though! I don’t want to wreck your bike! And guys, can I please get some space?

Kendo, trying to move everyone out the way: Everybody back off! Give her some room!

Shiozaki, sighing in relief: Oh thank you, Kendo.

Kendo: You’re welcome. What are friends are for? But anywho, how about you repay me by saying fuck real quick? I would really appreciate.

Shiozaki: WHAT?!

Kendo: Come on! Just say real quick! I want that extra credit!

Shiozaki: B-But you have an A in this class! You don’t need it!

Kendo: Nonesense! There’s nothing wrong with wanting to over achieve in school! Now come on, say it! You can even whisper it in my ear if you want!

Shiozaki: Bu—

Tokage: DONT YOU DARE SAY FUCK FOR KENDO! SHE DOESNT NEED THAT EXTRA CREDIT! I DO THOUGH! JUST SAY FUCK FOR ME!

Kendo: I DO TOO NEED THAT EXTRA CREDIT!

Tetsutetsu: WELL I NEED IT THE MOST THOUGH! COME ON, Shiozaki!

Shiozaki: G-guys…….

*More student starts to surround Shiozaki, of them speaking at the same time, making them all incoherent except for a few clear fucks being heard*

Shiozaki, head spinning: G-guys, p-please! I-I need some space. G-guys?…..g-guys?…..*sighs* Oh frick.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Vlad King: Well?! What do you have to say for yourself?!

Aizawa: That your students are giant disappointments, cause none of them could make Shiozaki say fuck?

[sparrowhero]

could i pls request platonic older sibling figure! reader and shinsou hcs? older sib reader is a similar to shinsou but slightly more chaotic and eccentric

You're his sibling, you'll always be his sibling, and he loves you: you look out for him (mostly). You're pretty similar, even if you didn't have the same parents. But GOD he can't take you anywhere!! He's at that age where he considers himself basically grown and he doesn't need you to EMBARRASS him, which you do, even if all his friends think you're pretty cool.

Denki and Monoma both call you by an older sibling title no matter how much Shinsou says it's not necessary. He is a little proud that his friends think you're cool (will never admit it until many years later, though). Since the two of you are so similar, it means you can end up butting heads and bickering, but they just think it's really funny how you resemble each other.

Depending on how much older you are than him, he will either pretend he doesn't know you at school if you pass by or just barely mention that he has a sibling. If someone asks because they found some physical similarities, he'll say he does, but prior to that: you are living two completely separate lives. Acknowledgement only if you have to hand over lunch money or someone forgot their gym clothes at home.

He takes his aspiring heroism career VERY seriously and greatly appreciates whatever helpful advice or support you can give him. It's probably the one thing you would never tease him on, though the two of you trade barbs while he practices at home. If you're significantly older, he tolerates you a bit more if you tease, but he often goes "You're not mom" (regardless of gender) if you tell him anything like to clean his room or something.

Since you're a little bit weirder than he is, there are going to be a lot of times he raises his eyebrow and goes "what?", but he remembers the kind of off-the-wall shit you occasionally say and uses that to get you stuff for your birthday or other holidays. Every year, it's his birthday gift that makes you laugh and smile the most.

During holidays, you guys actually hang out a lot more. A lot of reading in the same room together without talking, and if you've got the extra cash, sometimes the trip to the Cat Cafe and a lunch out is on you. You gotta spoil your little brother who's been working his ass off at school, yeah? He tears up a little bit when you take him out for whatever he wants as a celebration for his entrance into the Hero Course.

The first one to comfort you after a bad day, no matter what he says. Brings dinner and a snack to your room and offers to listen and let you talk it out. He isn't the best with words, and you aren't either, so it's usually just him patting your shoulder and trying to get you to drink some water and eat.

[touyasdoll]

Shinosu who has a massive crush on you and you have a massive crush on him, but he treats you like your nothing to him. When he tries to confess to you, he finds you and Monoma holding hands and kissing.

Ooh I'm just getting to tolerating Monoma lol so this'll be interesting, but I love this!! 💜 Ty! 💕

Too Late

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x reader, teensy bit of Monoma x reader

Genre: angst

Notes: College AU

"Hey," you smiled at Shinsou, hoisting the strap of your backpack onto your solider. "I heard you're trying out for the hero course? That's awesome."

"Yeah," he didn't offer any further elaboration, continuing to pack up his things.

"Oh, well I think you're gonna do great. You should get in for sure," you sat against the edge of the desk, looking up at him through your lashes, letting your eyes linger over his buff torso and muscular arms. "You've really bulked up since this time last year. You must be working out a lot."

"Mhm. Gotta get to the gym now, actually," he slung his bag over his shoulder, heading for the door.

"Wait!" You called after him, speed-walking to catch up with him as he barely slowed his pace. "I, uhm, I was gonna have a few people over tonight to study for the exam on Monday. I figured we could all just chill afterwards, y'know? Monoma and Kami are coming for sure. Would you maybe like to come too?"

"I, uh," he shrugs, "I don't know. I think I'm busy tonight, sorry. See you around." He didn't even bother looking in your direction as he shot the invite down, turning suddenly on his heel to head the way opposite where you were going.

"Oh, 'kay." You sighed, well after he was out of earshot and trudged back to your dorm room.

//two weeks later//

Having learned that he would finally be part of the hero course had Shinsou on a bit of a high. He was feeling like he could handle almost anything that life threw at him that day, so he decided to take on something that had been plaguing him for months now.

He was finally going to ask you out.

The question of when had finally been decided. He'd been trying to find the perfect time to do it, because he was fairly certain that you were interested in him too. The flirting had become pretty obvious, even to your mutual friend, Kaminari, who was definitely trying to play matchmaker at this point.

The timing had been all wrong up until now though. He had to focus on moving up into the hero course. That's the entire reason he came to this university; he couldn't just blow his shot. But now that all that was out of the way? He had all the freedom in the world to focus on what he hoped might be a solid relationship.

You both had so much in common. It was easy to be around you, to talk to you. You'd never showed any skepticism toward him, even knowing full-well what his quirk was. You'd actually go out of your way to talk to him, he'd noticed.

He thought it was adorable too. How you'd take a little longer to pack up your bag, so you could stay and chat with him while everyone else filed out of the lecture hall in a hurry. How you would always end up near Kaminari's dorm when you knew he was going to be over for their weekly gaming session together.

It was so sweet and he appreciated you that much more for all the extra effort you put in just to talk to him when most people usually went out of their way to avoid a conversation with him altogether.

He was excited to see you tonight, knowing that you'd probably already be in Kaminari's dorm, helping him study as an excuse to be there when he arrived. His lips curled up into a smile as he knocked on the door, half-expecting you to answer. He was a little disappointed, but not the least bit fazed when the blonde opened the door.

What unsettled him was the expression on Denki's face. His usual happy-go-lucky grin was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he looked almost apologetic?

"What's going on?" He peered into the room, his heart sinking as he realized you weren't anywhere to be found.

"I'm sorry, man. I think you waited too long," Denki's lips pitched to the side, his eyes sympathetic.

"What do you mean?"

///

Shinsou was never usually in a hurry to get across campus, electing to take his time to get to wherever he needed to be. Tonight though, was an exception. He was weaving through crowds, pushing past people who seemingly refused to just get the fuck out of his way. He was on a mad dash to your dorm.

He just had to know that Kaminari wasn't messing with him. There was no way. No way, right? I mean, he wasn't your type. You'd never even spared him a passing glance, especially not when he would have been there to witness it.

Or had you? Had he missed it? Was something budding there while he was distracted? Had he taken your affections entirely for granted?

The sight of you, hands interlaced with Monoma, his lips pressed gently to yours, confirmed his worst fears.

And what could he do about it? When had this happened? Could he fix it? Could he--could he get you back?

Were you ever really his to begin with? Did he have the right?

He stumbled back, shaking his head as if that would change the vision in front of him. The car crash that he couldn't tear his eyes away from. The way he cupped your cheek so delicately and pressed a kiss to your nose. The sound of your infectious giggle salved his wounds for a fleeting moment.

But the sneer that Monoma threw over his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you waist, leading you off towards his own dorm, that cut him right back open.

[hopelesshawks]

History of Us Part 12- Your Mother's Daughter

Summary: Once upon a time Todoroki and (y/n) were best friends. Now they haven’t spoken in years. When (y/n) is forced to transfer to UA, will she and Shoto reconnect or will their troubled past keep them apart? A childhood friends to enemies to lovers hybrid fic.

If you don’t want to see History of Us content blacklist #hopelesshou

Warning for canon typical violence

Masterlist Kofi

Bakugo’s text apology, believe it or not, was more eloquent than the one he offers in person but you appreciate the gesture and the brief hug he gives you when he realizes you’ve been crying. “It’s fine dumbass, you made it to the finals now just give it your all,” he huffs. Kirishima also pulls you into a hug, much longer than the one Bakugo had given you, and spends the whole time giving you a motivational speech about how incredibly cool and manly you are and how sure he is that you’ll do even better in the finals. You really are lucky to have the friends that you do. Especially since you anticipate the crowd is about to sour towards you.

All too quickly it’s time to return to the stadium where Principle Nezu is waiting on a raised platform with a box filled with slips of paper with bracket placements on them. The energy in the stadium is electric as the crowd anxiously waits to see what the bracket will be. It’s different than with the first years, where everyone’s an unknown. The crowd recognizes most of the names now from news reports and hero rescues. Dyed hair could only hide you for so long. “We will now call up the finalists one at a time to draw lots for the bracket!” Nezu announces. One by one you hear others around you getting called up. Bakugo, Midoriya, Shoto, Kirishima, Yaoyorozu, Denki, Sero, Hitoshi Shinso, Neito Monoma, Tokoyami, Iida, Uraraka, Jiro, Ibara Shiozaki and Itsuka Kendo all get called to roaring cheers and applause. That’s 15 names. The little fucking rodent had left you for last. Probably likes the idea of the dramatic reveal. “And last but not least, our 16th finalist (y/n) (y/l/n)!” Nezu calls and it’s like the air is sucked from the room as the crowd gets quiet and then starts murmuring to themselves. You keep your head held high as you walk to the stage even as you notice some of your classmates staring at you and the members of class b whispering. You take the last remaining lot with your head held high, throwing a wink at a nearby camera to further show them their displeasure won’t deter you.

You feel the stares of your classmates as you walk back down the stage. It’s them you really care about in all honesty. 3A had been nothing but kind to you since your arrival and it would hurt a little for their friendship to sour (you’re definitely not thinking about someone in particular at that statement) but before anyone can say anything Bakugo and Kirishima are standing next to you protectively. Kirishima links his arm through yours. “Come on, let’s head to the stands while we wait for them to start the first match,” Kiri grins at you. You give him a grateful smile and are pleasantly surprised when the rest of class a seems to fall in line behind you. None of them look at you any differently, there’s no shift in the atmosphere or added tension. Even as you can feel the glares of the crowd on your back, your new friends shield you from it until you’re in the safety of the tunnel and heading up to the stands.

“You and (y/n) stopped talking about 10 years ago right?” Midoriya asks Shoto as they walk at the back of the pack of class A students. “Yes,” Shoto confirms. “So that’s about when Black Storm was-“ “Yes.” “So Endeavor made you stop talking to her so you wouldn’t be associated with Black Storm.” “Basically.” “Jesus.” Midoriya places a reassuring hand on his friend’s shoulder. Shoto briefly acknowledges the gesture but says nothing as everyone settles into their seats. Nezu then begins to explain the rules of the last game. It’s essentially a wrestling match, the whole stadium is fair game and you win if you can pin your opponent for five seconds or completely immobilize them. Injuries are fine but take it too far and Eraserhead and Cementoss will shut it down. You nod along as the bracket is projected onto the monitors. Your first round is with the Neito Monoma kid, you don’t know much about him, just that the mere mention of his name has Bakugo growling “You better beat that fucking extra.” “Like I’d get eliminated in the first round,” you scoff back, confidence starting to build again as your classmates continue to support you.

You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see a guy with a large shock of purple hair and bags for days under his eyes leaning down to wave at you. You hear Denki yelp and nearly fall out of his chair nearby but ignore it. “(Y/l/n) huh?” he asks, a slight smile. “Yea. Problem with that?” you ask. “Not at all. Villain quirks gotta stick together right?” he smirks as he offers his hand. “I’m only half villain quirk but sure,” you smirk but then you freeze, eyes glazing over before you can reach to take his hand. He smirks back at you as your hand moves to shake his without your permission. You find yourself reaching for your phone, it unlocking once it recognizes your face, and then going to your contacts before plugging in a new number. You snap back to awareness a little stunned, looking between the new contact in your phone and the baffling boy with the mind control quirk who’s currently walking away. “If you wanted my number you could’ve just asked like a normal person!” you call after him. Unbeknownst to you, Shoto watches the entire interaction with barely concealed jealousy.

It’s not long before it’s finally time for your first match. The others had briefed you on Monoma’s quirk, warning you about his copying ability. “Can he copy a quirk if he doesn’t know you have it?” you ask curiously. “I don’t know actually. Most people don’t have two quirks you know, although I don’t necessarily see how it would help?” Kirishima offers with a shrug, having already made it through his first round and into the table of 8. “Trust me, I have a game plan,” you assure him. “See you guys on the other side,” you tell him as you walk down to the tunnel to wait for them to announce your entrance. “And on our left, here she comes. Ready to blaze her own trail and show the whole world that she is more than her name, it’s (y/n) (y/l/n)!” Present Mic’s voice booms over the loud speaker as you walk into the stadium properly. The crowd boos and you must admit it stings a little but you aren’t entirely unaccustomed to the negative attention. Your eyes wander over to the section where your friends are. Bakugo gives you a nod as Denki, Sero, Kirishima, Mina, and Jiro scream and cheer for you, their bodies half over the railing. They can’t drown out the rest of the stadium but they’re trying to and that warms your heart. You grin at them before locking eyes back on your opponent, stepping up to the start point they’ve indicated. “START!” Present Mic’s voice booms and immediately you lunge forward, drawing shadows into your palm before pushing them forward to race towards Monoma.

You’re not shocked when Monoma counters with shadows of his own, knocking yours away, but you can’t help but grin when you notice he’s producing shadows from both of his palms instead of just one. “I should’ve recognized you had Daddy’s quirk the minute I saw you during the qualifying rounds,” Monoma needles and you know he’s just trying to get a rise out of you but you can’t help how your temper starts to flare. He may be using your quirk but he’s clumsier with it, the result of picking it up for the first time now versus your years and years of experience. You send forward another burst of shadows making sure to get your left hand caught in the blast so it looks like both are doing the work. As Monoma clumsily sends forward his own to redirect yours you close the distance in, sweeping his legs out from underneath him. He quickly rolls before you can try to pin him down and you just barely manage to dodge the kick he’d aimed at you in retaliation. “You were there weren’t you? The day your father went rogue,” he taunts. You suck in a harsh breath allowing him an opportunity to lash out at you again and you wince a little at the sharp sting it leaves on your cheek where he’d managed to cut you with your own quirk. Your first instinct is to heal it but you hold off. Not yet. It’s not time to reveal your hand yet. “How the fuck do you know that?” you grit out before lashing out at him harder and faster. He extends both palms out, shadows flying forward to counter your own and as his hands retract you can see black crawling up his arms. Good. Your plan is working. “Oh the little daddy daughter field trip was all over the news sweetheart, we all know you were there to watch the carnage. Why do you think no one trusts you?” Monoma taunts. He fires off both palms again but this time instead of dispersing the shadows you raise both your hands, again feigning that both are doing the work, you push back against his, the shadowy energy growing and growing as you’re both slowly pushed backwards by the force of it. You hold strong though even as more and more black veins crawl up your right arm and your forearm begins to burn with the pain. You can hear Monoma grunting in pain on the other side so you kick it up a notch, fighting through your own pain until finally he breaks. He releases with a gasp, hunching forward with the pain. He looks up expecting to see you in a similar state but instead he finds you glowing as you stride towards him, the black veins rapidly fading as the light you radiate chases them back. Once you're in front of him he barely has any time to react before you deck him across the face, knocking him to the ground. You put one foot on his chest to keep him down, increasing the strength of your healing quirk just so that you’ll glow a little more brightly as you lean down to look him directly in the eye. “I may be my father’s daughter,” you start as the monitor counts down five seconds, “but I’m also my mother’s.”

The countdown finishes and an airhorn blares to signal your victory. You turn away from him, leaving him gaping at you like a fish on the ground as you walk back to the tunnel. The booing of the crowd that follows you out is music to your ears.

As far as you’re concerned? They can die mad about it.

A/N: Ngl I made Shinso so smooth in this one I was like alternate route? 💀 But n o lmao this is Shoto’s fic. OH ALSO we got even more about what happened when (y/n) was 8! I love mixing in her lore, I've actually had the very basic idea for her backstory and potentially where I’m going to take this fic after the sports festival arc since when I first started watching the show. The fight with Monoma in particular has been plotted out literally since I watched the final exam arc I think back when I was primarily a Todoroki simp oop so it's been really fun for me to get to write it here considering I never thought it would be a concept that left my head.

Taglist: @sorrythatspussynal @miss-bakugo-writes @pixelwisp @larkspyrr @sokkaandzukosimp @akkaso @sunaispretty @mindofess @todoplusultra @oliviasslut

[hot-wiings]

The One Where Someone Ruins Katsuki Bakugo's Bubbly Girlfriend's Snowman, And They Must Pay.

Edited: 12-17-2020

Katsuki Bakugo stared out the foggy window. The snow flew down lightly, much nicer now in comparison to the harsh flurries that had stormed down that morning, creating a free day for the UA staff, faculty, and students. The snow landed on your hair, making it shimmer and shine when the sun's glare hit it just right. It was ethereal. You were beautiful, a perfect distraction.

You had begged him to come out with you, but he refused. Midterms were coming up, Katsuki had to study, not go out and goof off with every extra in his class. Katsuki had a homework book out in front of him, a book he was supposed to be reading, instead, he was studying you. He knew if he went out instead of staying in he would be teased. He would get called soft and whipped. While Katsuki didn't mind that because he knew he could easily yell out a few cursers and threats and shut them up, he didn't feel like dealing with his friend's nosy attitude towards his relationship.

It was between you and him, not them.

Every laugh you let out could be heard, every string of giggles, every time you called someone's name. It infuriated him. Those extras didn't have the right to talk to his girlfriend. You were far too beautiful, far too nice, and good to be conversing with them. Your attention would have been better consumed with him. You should've stayed inside, you should be studying with him–he wouldn't have beat the knowledge inside you like he had done to Eijirou either. You would be been laughing with him, you could be drinking homemade hot chocolate, you could be sitting in his lap as he explained the math problem, semi-polite, and maybe, he might have even let you take a break to watch a Christmas movie.

With another giggle, Katsuki broke away from his math book to turn his gaze out the window. He was really angry now. Dumb Deku got it somewhere in his head he could make a snowman with you. He got it in his dumb little brain that he could try to make you laugh. He was even more infuriated as he saw you take your scarf off to dress the snowman. Your nose soon turned red, you'd get sick soon if you stayed out like that. An intrusive thought entered Katsuki, one worse than the angry and infuriated ones. This was a ploy made by Deku so he could give you his own scarf, that's exactly the kind of thing a shit-munch like Deku would do to try and woo what wasn't his. No way in fucking hell was Katsuki letting that happen.

Like everything Katsuki did, with a scowl on his face, he slammed his book closed and stomped his way over to the closet to grab his snow boots and jacket. Quickly, he zipped up his jacket and tied his boats before grabbing his hat. Now dressed in proper snow attire, he snagged his extra scarf to bring to you. The things he did for his dumbass.

He was fast to exit the building and faster to march up to you. He wrapped the scarf around your neck and double tied it. Practically choking you in the process, he wrapped it up and tucked it in your coat as a mother would.

"Dummy, you're gonna get sick by giving your scarf away. You're lucky you've got a nice boyfriend to bring you one of his own."

"The snowman needed it more than I did, right Deku?"

"Dumb-Deku better shut his fucking mouth before I blow it up!"

"Well, if it isn't my favorite idiot from class 1-A!"

Neito Monomas voice entered your ears and Katsuki could feel his day just getting worse. First, you left him for the extras, then you distracted him, now he had to deal with that Tuxedo Mask wannabe from class 1-B?

"The fuck did you say, kazoo kid?!"

"Nothing, I'm just saying..."

Maybe Neito would have let it go with just a petty comment, but Itsuka Kendo wasn't anywhere insight to hear and scold him, she really did keep him inline. Something about Katsuki just rubbed Neito the wrong way. Then again, everyone in class 1-A seemed to rub him the wrong way.

"I'm just saying, figures class 1-A's weak-link would spend her snow day making a snowman–an ugly one at that–rather than studying."

Katsuki tried to calm himself down as you grabbed onto his hand and shook your head back and forth as if to say he wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth it, he was just a waste of time. Katsuki came out here with a mission, give you his scarf, persuade you to come back inside with the promise of cuddles, and maybe even insult Deku along the way. He had a mission set in his mind, and he wasn't going to let the cosplayer ken doll get in his way.

Neito wasn't happy with that result. He liked getting a rise out of class 1-A. He liked getting them upset and worked up, especially Katsuki, who got worked up the most. What better way to get a rise than through his girlfriend? Neito kicked the snowman down, crumbling the snowman down to a pile of snow with a grin.

"Even her snowman is weak, just like her. Pathetic class 1-A loser."

"You wanna see weak? I'll show you weak!"

Neito simply wanted a reaction, he thought one of Katsuki's friends, like Mina, or the class representative, Tenya, would've stepped. As your eyes glossed over with tears your classmates stood back and let Katsuki go feral. With explosions surrounding him, Katsuki sent himself flying towards Neito with outstretched arms. Sending explosion after explosion, careful not to get touched by Neito. Neito, gave up fruitless, cowering back with each pound after pound, whimper after whimper. With his hand on the cuff of his jacket, Katsuki raised him and dragged him to you.

"Fucking apologize or DIE!."

"I-I'm sorry."

"Talk shit about her or her skills again and I'll make sure you can't speak again!"

He released Neito on the ground and he fell with a thud. The blonde boy scrambled to his feet and took off in the direction of the 1-B dorms. He turned to back at you and screamed.

"I'm only sorry your boyfriends a psychopath!"

"That little shit-"

"Katsuki, no."

You threw yourself on him and wrapped your arms around Katsuki, pulling yourselves together as a few stray tears leaked from your eyes. Katsuki scowled as his classmates watched him, intrigued on how their mean and rough classmate would handle comforting their sweet and soft classmate. Your relationship was such an enigma to them.

"The fuck are all of you staring at!?"

Everyone watching the fight disbursed as you pulled away from your boyfriend, red embarrassment on your cheeks, still you latched yourself onto Katsuki's arm. Tears were in your eyes as your attention went back over to your ruined snowman. You worked hard with Deku to make that, maybe you were the weak link.

"Do you think Monoma's right? Should I have stayed inside and studied?"

"Should you have stayed inside with me and had a study date, like I originally wanted? Yes. Should you have stayed inside because you're weak? Fuck, no. Fuck that class A wannabe."

"He was right, and he blew my snowman right over."

"You're such a crybaby. The only reason it got wrecked is because that dumb-dumb Deku helped you make it. Maybe if I had helped you it would have withstood better."

Katsuki placed a chaste kiss on your forehead before pushing down your hat which had begun to fall off. He pulled it over your ears as he clicked his tongue. You would be sick and lost without him, he did such a good job taking care of you.

"I suppose studying can wait. Besides, if we wait I can make shitty hair and dunce face study with us, I'll beat it in them."

Katsuki grabbed your hand and pulled you down into the snow with him. A rare smile graced his face as you giggled at him.

"I'll help you make another snowman, but you gotta do exactly what I say, and shitty Deku can't help."

"Okay, but you gotta make us hot chocolate after. Your hot chocolate always tastes the best."

"Fine. Someone's gotta make you something warm, and we both know you can't do it yourself."

With another kiss to your face, Katsuki felt content. He supposed he got what he really wanted. Whether it was studying or not, he had your attention. He got to insult Deku and he got his frustrations out. Maybe snow days weren't so bad.

[cielcius]

S/O IS ALWAYS COLD | HEADCANONS

includes: iida t. (bnha), monoma n. (bnha), & atsumu m. (hq)

from the writer: some really short hcs bc I too can relate

notes & warnings: cursing

Iida:

he’s genuinely concerned for your wellbeing like how can someone be so cold all the time?

it could be 70 F out and bitches still be wearin a thick ass hoodie

im bitches

but for most of the summer season you were fine

then came winter

everyone else probably had like an extra scarf or hoodie over their uniform

you fr came down with freakin snow gear but Iida lowkey thought it was cute because it made you look like a marshmallow

and after some convincing, and a few stolen kisses, he got you to take off most of the stuff

so you settled for one of his extra scarves and his arm around you instead

Monoma:

not even gonna lie he’s a little bitch ass

but he’s a cute bitch ass

get this, he’ll tease you but he’ll also be like ‘wtf are you okay?’

but he honestly has no problem offering something to keep you warm whether it be his scarf or his jacket or him

and when he puts his arm around you to keep you warm 😤

mf is so cocky but you gotta love him anyways

“gotta keep my adorable s/o warm”

“aww look how cute you are when you’re shivering in the freezing cold”

bitch— your sweater. now

Atsumu:

he’ll be pretty confused at first

but once he understands that you always just seem to run on the colder side, you bet he’s taking every chance he gets to flirt

he saw the opportunity and he took it

“‘Tsumu, can you close the window? it’s cold”

“don’t worry babe, I know how to warm ya up real good if ya know what I mean”

he deserved that slap in the face and Osamu laughed at him for days

he’s a big flirt but at the same time he’s also the biggest simp alive

“ahem, your coat for the evening”

*proceeds to dump his hoodie on you*

[alphagodith]

bnha ch. 344 thoughts/rant

spoilers, obviously. also, disclaimer, these are just my opinions/feelings, i’m not hating on anything.

so happy to see my boi shinso again! finally get a clear shot of his hero costume and he’s so cute and seems to be doing well(i swear he gets less grumpy and more cheerful every time he shows up). always love seeing 1a get just as excited about him appearing as i am.

pretty much everyone already figured out it was his quirk that made tricking afo possible but confirmation is good.

i’m pretty pissed at nedzu for minimizing his contribution by attributing his ability to aizawa’s training. like yeah i love aizawa and shinso probably couldn’t have gotten to this point without him (at least this quickly) but ya don’t gotta steal his thunder like that, he still did the work himself even if he was guided on how/what to do. also pretty rude to have that comment and then the rest of the chapter is all about monoma being all important when shinso is JUST as important and has all the same issues but even worse since not only did people tell him he was destined to be a villain (as opposed to just not being hero material), he didn’t even MAKE IT into the hero course on his own (whereas monoma has been in there since the start with everyone else)! monoma’s up in here complaining about being a side character, bitch shinso ain’t even allowed to join the battle yet despite all his training just cuz the entrance exam was biased and made him miss out on the provisional licenses.

also due to leaks i had thought aizawa got white streaks in his hair and i am very thankful that it turned out to just be dramatic lighting. but also. what do you mean he can barely use erasure with one eye? the man deserves a break and i wouldn’t blame him one bit for retiring, but i was under the impression his quirk was just line of sight, not... eye power or something. so i don’t see why it would be weaker other than the smaller field of view. also it’s pretty rough if he cut his leg off to preserve his quirk only to wind up basically quirkless anyway. well no, i suppose monoma can borrow his quirk at least. doesn’t sound like they’re going that route tho.

also sad we still have yet to see (as far as i know, i haven’t actually read every chapter yet) student reactions to aizawa’s condition, particularly shinso. they had one panel together this chapter and no direct interaction. also how has shinso been training his quirk? has aizawa been doing that with him while he can’t do sparring, or was he training on his own since aizawa’s been pretty heckin’ busy with the whole war thing? (that would just make it extra bogus that nedzu brushed shinso’s contributions under the rug like he did)

[qitwrites]

a numbers game 

Fandom: BNHA 

Pairing: Kiribaku 

(AO3) 

Bakugou knows his personality and general rage-filled disposition towards everything, in general, isn’t winning him any favours, but the texts have made him contemplate just how shitty he must’ve been in a past life to deserve a fate like this.

Because no one - and Bakugou knows such assholes as Monoma - but no one deserves to be on the receiving end of unsolicited dick pics. From random numbers. At all times of the day. For the last 3ish months.

“I am going to throw my phone out the fucking window, I swear on all that is good and pure, fucking bull-“

“More dick pics?” Camie interrupts with a wide grin, plucking the phone out of Bakugou’s hand.

“What the fuck else?” Bakugou snaps, trying to pull his phone back in vain. Camie holds it just out of reach, eyeing the disgusting penis with a critical stare.

"Hmm,” she says, passing the phone back to him before taking a sip of her terrible grass juice that smells like a badly mowed golf course, “the lighting is bad and he hasn’t done like, any grooming at all. 3/10.”

“You’re being generous,” Bakugou huffs, deleting the picture immediately and swallowing the still raging urge to fling his phone at the nearest wall. “It’s unsolicited. And his fingernails are fucking filthy. -100/10.”

Camie rolls her eyes. “You’re being dramatic again Kitkat.”

Bakugou counts to 10 in his head, tries to find that last shred of patience he knows is somewhere deep in his dark pit of a soul and breathes out in a rush.

“I need to fucking figure this out before I actually lose it and track down one of these fuckers and choke the life out of them.”

Because here’s the thing- Bakugou has been receiving dick pics and dirty text messages like hi bby want sex? and imma dick you down gud boo – he’s positively swooning, what a lovely way to be wooed – and he has no idea how to stop it. Yes, he could cancel his number and get a new one, but all of his bank details are linked to this one. He’s had it since he first got a phone in middle school, and now all of his documents are attached to the damn thing. The very idea of going to the banks and the DMV and every other stupid establishment to get it changed makes him grimace hard enough that he decides to bear with it.

Except, every time he receives one of these horrible pictures, his urge to blow up the phone, nay, the entire world, simmers at dangerous levels.

“Cool it kitkat,” Camie croons, giving his forearm a squeeze, “you’re making your homicidal face. That cannot be good for wrinkles.”

“Like I give a fuck,” Bakugou grunts, flinging his phone away carelessly and watching it skitter around on the kitchen counter before halting dangerously close to the edge. “I just want it to stop.”

Camie puts her atrocity for a drink down and pulls the fridge open, rummaging around as she says, “I have a theory about all this.” She pulls out a jar of jalapenos and places it in front of Bakugou. The blonde yanks a fork out of the admittedly cute utensil bucket in the middle of their counter before snapping the lid off and spearing a good 3 pieces in one go. He chews on them slowly and directs a raised brow at Camie.

“Well,” she muses, picking her drink back up, “as a woman that receives a LOT of numbers from guys and gals and non-binary folks alike-“ Bakugou makes it a point to roll his eyes hard enough to knock his head back; Camie’s laughter is loud and boisterous “- I have a tactic for when I don’t know how to say no and don’t want to give my digits.”

Bakugou has another forkful of jalapenos in his mouth when he narrows his eyes at her.

Camie shrugs, “I usually change the very last digit of my number. Works like a charm. I never meet the person again, and they can’t contact me. Win-win.”

“Win-win my ass,” Bakugou seethes. “Do I look like I’m winning right now? I am this fucking close to killing someone, because of stupid tactics like yours.”

Camie finishes the last of her drink, and speaks around her straw, “You say that, but do you know how many people, and especially dudes, don’t take no for an answer? The only reason I give out any digits at all is when I can’t guarantee my safety. I know it’s not like, the perfect solution or anything, but I’m giving you facts right now.”

And Bakugou does, in fact, know that. He’s met those pushy assholes- people that don’t back down, people that don’t take no at face value, people that push and prod and get up in his space. It pisses him off to absolutely no end.

“Whatever,” he concedes. He spears another forkful of jalapenos before grumbling, “So, what the fuck do I do?”

Camie grins, minx like. “Why don’t you text the number one ahead and one behind your own and ask? I mean, in the best-case scenario you figure it out and get it all to stop, in the worst case, you get to yell at like random people. Isn’t that your second favourite pastime, right after yelling at that pigeon outside our balcony, the one with an agenda?”

“Don’t talk about that fucking pigeon,” Bakugou fumes, “fucking piece of shit bird and those dark, robotic eyes. Something is up with that; you can’t convince me otherwise.” He mulls over the rest of her suggestion before relenting, “Well, I guess I could spare a moment to yell at the fucking extras giving out my number to perverts with no manners and gross penises.”

“I find it so funny when you say the word manners,” Camie says as she walks to her room, “It’s almost like you know what it means!”

She isn’t even looking at him, but she manages to dodge the jalapeno that sails at her head. It hits the wall with a sick squelch, and when Bakugou hears Camie’s door shut, he drops his head on the counter with a loud, resounding thunk and muffles a scream into the marble.

  He forgets to send out those texts, and when he receives yet another picture, not three days later, of someone holding their disgusting penis in their hand, like it’s an accomplishment or some shit, he sends out a text message to two different numbers typed with shaky, sweaty fingers.

>> xxx-xxx-xxx6 , xxx-xxx-xxx4

I don’t know who the fuck you are, and you don’t know me, but it’s possible that one of you assholes gives out my number to random people who, in turn, send me fucking dick pics. It’s been over 3 fucking months, so knock it the actual fuck off. And in case it isn’t you, fuck you anyway.

  Bakugou wakes up from a restless sleep to sunlight sloping in through the blinds of his room, a dry mouth, and three new text messages from an unknown number.

Because his brain takes time to boot up in the mornings, he foregoes the phone entirely and makes his way to the kitchen in search of caffeine. Camie is always up before him, and he gratefully pours himself a mug of her insanely strong black coffee, the kind to palpitate your heart and make you vibrate in your seat. She calls it jet fuel, Inasa calls it death, Todoroki just blinks.

When he’s half a mug down, he finally retrieves his phone from his room and takes a seat in the balcony, surrounded by plants of all kinds. The sun is bright but not harsh, and he takes a second to enjoy it before opening his messages.

He doesn’t even recall sending the messages last night, and for a moment he’s enraged at the idea that someone sent him even more dick pics, but there’s no photos waiting for him, just three messages.

xxx-xxx-xxx4 omg omg OMG I didn’t think anyone actually used this number im sorry D:

xxx-xxx-xxx4 no really im so so sorry holy shit I was just following this idea that my friend gave me cause im terrible at turning people down but I didn’t realize they were messaging an actual other person OMG

xxx-xxx-xxx4 ofc I wont be giving your number out anymore im just so sorry bro, god, this is so damn UNMANLY of me

At least the person has the decency to sound apologetic. Not that it tempers Bakugou in any way, shape or form, but he takes note of it somewhere in the distant recesses of his mind.

Bakugou you better not give it out anymore fuckmunch. I should sue your ass for putting me under so much psychological distress.

The guy replies startlingly quickly. Bakugou opens the message with a quirked brow.

xxx-xxx-xxx4 shit can you actually do that?

Bakugou has no idea, but the key to selling anything is confidence, and he’s got enough to spare.

Bakugou try me

xxx-xxx-xxx4 IM REALLY REALLY SORRY OK TRULY D:

xxx-xxx-xxx4 and not just cuz you might sue me or anything, it was a terrible move on my part :’(

xxx-xxx-xxx4 can I make it up to you somehow??

Bakugou huffs, deflating a little. He’s angry yes, positively incensed for the most part, but the guy sounds genuinely sorry, and he’s finding it increasingly difficult to stay mad at someone that’s just being so damn decent and taking full responsibility.

Bakugou I don’t fucking know.

Bakugou just stop giving out my no.

Bakugou I swear to god if I get ONE MORE NUDE

Bakugou I will find you

xxx-xxx-xxx4 you don’t have to find me ill come to you

xxx-xxx-xxx4 cuz ill def deserve it at that point

xxx-xxx-xxx4 anyway, im sorry again. really ☹

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I gotta get some sleep, so tell me later about how I can make it up to you!!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 goodnight

Bakugou checks the clock at the top left corner of his phone screen. It reads 8:31am.

What the fuck does this guy do for work anyway? And does Bakugou care?

He decides no, he doesn’t, because he’s really too busy to care about anything, especially assholes that hand out his number to horny strangers because they’re too chickenshit to say no.

He nods at his own conclusion, downs the rest of his death-in-a-cup, and walks back inside, ready to start another long day of work. Bakugou gives himself an hour before he puts this all behind him, fully forgotten and finally taken care of.

  Why the fuck haven’t I blocked this fucker yet, is the first thing Bakugou thinks when he gets more texts from them.

xxx-xxx-xxx4 heyyo!!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 did you think of anything????? How can I make it up to you??

Bakugou stop texting me, that’ll be a great start

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I will as soon as u tell me how to make it up to you!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I was being so unmanly and cowardly, I need to fix it!!

Bakugou good for fucking you, leave me alone

xxx-xxx-xxx4 y don’t you keep thinking abt it and lemme know !!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 if it helps, I can hook u up with some free drinks!! I co-own and bartend at a place downtown!!!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 just think abt it

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I gotta get back to work, talk soon!

Bakugou stop texting me dammit

Bakugou isn’t a naïve person, but he somehow convinces himself that this will be the end of things.

  It is, predictably, not the end of things.

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I just realized I didn’t give u my name

xxx-xxx-xxx4 Kirishima eijirou!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 and you are?

Bakugou blocking you

xxx-xxx-xxx4 aww come on man, don’t be like tht ☹

xxx-xxx-xxx4 wait, r u a man?????

xxx-xxx-xxx4 PLEASE AT LEAST TELL ME THAT I DON’T WANT TO MISGENDER U OMG

Bakugou can you calm the fuck down holy shit

Bakugou yes I’m a dude, you’re fucking fine dumbass

xxx-xxx-xxx4 oh phew!!!!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 ok my dude

xxx-xxx-xxx4 please come down to the bar??????

xxx-xxx-xxx4 do you actually drink though?? If you don’t we still have great mocktails

xxx-xxx-xxx4 and I can whip up some awesome protein shakes

xxx-xxx-xxx4 ohhh and our food is bomb,,, I promise

Bakugou do you ever just stop talking

xxx-xxx-xxx4 NOPE :D

Bakugou Not a compliment

xxx-xxx-xxx4 what can I say

xxx-xxx-xxx4 im an opportunist

Bakugou you’re telling me

Bakugou fucker

xxx-xxx-xxx4 IM STILL SO SORRY

xxx-xxx-xxx4 PLEASE COME TO THE BAR LET ME MAKE IT UP TO YOU

xxx-xxx-xxx4 actions speak hella louder than words

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I must action you

Bakugou what the fuck 

xxx-xxx-xxx4 you get what I mean!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 <location> this is the place

xxx-xxx-xxx4 its name is RIOT, u cant miss it

xxx-xxx-xxx4 just lemme know when u can make it

Bakugou I haven’t agreed to shit asshole

Bakugou stop assuming things

xxx-xxx-xxx4 free food, free drinks, free live performance of whatever band’s performing

Bakugou …………………

Bakugou I’ll think about it

xxx-xxx-xxx4 HELL YEAH

xxx-xxx-xxx4 whats your name btw?

Bakugou like id tell you

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I need it for the reservation!!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 so that I don’t accidentally serve the wrong gentleman all your free perks

Bakugou didn’t say im coming yet

xxx-xxx-xxx4 im super optimistic

Bakugou I can tell, you’re giving me a headache

xxx-xxx-xxx4 so………… name?

Bakugou no

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I’ll get it out of you eventually

Bakugou try me

Bakugou fucker

If Bakugou finds himself smiling at the end of the exchange, well, that’s his business.

  “So, you finally figured out who was responsible for the penis pictures?” Todoroki deadpans around his cosmo.

“That’s wonderful Bakugou!” Inasa booms, slamming his beer down on the counter with gusto. Bakugou throws a spoon at him.

“Shut it Baldy,” he grunts, going back to chopping veggies. “And yes, I did, but now this fucker won’t stop texting me, insisting on making it up to me or some shit.”

“And this is a bad thing?” Todoroki summarizes slowly. Bakugou turns around in time to see him mouth why to Inasa before taking another generous sip of his drink. Inasa shrugs his stupidly large shoulders before asking, “Why is that a bad thing?”

Bakugou throws another spoon at him. “Because, I texted them so I could stop people from texting me. Now this person’s volunteering information to me about being a bartender and shit and constantly apologizing and it’s fucking annoying.”

“You know what’s interesting?” Camie muses, stirring her bloody mary with a long ass celery stick. “You’re getting all these text messages from this bartender, and you can like, so easily block this one number and be done with it, but you like, keeping responding. And keep, you know, not blocking.”

He can’t see it, but he knows Todoroki is nodding, the fucker.

“That is a good observation!” Inasa booms again, and Bakugou has to resist the urge to fling his entire cutlery set at the man’s thick skull. “Do you like this person Bakugou?”

“What’s there to like, I don’t even fucking know him!”

“Well,” Camie starts, takes a bite out of the celery stick, continues, “he’s well-mannered. Clearly good looking, because you got a LOT of penis pictures these past three months, and that also leads us to believe the business is doing really well, if so many patrons come in begging for a number. All good things, don’t you think?”

“I hate you,” Bakugou says, stirring the curry with barely repressed rage. “I hate all of you. I hate humanity. Fuck people.”

“Or fuck this person in specific,” Camie says gleefully. “You haven’t gotten laid in like 8 months boo, you need to get some.”

“You’re the actual fucking worst.”

“In all seriousness,” Todoroki interrupts, putting his empty glass down delicately, “why haven’t you blocked the number? It seems like an easy enough solution.” The asshole has the audacity to sound genuinely curious, if not slightly amused.

Bakugou hates everything.

“I don’t, I don’t fucking know, ok?” He finally admits through clenched teeth. The blonde kills the heat and places the curry on the counter while Camie brings out the rice and some pickled vegetables from the fridge. She pulls out a beer and twists the cap off before handing it to Bakugou, who snatches it away and takes a quick swig before continuing, “He’s actually kinda nice to me, I guess. And I like watching him be so sorry about all those penises. I may have also mentioned suing him for psychological distress.” Bakugou catches Todoroki’s gaze. “Can I do that?”

Todoroki hums, “You can try, but I don’t think you’ve got that solid a case. Plus, haven’t you deleted virtually all the evidence?”

Bakugou grips the neck of his beer bottle harder. “I fucking hate everything.”

  bartender asshole <image attached>

Bakugou what the fuck

Bakugou why are you sending me cat pics?

Bakugou also that cat is stupidly cute

bartender asshole I know right?????

bartender asshole her name is ruby

bartender asshole and id die for her

bartender asshole i just figured ud be a cat person

Bakugou ………….

Bakugou I hate u

bartender asshole :D :D :D

Bakugou ugh

Bakugou Bakugou Katsuki

bartender asshole :D :D :D :D :D

bartender asshole HI BAKUGOU SO NICE TO KNOW UR NAME

Bakugou I hate everything

bartender asshole except ruby. Its not allowed

Bakugou …………………………………

Bakugou except ruby

bartender asshole :D :D :D :D :D

  Kirishima, it turns out, is a ray of fucking sunshine. Bakugou has a distinct feeling that looking at him directly would be a blinding experience.

Not that he knows who to look for though; he has no idea what this guy looks like. He guesses that he’s buff, with all the times he tells Bakugou about the gym showers running out of hot water and beating his best weights doing bench presses, but he knows nothing else.

He does know that he’s sweet as fuck, making it impossible for Bakugou to stay mad at him. He doesn’t blink at Bakugou’s cussing, and he sends him cute pictures of Ruby.

There is a part of him, small but steadily growing, that wants to meet this stupidly nice bartender.

Bakugou hates everything.

  dumbass bartender so what do you do???

Bakugou front-end development and web design

dumbass bartender oh damn!!!

dumbass bartender so youre like smart smart

Bakugou obviously

dumbass bartender have I seen your work anywhere??

Bakugou I recently redid the website of that protein powder company you don’t shut up about

dumbass bartender ????????????????????

dumbass bartender that’s amazing!!!!!!!!!

dumbass bartender I just revisited the website, it looks so cool

Bakugou duh

Bakugou im the best

dumbass bartender I don’t doubt that!!! :D :D

Bakugou don’t you have work?

dumbass bartender aww bakubro are you looking out for me <3 <3

Bakugou call me that again and I will fucking end you

dumbass bartender before the free drinks??? That you are yet to redeem? ?? at my wonderful establishment?????????? :D :D :D

Bakugou I hate everything.

dumbass bartender D:

Bakugou except RUBY DAMMIT

dumbass bartender :D

  “Just to recap,” Kaminari says with an incredulous look in his eyes, “this guy cusses like a sailor, is constantly insulting you, never initiates conversation, and you still like him?”

Kirishima’s answering grin is bashful. “I mean, when you put it like that it sounds not so great, but he’s really not that bad! He’s super funny and confident, and he LOVES Ruby. Plus, I don’t like him like that, I just think he’s cool.” Kirishima picks up another glass from the washer and starts carefully drying it with his dishcloth before saying, “And, you know, I did put him through a lot by giving out his number. His behaviour is kinda warranted if you ask me.”

“I mean, in the beginning maybe, but haven’t you guys been texting for over a week now?”

“Denki, are you forgetting that giving out another number was your idea?” Kirishima mutters, narrowing his eyes at his best friend. “I’m in this mess because of you.”

Kaminari suddenly seems to find the glass in his hand a lot more interesting. Kirishima’s laugh echoes around the empty bar.

‘What’s so funny?” Ashido muses, bringing a crate of bottled beer behind the counter.

“Kirishima is going gaga over angry dick pic man.”

“I’m not going gaga, what the heck-“

“I think it’s cute,” Ashido says with a big smile. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you actually be interested in somebody; it’s really cute!”

“I don’t like him like that,” Kirishima stresses, though his cheeks are a little warm. He can blame that on the lack of air conditioning, he thinks. 

“We talking about angry dick pic man?” Sero asks with a shit-eating grin. “10 bucks say he’s actually a middle-aged guy with a cheese fetish.”

“That’s so random-“

“You’re on!” Ashido yells, slapping her hand into Sero’s. “I think he’ll be a hottie.”

“He hasn’t even said he’ll come,” Kirishima says, eyes downcast.

“He’ll come,” the three chorus, going about doing their tasks. Kirishima shakes his head fondly and finishes up with the glasses. Just as he’s put all the shot glasses away, he feels his phone vibrate.

Bakubro just finished a massive project

Bakubro could use a drink this weekend

Bakubro know any good spots?

Kirishima’s face breaks into the biggest smile as he rushes to answer.

Kirishima I know a bar that serves free drinks with your name on it!!!!

Kirishima amazing food, dope music, the bestest drinks

Kirishima ive heard the bartender is a great guy too

Bakubro way to toot your own fucking horn damn

Kirishima :DDDDD

Kirishima bt seriously

Kirishima please? ???? ??

Kirishima PLEASEEEEEEEEE??????????????????

Bakubro ugh

Bakubro fine.

Bakubro Friday night at 8

Kirishima looks up from the screen and calls out, “Denki!”

“Yeah?”

“Switch shifts with me, I’ll do Friday.”

“Um, ok, why though?”

Kirishima doesn’t respond, just goes back to texting, his heart thudding in his ribcage.

Kirishima YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Kirishima cant wait :D

Bakubro I’m bringing my stupid friends btw

Kirishima wait

Kirishima you have friends???????

Bakubro I am going to end you

Bakubro you know what? Fuck you im not coming

Kirishima BAKUGOU NO

Kirishima IM SORRY OFC U HAVE FRNDS

Kirishima please come

Kirishima how big a table should I reserve????

Bakubro don’t bother

Kirishima IM SORRRYYYYYYYYYY

Kirishima <image attached> <image attached> <image attached>

Bakubro bastard

Bakubro you playing dirty by sending me pics of Ruby

Kirishima need to weaken your guard somehow

Kirishima pls tell me it worked

Bakubro ugh

Bakubro ill be there

Bakubro reserve a table for 4

Bakubro your stupid bar better be worth it

Kirishima I promise it will be!!!!

Kirishima whoops in joy, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He looks up to see three sets of eyes looking at him with varying degrees of amusement.

“You get a really mushy look on your face when you’re texting him, it’s almost gross,” Sero points out with a laugh.

“Hush you,” Ashido admonishes, whipping her dishcloth at him. She walks over to Kirishima and gives him a big hug. “I think it’s very, very precious.”

“What did he say?”

“He’s coming this Friday!” Kirishima beams, holding Ashido closer against his side.

The three giggle.

“10 bucks say Kirishima messes up the drinks at least once.”

“HEY!”

Ashido squeezes around his middle. “Hon, I love you, but I’m not dumb enough to go against that.”

“HEY!”

They end up laughing and fibbing at each other for the rest of the prep time, and Kirishima feels his heart absolutely soar.

  Friday brings with it crunch time, running lines and lines of code, having a mini-breakdown because the stupid text block keeps floating around on the webpage like it’s in outer fucking space, being forced into one of Camie’s ridiculous vlogs and having an existential crisis about what to wear on a non-date get-together with the guy that ruined Bakugou’s life for close to three months.

Camie spends most of the day laughing at him. Bakugou throws more condiments at her.

“Fucking help me at least, you useless wench,” Bakugou growls, shifting to clothes as he throws a pair of jeans at her. Camie dances out of the way and doubles over, laughing till she tears up from the force of it all.

“I can’t, I just can’t,” she wheezes. “Did you just say wench? What era are you from babe?”

“FUCK OFF,” he roars, leaping towards her. Camie shrieks and ducks away, making a beeline towards his closet.

“Ok, ok, let’s get you dressed! What kinda look are you trying for?”

“Fuck if I know,” he grouses, feeling oddly out of his depth. He wants to look good, but he has no idea for what.

That’s a lie, he knows why. He just won’t admit it.

“Well, why don’t we pick something simple but flattering? Plus, if it's in your style, you’re bound to be more comfy.” Camie pulls out a pair of black jeans that are ripped at the knees, a black fitted round-neck tee shirt, and some black boots. While he’s changing, Camie pulls out a silver chain, some bands for his wrists and a collection of rings.

“Do you want me to do your eyes?” she offers, holding up some mascara and an eye pencil. Bakugou shrugs and sits on the edge of his bed. Camie’s smile is soft as she stands between his thighs, gently but efficiently applying his make-up. When she’s done, he walks over to the mirror to look at himself, and he has to admit- he looks good. Always one to take care of his body and his figure, Bakugou is lean muscle packed into a 5’10” body. His blonde hair is as messy as ever, but the combination of his make-up, the accessories and his clothes give him an edgy look like no other. Camie throws a dark fitted jacket at him before sauntering over to her own room.

He continues to reply to some work emails when his phone buzzes.

dumbass cant wait to see you!!!

dumbass just ask for me at the bar

dumbass or I might be the one to greet you!! :D :D

Bakugou I know dumbass

Bakugou what, are you nervous or some shit?

dumbass I mean, kinda????

dumbass it’s our first time meeting afterall

dumbass I don’t even know wat you look like!!!!

Bakugou blonde wearing all black

dumbass redhead wearing a shirt with the riot logo!

Bakugou whatever

Bakugou ill be there at 8

Dumbass cant wait <33333

Bakugou dumbass

Bakugou scoffs, his own nerves calming at the thought that he’s not the only one that’s a bit out of sorts. It’s nice to know that sunshine Kirishima is jittery about all this.

Also, interesting to know that he’s a redhead. Bakugou can’t quite imagine it, but in a few minutes, he won't need to.

His stomach roils with anticipation, and Bakugou hates every single thing.

Camie pops out of her room at half-past 7 in a maroon romper that cuts above her mid-thigh, hair done in a loose bun, makeup absolutely perfect. Her heels put her at a height taller than Bakugou, but he’s gotten used to being the shortest in their stupid posse. Doesn’t piss him off any less though.

She gets a phone call just as she pushes a tube of lip gloss into her purse.

“We are downstairs!” Inasa’s voice rings through her speaker, stupidly loud.

“Can it, baldy,” Bakugou grunts with a roll of his eyes, “we’ll be there in a sec.”

“See ya!”

Before Bakugou can usher Camie out the door, she pushes her clutch into his hands and walks over to the kitchen cabinet, pulling out two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila.

“Wha-“

“Liquid courage, my dude,” she says, pouring two generous shots and pushing one at Bakugou. She picks her own glass up and gives him a devilish smirk, “Bottoms up bitch!”

Bakugou picks the glass up with a resigned sigh but smirks back equally devilish. They cheers, smack the glasses against the counter and drain them smoothly. Camie puts the glasses in the sink, places a smacking kiss on Bakugou’s cheek and laughs brightly as she dances out of the way of his rage.

They finally load up in Inasa’s range rover, Todoroki plays classical Japanese music over the speakers and Bakugou regrets everything.

  Riot is apparently something of a beloved establishment in its neighbourhood, and Bakugou growls when he sees how long the line leading to the bar is.

“Holy moly, that’s a lot of people!” Camie points out helpfully as she disembarks from the car.

Todoroki straightens his two-tone denim jacket and runs a hand through his hair as he says, “We have a reservation, so I think it’ll be fine?”

“Yes, I agree with you Todoroki,” Inasa beams, locking the car behind him as they walk towards the building. The outside is made of exposed brick and neon lights, and the RIOT sign is a deep red colour, eye-catching and beautiful.

They bypass the people in the line and walk up to the bouncer, who eyes them warily. He’s built like an absolute tank, broad and block-like, and his silver hair shines in the artificial light.

“Can I help you?”

“Bakugou, table for 4,” Camie says cheerily. The bouncer looks immediately enamoured with her before his eyes go wide.

“Wait, Eijirou’s Bakugou?”

Bakugou’s ears burn at that.

“I’m not fucking anybody’s!” he snaps. The bouncer immediately looks at him, and his face breaks into an even wider grin.

“Well, I’ll be damned! Can I see some ID real quick?”

Bakugou cusses colourfully under his breath but pulls out his license, and after a quick check, the bouncer, whose name is Tetsutetsu, steps aside to let them in.

“Have a good time!” he says happily, almost too happily. Bakugou feels his hackles rise.

“What the fuck?”

“It appears that Kirishima talks about you at least as much as you talk about him,” Todoroki observes, walking next to Bakugou.

“I don’t talk about him, fuck you!”

Todoroki’s delicately raised brow makes him want to punch something. Or someone. Preferably both.

“Fuck you all,” he reiterates before stomping inside.

Now, Bakugou is a relatively creative soul – his job kinda demands it – so it’s not his fault that he’s actually quite captivated by the interiors of this stupidly popular bar co-owned by a stupidly nice person.

The inside has exposed brick as well, and most of the furniture seems to be retro. There are large pipes and barrels behind the bar, made of what seems to be pure copper. Black marble covers the bar tops, and the lights are a mix of neon and muted whites, bright enough to see but still bathing the room in an alluring aura. There’s music thumping through the speakers, loud enough to dispel any silence but still at a bearable volume.

“Swanky,” Camie whistles, taking it all in.

Bakugou nods begrudgingly before setting his eyes on the bar.

“I’ll go get us a fucking table,” he mutters before walking over, hands digging deep into his pant pockets. He sees a lanky black-haired guy and a girl with tan skin and pink hair behind the bar, talking animatedly with the patrons as they serve them drinks at a dizzying pace.

When he finally gets a spot at the counter, the pink-haired girl finishes up with a customer and bounds over to him.

“Hi,” she greets, smile wide and happy, “haven’t seen you around before! What can I get you?”

“Kirishima,” Bakugou says because apparently, his brain to mouth filter has decided to abandon him in his time of need. The girl tilts her head in confusion and Bakugou feels the life drain out of him.

“I’m sorry?”

“I’m fuckin here because of dumbass Kirishima,” Bakugou barely grits out, fingers digging into his palms painfully. “The name is Bakugou, table for 4?”

He sees it all in slow-mo- the way her mouth goes slack, the way her eyes light up like firecrackers on New Year’s, and then the way her smile becomes positively blinding. He hates her already.

“Holy shit,” she breathes, “of course! So glad you’re here! Oye, Sero?”

“What?” the black-haired guy says without looking, topping up a perfectly poured glass of beer.

“You owe me 10 bucks.”

This gets his attention- he hands the drink off and looks at her, “Why would I-“

The girl just gestures at Bakugou and winks, “It’s him.”

Sero – or plain face, Bakugou’s brain helpfully supplies – immediately looks at him, his eyes widening. “Shit, seriously? Aw, man.” His smile becomes mischievous. “I’ll get Kirishima.” He opens the door behind the bar and disappears.

“What the fuck was that?” Bakugou snaps, beyond irritated to be so out of the loop.

“Nothing, nothing,” Pinky sings, raising her hands in a placating gesture. “Kirishima will show your party to your table. Do you want anything in the meantime?”

“… a beer,” Bakugou concedes because he’s not dumb enough to not get a drink before he sees Kirishima if he can help it.

“Coming right up!”

He waits at the bar, watching as his group of dumbasses ooh and ahh at the place, looking delighted. A bottle of cold beer hits the counter with a satisfying thunk, bringing his attention back to the bartop.

“Enjoy!” Pinky still has a stupid smile on her face but before Bakugou can say anything, the door behind her is thrown open and plain face steps out.

“The restocking can wait, literally the only thing you’ve talked about for the last 3 days is finally happening.”

The guy following him is all tanned skin and thick muscles under a fitted deep red tee shirt. His hair is a bright unnatural red, pulled into a high pony with a few strands still framing his face. His eyes are a softer red than Bakugou’s own, his cheeks sharp and high, and when his eyes meet Bakugou’s, a zip of electricity races down his spine and along his limbs till he can feel it in his toes.

When the man makes his way over, Bakugou also notes how damn tall he is- easily around 6’4”. His smile is shy, and he smells like sandalwood.

“Bakugou, hi,” he breathes, hesitantly holding his hand out. Bakugou takes it in a daze, still amazed by just how stupidly beautiful this stupidly kind bar owner is.

“Heyyo, you disappeared fam, how’s it going?” 

Bakugou hates everything.

He reluctantly slips his hand out of Kirishima’s warm, firm grip and turns to Camie with venomous eyes. “I literally just met him Cam, shut the fuck up.” He turns back to Kirishima, “Can you show us to our table?”

Kirishima shakes his head once before his smile turns blinding, and Bakugou finds himself fighting the urge to shield his eyes. “Of course,” he says in a voice that’s deep and warm and honey-like, “right this way!”

Bakugou snags his beer off the counter and takes a quick swig before Camie steals it and takes a few sips of her own. He growls at her but otherwise behaves, watching Kirishima’s back as he leads them through throngs of people engaged in cheerful conversation.

“Ok, well, he’s hot,” Cam says around the lip of the bottle. “Total beefcake. Whaddya think, boo?”

“I think you should fuck off,” Bakugou hisses, his face burning.

“If you wanted to go on a date, you probably shouldn’t have invited us,” Todoroki says, taking the offered bottle from Camie. 

Before Bakugou can explode in their faces, Kirishima stops and turns around. “Here ya go!” He gestures to a table behind him, tucked into a more private corner of the bar. It’s large and cushy, and when Bakugou gets in after Camie, he’s surprised at how soft the material is.

“So?” Kirishima says, eyes trained on Bakugou.

“Fuckin what?” Bakugou snaps, voice lacking any heat.

Kirishima laughs, head thrown back to reveal a long, thick neck and Bakugou is so damn weak.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?”

Bakugou clicks his tongue before gesturing at each of them, “Camie, marketing expert by day, YouTube beauty vlogger by night, pain in my ass always. Todoroki, environmental lawyer and a soba obsessed weirdo. Inasa, physiotherapist and resident dumbass.”

Kirishima gives them all a wave before saying, “Kirishima, co-owner of Riot and the reason why Bakugou saw more unwarranted penises than strictly necessary in a lifetime.”

“Asshole,” Bakugou grumbles, earning him another laugh and a bashful hand ruffling the back of Kirishima’s head.

“Still so sorry about that man,” Kirishima offers, “everything’s definitely on the house for you all! Speaking of ordering-“ Kirishima moves on to explain their ordering system-

“You can scan the code with your camera app,” the redhead says, pointing at the barcode on the centrepiece of their table, “and it pulls up our bar and food menu. Just enter your order and your table number,” he points at the large digits on the side that glows a bright 15 back at them.

Inasa pulls his phone out to order. Before he leaves, Kirishima says, “Can I get your drink order before I go?”

Camie asks for a LIIT, Inasa gets a Soju bomb and Todoroki starts off with his usual- a cosmo.

“You good on that beer?” Kirishima asks Bakugou warmly, his eyes dancing with mirth.

“I’m fine,” he grumbles, sliding lower into his seat. “Maybe get me another, your choice?”

“Coming right up,” Kirishima beams before stepping away, and Bakugou’s heart splutters around his chest at the sight of sharp white teeth and cheek-aching grins.

“He’s so cute!” Camie squeals, stealing the last of his beer. “And he’s totes into you too.”

“I have to agree, he’s very attractive,” Todoroki says impassively.

“Certified hottie,” Inasa rounds up, flashing his own biceps for some reason.

Bakugou is so done, and they’ve been here all 5 minutes.

  “Kirishim- Kirishima, the beer is overflowing,” Ashido says, pushing him away and taking over. “God, you’re so gone for him, it’s almost embarrassing.”

Kirishima snaps out of his stupor and moves to take the glass back. Ashido hip checks him away.

“You’re being a little stupid, go help Satou with plating and take the food to lover boy’s table.”

“He has a name, you know,” Kirishima mumbles, but Ashido simply laughs, and Kirishima feels his neck and ears go warm.

Because who let Bakugou walk into his bar looking like that? Looking so damn gorgeous in his all-black get up and his perfect eye make-up and that fierce scowl?

Kirishima’s heart had pretty much stopped at the sight of him, and it was yet to regain its usual rhythm.

The redhead rests his forehead against the wall and mumbles, “I’m so screwed.”

“We know buddy,” Sero says, patting his back sympathetically, “we know.”

  For all that Bakugou hates outings and people and outings in places filled with people, he finds himself having a moderately good time.

Because the food is delicious if lacking a little heat, the alcohol is mixed perfectly and the music is fantastic, filtering through old rock classics with some alt stuff mixed in.

And then there’s Kirishima- tending the bar with ease, laughing along with his co-workers, and sending Bakugou wide, happy smiles that sets his entire face on fire.

“This place is awesome,” Camie whoops, banging another shot glass on the table before knocking it back with ease. Todoroki joins her, his impassive face not so much as twitching at the taste of strong tequila before he bites into a lime. Inasa is already beer drunk, cheeks dusky as he hums along to the music.

“Insufferable,” Bakugou mumbles around his 4th-ish beer. He likes to keep up his grumpy act till his last shred of dignity melts away cause of the alcohol, and he’s probably pretty hit already because he lets Camie pull him into her side with her arm around his shoulder, his nose suddenly privy to the scent of her mellow perfume.

“I love you guys,” Camie beams, picking up her beer and waving it in front of her. Todoroki and Inasa clink their drinks against it, and Bakugou silently waves his own bottle around before downing it.

“You guys good on- oh my god, are you Camie? THE Camie?”

It’s Pinky at their table and her eyes are so comically wide that Bakugou can’t help his snort of laughter. He feels Camie straighten up, but her arm around him stays, holding him close.

“Define THE Camie,” she says with a smile in her voice.

“The beauty blogger that I’ve only been following for the last 3 years, holy shit I love your videos.” And then suddenly, her eyes narrow on Bakugou before she snaps her fingers. “NO WONDER YOU LOOK FAMILIAR! You’re the angry blonde in all her videos!”

“Haan? You wanna go pinky?” Bakugou growls, moving to stand up. Camie keeps him firmly by her side, her laughter shaking them both.

“That’s us!” Camie says. Bakugou finally fights his way out of her grip and throws her a withering look, or his drunken attempt at one anyway. She winks, and he fake gags. “I don’t get recognized in public all that often LOL, this is fun.”

“Did you just say LOL in a verbal fucking conversation?”

“What do you mean you don’t get recognized; you literally have like 3.2million subscribers.”

Camie ignores Bakugou and shrugs at Pinky. “I guess my primary demographic aint here fam. Speaking of which,” she thrusts her hand out, “what’s your name?”

“Ashido Mina,” she says, taking her hand firmly. Camie introduces her to the others, and Bakugou looks back at the bar, disappointed to see that he can’t find Kirishima.

“Can I top you guys off?” Kirishima says, suddenly right next to their table, effectively startling the shit outta Bakugou.

Camie chirps an affirmative, Todoroki asks for a water and checks to see if Inasa’s breathing as the big olf continues to sleep, curled up in the corner of the booth.

“And you Bakubro?”

“Don’t call me that,” Bakugou frowns before adding, “I should probably stop, I’m already kinda tipsy.”

“Lightweight,” Camie teases.

Bakugou gives her the stink eye. “Woman, the one time I tried keeping up with you, I ended up in the hospital with alcohol poisoning and you didn’t have so much as a hangover, so fuck off.”

“Seriously?” Kirishima says, eyes wide.

“That’s amazing,” Ashido murmurs, her smile crooked and dangerous.

Bakugou. Hates. Everything.

“He had no lasting liver damage, we’re all fine,” Camie reassures before diving into a conversation with Mina about beauty hacks and good mascara brands and global warming.

Kirishima leans close to Bakugou, bathing him in that warm sandalwood scent. “How about I get you some water and one last beer? A Hefeweizen?”

Bakugou turns to look at him, and his breath hitches in his throat when he notices how close they are, when he sees just how red Kirishima’s eyes are, how the heat seems to radiate off his skin. He exhales in a rush and looks away, answering with a jerky nod.

Kirishima gives his shoulder a friendly squeeze – he’s so warm, his hand is fucking huge – before walking to the bar and picking their stuff up.

When pinky finally meanders away from their table to serve other customers, Camie leans her head on Bakugou’s shoulder and says, “We’ll leave soon, ok?”

Bakugou nods again, leaning some of his weight back into her. Todoroki catches his eye and flashes him a warm, tipsy smile, and if he returns it with one of his own, well, he’s drunk out of his skull and has approximately no fucks to give.

  Long after putting Bakugou and his posse in a cab, before which they insisted on paying pretty much the entire tab since they ate and drank a LOT, Kirishima and the rest are cleaning up when Ashido whips him with her cleaning rag.

Kirishima looks at her with betrayed eyes, “Wha-“

“Ei, you better text him again.”

“About what?” Kirishima says glumly. “I did what I said I would do, and I promised to leave him alone after that.”

“Boy please,” Ashido scoffs, roughly wiping down one of the tables, “ya’ll made such gooey eyes at each other all night, plus I’m pretty sure he paid the entire tab just so you could keep up whatever façade you guys have going on to cover up the fact that you have INSANE chemistry with one another.”

“Yeah, the tension was palpable bro,” Sero chimes in, throwing an arm around his waist. “I think you should text him too. He seemed really amusing, and his whole group was a riot.”

Kirishima rolls his eyes at the pun but smiles at them, feeling a new burst of energy in his limbs.

“You guys are absolutely right! Worst case, he blocks me. At least I won’t have any regrets.”

“Yeah boy, get it with that optimism.”  

  Bakugou wakes up to a slight headache, a mouth that tastes like ash, and a profound sadness that settles atop his sternum, weighing him down and pressing him into his mattress.

He sees the glass of water on his bedside table with ibuprofen placed neatly next to it and downs them both without so much as a second thought. As his brain slowly comes back online, he takes a moment to finally navigate his messy feelings and comes to a crushing realization-

Kirishima doesn’t have to text him anymore.

The redhead had said that he’d leave him alone after making it up to him, and yes, it was Bakugou’s standoffish nature that got them into that situation in the first place. And yes, Bakugou had paid the tab mostly because it was too high a bill to be footed by the bar and Bakugou made bank, but also because a small, minuscule part of him hoped that the gesture would make Kirishima insist on another outing or something to ‘make it up to him'.

The blonde doesn’t even bother to acknowledge the fact that he forgave Kirishima almost two days into texting him.

He almost avoids his phone out of fear alone and makes it through a whole cup of coffee and 3 chapters into a novel recommended by Deku before finally picking up his phone to check for emails and notifications.

He expects none from Kirishima.

So, of course, there are 3 from the redhead.

Bakugou’s heart leaps to his throat and he can’t seem to unlock his phone quite fast enough.

fuck he’s cute hi Bakugou, thank you for coming last night!!!

fuck he’s cute it was actually really cool 2 finally meet you. U didn’t have to pay the tab tho :’D

fuck he’s cute bt since u did, I still owe u. can we figure it out later??? Also, what did you think of the place???

Bakugou dumbass

Bakugou you’ve got a swanky place, I’ll give you that. Food was fucking good too. could be spicier.  

Bakugou you got cam completely hooked

Bakugou and yeah, you better make it up to me later. Asshole.

Kirishima replies a few hours later, just as Bakugou finishes up a yoga routine that stretches out his back in the best way possible.

fuck he’s cute :D :D :D :D :D

fuck he’s cute can’t wait

fuck he’s cute <image attached>

fuck he’s cute ruby says hi

It’s a selfie this time, not a picture of just the kitty. Bakugou can appreciate how cute the mutt is, but for once, he has no attention to spare her. Not when Kirishima’s eyes are crinkling around the edges from how hard he smiles up at the camera, not when he’s wearing a tank top with relaxed arm holes, showing off bulging muscles and hints of ink, and not when just the mere thought of him makes Bakugou’s stomach flop around uncontrollably.

He barely manages to reply coherently.

Bakugou the only bright spot in this shitty world

He presses his phone to his forehead and quietly contemplates just how gay he is. Camie pets his head on the way to the kitchen.

  It takes Bakugou some time to get used to waking up to Good Morning texts and a stream of random thoughts from Kirishima all day. The flutter in his stomach disappears a few weeks into talking to the redhead, instead replaced by a bone-deep warmth that always manages to make him feel a little better.

dumbass kirishima GOOOOOOOD MORNING :D

dumbass Kirishima someone threw up on my fave shoes last night

Bakugou HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Bakugou suffer

dumbass Kirishima y u so mean to me ☹ ☹

Bakugou cause its fuckin hilarious

dumbass Kirishima ☹

Bakugou ugh

Bakugou <image attached> [it’s a picture of Bakugou’s balcony, and all his plants look vibrant green as the sun hits them just right]

dumbass Kirishima :D :D :D

dumbass Kirishima legit felt my serotonin just spike

dumbass Kirishima thxxxxxx

Bakugou whatever

Bakuguo dumbass

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 Bakugou if I plan a murder can I count on your stupid muscles to help me move the body

dumbass Kirishima D:

dumbass Kirishima at least take me out to dinner b4 involving me in your crimes

dumbass Kirishima what a lack of manners

Bakugou stfu

dumbass Kirishima :”D :”D

dumbass Kirishima youre joking right?

dumbass Kirishima right??

dumbass Kirishima RIGHT?????

dumbass Kirishima BAKUGOU THIS IS A BAD TIME TO LEAVE ME HANGING BRO DO NOT DO THIS

Bakugou don’t call me bro

dumbass Kirishima THAT IS NOT THE POINT RIGHT NOW

Bakugou lol I didn’t do shit dumbass don’t worry

Bakugou or did I?

dumbass Kirishima BAKUGOU NO

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 dumbass Kirishima <image attached> [it’s a gym selfie; Kirishima is crouching in front of the mirror shirtless, hair pulled into a bun atop his head. He’s glistening with sweat, and he’s got a more serious look on his face. He’s not actively flexing any muscle, but the pose makes his thighs, calves and biceps bulge. One hand holds the phone, the other is resting on his bent knee]

dumbass Kirishima working on deez gainz

Bakugou what time do you usually workout

dumbass Kirishima depends on my schedule actually

dumbass Kirishima I prefer the morning, but when I take the late night shift I usually go be4 work the next day

Bakugou hmmm

Bakugou let me know

Bakugou maybe we can go together

dumbass Kirishima :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

Bakugou ugh I changed my mind

dumbass Kirishima :D :D :D :D

dumbass Kirishima no takebacksies

Bakugou fucking fantastic

dumbass Kirishima :D :D :D

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 “So, let me get this straight- you guys gym together at least once a week, you talk every day, your stomach flutters at the mere thought of him and Cam swears he’s making googly eyes at you all the time, and you still haven’t asked each other out yet?”

Bakugou flips his phone off, “Fuck off Deku, don’t be a little shit.”

Midoriya’s face morphs into an amused smile on the other end of their facetime call, “Are you being bashful Kacchan? That’s adorable.”

“I’m hanging up.”

“NOOOOO,” Midoriya bemoans dramatically. “I can’t believe I’m missing all this.”

“Yeah, well, who the fuck told you to teach kids English halfway across the world dumbass?”

“I miss you too Kacchan,” Midoriya beams, making a heart with his hands.

“I truly loathe you.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Midoriya puts a few papers away before sighing. “So?”

“So what?”

“So, are you going to make a move? How do you plan on doing it?”

“I don’t,” Bakugou ruffles his hair and ducks his head to hide his rapidly warming cheeks, “I’m not asking him out Deku, fuck that.”

“Why not?” the asshole whines, eyes wide and innocent. “You deserve happiness Kacchan. Plus, he seems like a really nice guy.” Midoriya leans forward and adds in a whisper, “I’ve heard he has a fantastic butt.”

Bakugou rolls his eyes and flips him off again, “Fuck off, you can’t say that without actually meeting him.”

“I’ll be back before then. You guys better be dating already when I get there.”

“Stop telling me what to do, shitty Deku!”

“Never Kacchan, that’s what you do for the people you love.”

“Ugh, how are you so gross when you’re so far away, I hate you.”

Midoriya’s laugh sounds tinny over the phone speaker, lacking its usual body and warmth. Bakugou huffs again before picking his novel back up to read.

“Hi Zuku,” Camie calls out from over Bakugou’s shoulder. “You need to come back soon and help me with Kitkat, he refuses to make the first move!”

“Butt out of my fucking love life, you freaks!”

“Can’t butt out of something that doesn’t exist Kats,” Camie deadpans.

Bakugou feels extremely justified in flinging a stress ball right at her. The kitchen fills up with raucous laughter, from his phone and from the person standing in front of him, and Bakugou thinks that adding a deeper, warmer laugh to the mix, coming from a specific redhead might not be the worst thing in the world.

  Kiri bakugouuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Bakugou what?

Kiri just wanted to say hi <3

Bakugou wth

Kiri we still on fr the gym tomorrow?

Bakugou obviously you dumbass

Bakugou I need you to spot me

Bakugou im beating my personal best tomorrow or im going to die trying

Kiri so manly :O :O :O

Kiri I’ve got you bruh

Bakugou don’t call me that

Bakugou and I know you do

Kiri <3 <3

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 Bakugou <link>

Bakugou that playlist you were asking about

Kiri u da bomb katsuki

Bakugou katsuki huh?

Bakugou getting cocky I see

Kiri I mean, weve known each other for like 4 months now???

Kiri ur one of my closest pals

Kiri I don’t have to, I just thought ud like it more than bro

Bakugou I do like it more than bro

Bakugou eijirou

Bakugou I guess ur not terrible

Eijirou ????

Eijirou did you just?? pay me????? A compliment??

Eijirou who r u and wat have you done to katsuki?

Bakugou fuck you

Bakugou just fuck you

Eijirou <3 <3 <3

  Bakugou wakes up one morning, approximately 5 months after meeting Kirishima for the first time, with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

His work goes smoothly. The coffee tastes potent and fresh, his body feels fine, his plants are thriving, Camie is busy with her own deadlines and therefore not bugging him, even the sun is mellow and warm; the perfect weather.

The pit in his stomach worsens with every hour.

It doesn’t help that all of his messages to Kirishima have gone unanswered; he hasn’t even been online all day. In the months that they’ve communicated, he’s never gone a day without texting the man, and now it’s like he fell off the face of the Earth.

When it gets closer to 6 in the evening, Bakugou decides to call if Kirishima doesn’t get in touch himself. Because the pit in his stomach is making him nauseous, and he needs to know if the redhead is ok if only for the sake of his own damn health.

He gets a call from an unknown number at 5:20 in the evening. The pit in his stomach becomes a yawning chasm as he picks up the call.

“Hello?”

“Bakugou, it’s Ashido, from the bar.”

Bakugou pulls in a deep breath. “Where is Kirishima?”

“Um, there was an incident last night, at Riot.” She sighs deeply before continuing, “Kiri got jumped in the alley outside by a bunch of really drunk homophobic assholes that saw him turn down some guy’s number. He actually fought them off for the most part, but he’s sustained a broken nose and some fractured ribs. We’re at the hospital right now.”

Bakugou sinks to the ground, his stomach plummeting with him. “Are you fucking serious right now? Fuck-“

“I’ll text you the hospital details, ok? I’m sorry we didn’t call sooner, between talking to his moms and the hospital folks, it slipped my mind.”

“I’ll be there,” Bakugou says, standing up on shaky feet and stumbling back to his room. “Just don’t leave him alone.”

“Never in a million years.”

They hang up and Bakugou changes, hails a cab, and gets to the hospital in a complete daze.

His affection for the redhead, brimming and spilling from every crevice, makes itself evident when he lays eyes on him in the hospital bed and feels a surge of protectiveness. He wants to kill the people that did this, he wants to gather Kirishima in his arms and hold him tight, he wants to crawl into bed with him and talk about stupid shit and see him smile again.

“He’s pretty high on pain meds right now,” Ashido says from somewhere behind him, pointing to his IV lines, “so he’s been saying really funny stuff. The doctors did a full evaluation and said he should recover completely in 5ish weeks.”

Bakugou nods and swallows thickly. Ashido squeezes his arm before leaving the hospital room, shutting the door behind her softly.

Kirishima hasn’t seen him yet, so Bakugou approaches his bed carefully before placing a hand on the guardrail. The noise pulls Kirishima’s attention towards him, and Bakugou’s gut tightens when those large, warm eyes go completely soft at the sight of him.

“Kassaki~” Kirishima slurs, his smile large and dopey.

“You absolute dumbass,” Bakugou chokes out, his hand moving from the rail to grip Kirishima’s tightly. Kirishima’s fingers twine with his own with practised ease and his smile turns gooey.

“Hi Kats, you look beautiful today.”

Bakugou half-laughs, half-sobs and rubs his eyes fiercely. Kirishima’s face is a bit bruised, and there’s a huge bandage on his nose, but he doesn’t look nearly as bad as Bakugou had first feared. The pit in his stomach finally calms, slowly loosening until he can breathe normally again.

“Shut up Eiji,” Bakugou grumbles, sitting down on the chair beside the bed. He leaves his hand in Kirishima’s.

“Ok,” Kirishima agrees easily. It takes 10 seconds for him to break the silence again.

“Hey Kats?”

“What?”

“Are we dating?”

Bakugou startles at that, eyes snapping over to Kirishima’s. He doesn’t look accusatory or hurt or weirded out or anything- merely curious.

“No, we’re not.”

“Oh.” Kirishima frowns, “Why not?”

Bakugou huffs out a small laugh, “Because we’re both idiots.”

“Oh,” the redhead says, then nods. “That kinda tracks.”

“HEY!”

Kirishima’s smile becomes dopey again, eyes crinkling in the most endearing way.

“I really like you Kats. You’re so smart and funny and you always smell like fabric softener, and you’re just like. Really pretty.”

Bakugou feels his face heat up completely, his grip on Kirishima’s hand tightening.

“Just rest, you dumbass,” Bakugou says weakly, his entire body too hot for comfort. He watches Kirishima’s smile become something warm and loving in a way that hits his heart, and he doesn’t let go of the redhead’s hand, right up until the end of visiting hours.

When he exits the hospital alongside Ashido, he feels the last of his energy drain.

“I cant believe we didn’t get to him sooner,” Ashido mumbles, rubbing at her eyes fiercely. “The bar was noisy, and he just wanted to dump out some trash. Hanta noticed he was gone a while before we went out back and found him punching the last dude.”

Bakugou purses his lips. Truth be told, he cant believe Kirishima had gotten so badly hurt so close to his own bar, and he’s pissed as fuck that the idiot brigade had even let it happen, but the sincerity in Ashido’s voice tugs at his chest painfully.

“I’m sure he’ll forgive you.” Bakugou laughs humorlessly. “He’ll probably say there’s nothing to forgive in the first place.”

Ashido’s laugh is hollow, “That’s our Eijirou.” She looks at Bakugou again. “You coming tomorrow?”

He flashes her his best sneer. “You best believe I’m going to come by every single fucking day till he’s discharged.”

Ashido’s smile becomes a little more genuine, a little more well-rounded.

“I’m really glad he has you.” Her voice goes all soft and gross as she continues, “You mean a LOT to him, in case you didn’t already know.”

“Fuck off,” Bakugou mumbles, before waving her off and walking away.

Because he does know.

He also knows he’s falling madly in love with him, and that he’s completely and utterly screwed.

And he finds that he really doesn’t mind all that much. Some people, he rationalizes, are worth the horrible butterflies and the too hot too cold feelings down the back of his spine.

Some people, he realizes, are worth loving with everything you’ve got.

  It takes Kirishima five weeks of house arrest to recover completely. Bakugou spends every weekday and a few of the weekends with him, staying over more often than not. He fusses over the redhead, forces him to take his medication on time, and cooks him everything under the sun.

“You’re spoiling me,” the redhead whines when Bakugou serves him what smells like the best mapo tofu he’s ever going to have.

The blonde grins triumphantly, “You’re damn right I am.”

They bicker and banter constantly, but they also curl up and marathon old bond movies at night. Kirishima goes over the bar’s paperwork while Bakugou works off his couch, and they take turns making the coffee. Ruby falls in love with Bakugou and curls up on his chest every chance she gets, and Bakugou laughs at Kirishima’s look of betrayal. The redhead’s couch is ridiculously comfortable, and he leaves his memory foam pillow with the blonde.

“You refuse to take my bed,” he grumbles, “so you damn well better accept my stupid pillow.”

Bakugou’s neck thanks the redhead profusely.

It’s new and weird, living with someone for the first time. Kirishima’s posse are in and out through the day, and Camie comes by just as often, bringing a change of clothes and gossip with her. Todoroki drops in with some high-quality tequila sometimes and Inasa brings his infectious energy, and through all of this, Kirishima remains in high spirits, even if he goes a little stir crazy sometimes.

It’s new and it’s weird, going from casual touches to more loving ones, more comforting ones. It becomes commonplace for Bakugou to rest his head between Kirishima’s shoulder blades on the days that he has a bad time at work. It’s normal for Kirishima to place his head on Bakugou’s lap while they watch shark documentaries. It’s easy for them to bump knees and press their calves together while enjoying their morning coffee.

It’s new and it’s weird and it’s amazing.

Because Bakugou finds himself falling in love with the little things. The way Kirishima sticks his tongue out when he’s smashing the PS5 controller during an especially intense game of Mario party, the way he makes the coffee with a sleepy smile on his face, the way he hums off-key to a song that’s stuck in his head, the way he can understand Bakugou- can differentiate between his frustrated fuck, his bashful fuck, his angry fuck, his sleepy fuck.

And how he accepts it all without so much as a hitch in his step.

Bakugou watches himself fall in love, slowly, and then all at once.

  “How is it that he lived with you for almost 5 weeks and you STILL didn’t ask him out? Or kiss him stupid? Or something?”

Sero has a finger pinching the bridge of his nose, the other flexing loosely in front of his chest as he tries to fathom the stupidity of two people that could not be more into each other if they tried.

“I, I uh-“ Kirishima hangs his head, “I have no excuse.” He sighs deeply. “I was scared he’d give me a pity answer cause I was injured and everything.”

Ashido looks over her shoulder with incredulous eyes. “Are you kidding me?”

“What?”

“Eiji, I know you love us so like, if any of us were hurt like this you’d take care of us till we were better too. But do you think someone like BAKUGOU would practically move into someone’s house to make sure they were ok if he wasn’t nuts about them? Really?”

Kirishima’s face flushes, and he waves her away. “I don’t want to read into it. He’s just a really, really, really good guy. And what we have is good, it’s great! We’re bros. Pals. Friends. It’s all good.”

Ashido continues to stare at him for another moment before throwing her hands up and yelling, “BOYS!” She stomps into the kitchen to help Satou with prep for the day.

They continue to stock up the bar, Kirishima assigned to prepping limes and the ice machine, when the door opens and someone steps in.

“Sorry, we’re not op- Bakugou?”

And there stands the blonde with the biggest bouquet of flowers – chrysanthemums and sunflowers – that Kirishima has ever seen. The redhead distantly hears the sound of a door close behind him, and suddenly they’re alone, the tension positively stifling.

“Bakugo-“

“Go on a date with me.”

Kirishima sucks in a startled breath, his heart hammering in his chest.

“Go on a date. With me,” Bakugou repeats, his neck and ears tinging the loveliest shade of red. “The romantic kind. Where we dress up and get food and drinks and fight over the bill and walk each other to the door and get super awkward before we kiss. All that shit.”

Kirishima isn’t sure how it happens- one moment he’s on this side of the bar, the next, he’s jumping across and gathering Bakugou into a tight embrace, mindful of his newly healed ribs but still unwilling to release the blonde until Bakugou returns his hug, burying his face into Kirishima’s chest.

“Is that a yes?” Bakugou mumbles when they finally pull away, his hands fisted in Kirishima’s shirt.

“In every possible language out there,” Kirishima answers, ducking down to softly kiss Bakugou on the cheek. He laughs as the blonde cusses and shoves him away and laughs even harder when Bakugou’s own smile covers his entire face, bright and open and oh so breathtaking.

That smile is Kirishima’s and Kirishima’s alone.

  Eiji hiiiiiiiiiiii

Bakugou I swear to god Ei

Bakugou if you’re late for our first date I will find you

Eiji and give me a kiss? :*

Bakugou I don’t kiss people that don’t have good time management

Bakugou so fuck off

Eiji still so mean to me ☹

Eiji I want that kiss tho

Eiji so ill be ready

Eiji promise

Bakugou good

Eiji  <3

Bakugou <3

Eiji :D :D :D :D :D :D

Eiji YOU LIKE ME ENOUGH TO SEND EMOJIS HU H <3333

Bakugou it will never happen again

Bakugou so fuck right off

Eiji :”D

Bakugou im outside

Eiji be right there

Eiji <3  

[erensonly]

Cuddle Buddies (Bakugou x Black! Reader)

[series masterlist], [previous chapter], [next chapter]

Chapter 12: Movie Night

WARNING: SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR THE DEMON SLAYER MOVIE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION ⚠️

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Walking out the classroom with Mina's arm wrapped around yours, you continue speaking about your favorite show.

"And then he was like 'I've been using you all this time.' Girl, I was shook-"

"Well, would you look at the failures of class A." Here goes this obsessed weirdo again. Every time you see Monoma, he's saying something about the class.

You and Mina continue to walk. You both are behind everyone else and Bakugou was pretty far ahead with Kirishima, Denki, and Sero.

"Just ignore him bro," you heard Kirishima say to Bakugou.

"What? Don't have anything to say?" He's really starting to get on your nerves but you keep it pushing. But he can't keep his mouth shut to save his life.

"And you Bakugou," he starts, putting emphasis on his name," You're the worst here. Your nasty attitude and boring quirk, I really don't know how you get into U.A." That's it.

Making your way to stand next to Bakugou, you can hear him yelling at Monoma. Something about him being a worthless extra.

"Bakugou, don't even worry about this idiot. He knows nothing."

"And you. You think you know everything, but you're weak. You wouldn't stand a chance against my class. Do you even understand what I'm saying?"

That was the last straw.

"Listen here you dirt neck, untalented, worthless, piece of shit. I don't know who you think you are, and I don't know who you think I am, but I will fuck you and you classmates up."

"If I hear you say something about my class, especially Bakugou, I will whoop you, your classmates, and your teachers' ass so bad they won't come back to school for the next few days. You got that, or do I have to show it to you?"

You felt somebody grab your arm. Not knowing or caring who it was, you shake them off and walk closer to Monoma, poking your finger to his chest.

"You got that bitch boy?"

"Y-yeah."

"That's what the hell I thought."

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Walking away, you make your way to your dorm. You were irritated, offended, and angry. You close your door and just lay there on the bed, trying to calm down.

You just couldn't believe that somebody who talked so much stuff, was so weak. You couldn't wait to get your hands on him. And if any of his classmates had a problem, they can get the same treatment.

(really said hands are rated E for everyone 👩🏾‍💻)

You hear someone open the door. You know that it's Katsuki, but you don't really feel like talking, so you turn around and stay silent.

You feel him lay next to you and cuddle up behind you. "You good?" He sounded kinda concerned but not really. He knew that if you got like this that you would be fine within an hour or so.

"Yeah, I'm good."

"You should've let me beat his ass." That's such a Bakugou thing to say.

"I would've did it first. He deserves it. And next time I see him and he even breathes wrong, I'm whopping his ass."

"Not if I do it first."

Turning over, you scoot closer to Bakugou, nuzzling your face in his chest. "Your tits are bigger than mine 'Tsuki."

Pushing your head away from him, he looks shocked and slightly embarrassed. "What the hell do you mean my tits are bigger than yours? I don't got 'Tits.'"

"Yeah you do. And they're soft and squishy. You gotta drop that work out routine babe."

"Fuck off." He rolled off the bed and started to open the door to leave. You knew he was joking but you still got up and jumped on his back. He stumbled but still caught you.

"Come on thickems. Let's go to the living room and see what everyone else is doing."

He smacked your leg and took off running down the hall to the stairs. "Hold on tight, kay?"

Humming in response, he starts to go down the stairs. Reaching the end of the stairs he runs to the couch, chucking you onto it.

Sitting upright, he sits on your lap, mimicking how you wrap your arms around his neck. Wrapping your arms around his slim waist, you copy how he nuzzles his head into you neck.

"Can I join?" you look down and see that weird pervert.

"Get the hell away from me before I kick your ass you shitty extra."

Raising your leg as much as you could, you kick mineta away from you. He landed near the coffee table.

"Can we join?" This time it was Midoriya and Kirishima.

"No-"

"Yes-" You both said at the same time.

"Why can't they cuddle with us? They can be our little children." You jokingly asked that just to rile him up a little bit.

"Because only I can cuddle you." He gripped you a little tighter.

"Fine. Then let me lay on your lap." He got off of you and lied your head on his lap. Kirishima and Midoriya jumped on the couch. Midoriya put his head on your legs and Kirishima put his head on Bakugou's other leg.

"Get the hell off of me- Get your big ass head of my girlfriend, Deku!" The three of you started to laugh. You all just stayed there and got comfy.

"Kacchan, let's watch a movie," you proposed.

"Let's all watch it with the rest of the class."

Everyone agreeing, you all went off to do your parts of the task. You grabbed snacks, Midoriya grabbed blankets, and Kirishima and Bakugou went to gather everyone in the living area.

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Earlier this week everyone in the class had binged Demon Slayer together. Now, it was time to watch the movie.

When you returned to the living room everyone was already there getting into their spots to get comfortable. You, Midoriya and Kirishima got back in your spots snuggling each other.

"Everybody ready?" you asked. Everyone replied yes and you pressed play on the movie.

The movie started off good. A few laughs and chuckles here and there. Some excitement with the fighting scenes. At this point in time, you had gotten to the middle of the movie and nothing too intense had happened yet.

The movie introduced you to the one of main demons of the movie. The room was silent minus some crunching of snacks. Everyone was so enticed and focused on the movie that it was completely silent.

Now it was nearing the end of the movie. They had defeated the weird demon dude, but now Tanjiro was injured. And to their luck, there was now a new demon here.

You moved up a little on Katsuki's lap. You could already feel something bad about to happen. It was way too intense for it not to be something bad. You saw Rengoku fight this insanely strong demon, whilst telling Tanjiro and Inosuke to stay back. He would handle it.

Your heart rate went up a bit, something horrific was about to happen. "Kacchan, I'm worried for him."

"Me too. Don't worry about it too much."

Smoke was all you saw. You thought he had won, but no. He was extremely injured and it was not going well. The demon seemed okay. He was able to regenerate.

Then it happened.

(aye, i'm not finna say too much of you haven't seen it yet, but to tell you how it went. i finished the movie sobbing. literally)

The then silent room was now filled with sniffles and sobs. Why him? Why did they have to take him? You all had grown attached to the characters from the anime as well as this movie and now it was taken away.

The movie was over. Everyone still crying. And by everyone, I mean everyone. Katsuki was trying to hold in his tears and sobs, but it was not happening. By now Midoriya and Kirishima had moved next to each other to cry together.

You climbed on Bakugou's lap and buried your head in his neck, still crying. That's when he finally let go. You both just sat there crying with everyone else.

"Why him?"

"I don't know Katsu."

"They just can't make us get attached and then snatch it away."

" I know."

The wailing had died down and was reduced to sniffles and whispers to each other. Everyone was sad and heartbroken.

"Let's watch something else," Denki proposed. Everyone agreed and you turned on White Chicks. This was their first time seeing it so it was fun watching them laugh at it.

Somewhere in between the movie you must have fallen asleep because now you were in Bakugou's room with him cuddled up to you as well.

You started to regret falling asleep because now you definitely weren't going to be able to sleep for the rest of the night. You grabbed the manga that was on his nightstand and let the sleepless night take you in.

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and that is a wrap. I hope i didn't spoil too much for those who haven't watched it. but a warning, you will cry and if you don't you're a child a satan himself. y'all stay safe and i'll see you soon with another update🖤

[karmasuna]

Headcanons for Shinsou, Sero and Monoma for pretending to be a couple to try a new dessert that's trademarked as couples only. They didn't think there was hope til their crush shows up nervous and adorable looking

first time writing monoma i think (?) he kinda turned out to like oikawa or something but yeah hehe

Shinso Hitoshi

○ this man likes saving money if he can, because who doesn’t and he’d rather save a few extra dollars to spend on video games than spend it on anything else

○ so when he overhears his classmates talking about a couples-only all-you-can-eat dessert buffet opening up near UA, his mind instantly drifting towards you being his best option to go with

○ after school that day he just straight up asks you whether you could be his fake girlfriend for a day

○ which makes you really flustered since your crush was asking you to be his girlfriend 

○ well, fake girlfriend, which of course you wish wasn’t fake, but you still accept nonetheless even though you were a little disappointed, agreeing to go with him that weekend

○ it’s not the first time you’d gone somewhere together with just the two of you, but for some reason this time feels so different since you were going on a “date”, apparently 

○ you’re relieved that the other boy seemed to have put a little more effort than usual into freshening up as well, since it made you feel a little less awkward about having dressed up for this “date”

○ but on the bright side the waitress doesn’t even bat an eye when you show up asking for the couples’ deal, even complimenting you and saying you looked cute together

○ and all the desserts and sugar help you loosen up too, and with the more you both consume you become more bit loose lipped

○  “Yaknow ‘Toshi, the waitress was right. We’d totally make a cute couple,” you say between bites of cake, making him choke on his own in surprise

○  “You’re not wrong,” he says evenly, trying to calm down the flush threatening to rise to his face. “This doesn’t have to be a fake date if you don’t want it to be.”

○ “Okay then. Congratulations, you’re my boyfriend now,” you giggle, a wave of excitement washing over you as an equally wide smile spreads across his face

○ “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Sero Hanta

○ at first, Mina’s the one who told him about the new couples-only dessert at a cafe near school that you frequent, not-so-subtly dropping hints about how he should go and try it with you, literally dumping your entire schedule onto him so he would know when to ask you

○ the entire bakusquad pressures him into doing it. at first he’s quite reluctant to ask since he was pretty sure you would reject him

○ but Kaminari threatens to tell you about his crush on you if he doesn’t, so he reluctantly sends you a text asking if you wanted to go check it out with him that weekend pretending to be a couple 

○ he’s about ready to crawl into a hole and erase his entire existence after he hits send, and his heart nearly stops when you reply to him within a minute telling saying that you would love to go with him

○ he becomes a nervous wreck the night before too, texting you asking if you were sure you wanted to do this, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, and you assure him that you did want to

○ so the next day he even shows up a little earlier, waiting for you at the door of the cafe, a little worried that you wouldn’t come at all

○ but thank goodness you do, and he suddenly finds it so hard to focus on anything but how cute you looked in your outfit, complimenting you on it and watching as you flush a little from his words

○ even though this was supposed to be a fake date though, the shy smiles and small talk you share make you feel as if it was more of a real date 

○  “This doesn’t really feel like a fake date, Sero.”

○ “We can make it real if you want.”

Monoma Neito

○ Monoma is definitely that type of guy who jumps on every single opportunity to force you into doing couple-like things with him even when you aren’t dating 

○ like it’s so blatant to everybody (including you) that he’s desperate to go out with you and will try absolutely anything to get you to date him

○ so when he sees an ad while he’s scrolling through his Twitter for a couples-only sundae at a cafe near UA he pounces on the opportunity

○ forwarding the post to you and then proceeding to spam you with hearts asking you to go with him this weekend because he wants to try it

○ the stuff he sends you is disgusting embarrassing and makes you want to block him but the onslaught of heart emojis he sends nearly crashes your phone before you can do that

○ and you’d promised Kendo that you would be nice to him to so he wouldn’t go whining to her about his broken heart, so you reply with a half-assed response agreeing to meet him there

○ honestly he doesn’t think you’d show up. If anything he knows you’re kinda annoyed by his constant advances but he’s still gotta shoot his shot because HE HAS A FAT CRUSH ON YOU

○ he feels a little like an idiot sitting there alone in the cafe that Sunday waiting for you, desperately trying to tell the unconvinced waitress that yes his girlfriend would be showing up soon please don’t kick him out

○ so when he sees you walking in all dressed up prettily he nearly squeals in excitement, frantically waving you over to where he was with a shit-eating grin on his face that made you want to die of embarrassment being seen and (hopefully) mistaken as a couple

○ “I didn’t think you’d come, Y/N-chan!”

○ “Yeah, me neither, but here I am,” you sigh, not wanting meet his gaze that was currently burning holes into you

○ but you have to admit that seeing him look so excited and happy to be with you did make your heart race a little

○ and he calls the waitress over, proudly showing you off and asking for the couples-only sundae. the waitress looks very very surprised, shooting you a confused look as if to say “you sure you like him?”

○ but you get the sundae anyways, much to his delight, begging you to take pictures with him and to let him take pictures of just you too

○ “I’m considering this our first date, Y/N,” he says as he eagerly takes pictures of you from many different angles, making you a little flustered from all the attention

○ “It’s not like you’ll listen if I tell you not to anyways, so I guess so.”

○ “See, I knew you’d come around and love me!”

[pearl-blue-musings]

Grow as We Go: part 8

Hi part 8 mates!

Written portion in between so you know the deal

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x fem!reader

Warnings: language and gets a little sad

this occurs a couple weeks after the last chapter

9 Masterlist

It was weird for you to be up at 7 whatever in the morning. But it was weirder to have someone else be knocking on your door.

“Alright whoever you are, you better have a good reason for being here. I don’t show off my morning look to everyone.”

When you open the door, you’re met with light blue eyes filled with worry and fear. His figure looms over you more than before and you know you’d never forget that blond hair anywhere.

“Monoma?”

The man in front of you, chuckling nervously. It’s a strange thing to you. Monoma had always exuded confidence, despite any disadvantage he might’ve been dealing with. So seeing him so nervous in your presence in unsettling even though it is early.

“I know you’re surprised to see me. I’d be flattered having to see so much beauty this early!”

You couldn’t help the smile of nostalgia that came to your features. Your smile eased Monoma’s uneasiness as he whispers, “that’s the smile I know. Can I come in? It’ll be very quick, I swear.”

You shrug and let him in, handing him a pair of house slippers. You hadn’t thought hard enough about this interaction, not sure how you would even bring up any type of conversation with him. But just like with Hitoshi, it’s high time you truly come clean with your feelings and intentions.

The two of you stand in your kitchen, leaning on the countertop and it reminds you of your days and dates back at U.A. It’s bittersweet, but hopefully all of that will change. 

“You’re probably wondering how I found you?” He sees you nod and goes on. “Well, I have a small mission with Fatgum’s agency, I’m headed there now actually. And-”

“Let me guess,” you interrupt, “either he or Kiri sent you my information cause of my affiliation?”

A knowing chuckle leaves his lips as he remembers how often you’d do that, knowing him full well. “Yeah pretty much. I know I could be using your services at some point so I wanted to meet with you in a less formal setting.”

If this was anyone else who had come to see you so early, you would’ve needed at least 20 extra minutes to unwrap and unroll your hair and prepare it for the day, but Monoma had seen you like this before so you weren’t upset. You fiddle with your fingers, trying to avoid the anxiety rising so you try to not look in his eyes but your eyes settle on his left hand. Specifically his left ring finger.

You gape, “Oh my god are you married?!”

Your question catches him off guard as he looks at his hand. “Ah yes! I’ve been with Itsuka for almost a year now.”

“Congrats! I always knew there was something between the two of you. I’m really happy for you.”

He flushes, he actually flushes, at your congrats to his marriage. He had been waiting for the right segway and here it is. “Thank you, I really appreciate that. I’ll tell her I saw you.” He pauses to carefully formulate his next words. “She wasn’t the reason I broke up with you. Well I mean, a small part, but not the initial reason!”

You cross your arms, but you weren’t upset. Although the break up hurt, you weren’t caught off guard by it. “It’s okay, Neito, really. I had a feeling... But, what’s the other reason?”

He gives you a calm and reassuring smile, something that looks more common on his features. He seems more relaxed, less of an uptight asshole. “Since we’re being open, I ended our relationship because of Shinsou.”

Your eyes widen at his confession. “Wait,” you stutter, “what? What does Hitoshi have to do with us?”

“Nothing and everything honestly.”

“I’m not following.”

“(Y/n), honey, he was absolutely in love with you.”

He’s gotta be lying, right? You two were merely best friends. Super close, did everything together, deeply cared for each other and had each others backs...There was that one time one student from class B tried flirting with him and you were, strangely upset.

Oh.

“Oh.”

Monoma slouches over. “That’s all you have to say? I reveal why I broke up with you and that’s all you have to say?”

“This is a lot for me to take in! I’m meeting him soon!”

His eyes go wide and a knowing smirk comes to his face. “Is he now? You guys are talking? I have to admit, when you disappeared after I dumped you-”

“Always so sensitive,” you say snarky-like.

“He beat me up. Yeah, gave me this scar on my arm. When you left he didn’t talk to anyone for a while. It was sad. I wanted to reach out but Itsuka talked me out of it. I wish I hadn’t listened to her because his love for you turned to hate so quickly.”

Monoma’s words were breaking your heart. You knew you had hurt Shinsou bit you didn’t know the extent of it. What a double whammy that must’ve been for him. You moved away after being dumped with no explanation. What kind of friend were you?

You feel a lukewarm finger touch your face to wipe a single tear. “Hey, don’t blame this on you. I really did love you, I did. But Shinsou? He thought the world of you, maybe still does. I couldn’t keep hurting two people I care about like that! What kind of man do you take me for?” He got you to laugh with that and that calmed his heart. “You didn’t leave because of that right?”

You shook your head and whisper, “No, it was a family thing. I can elaborate later.”

He nods in affirmation and steps back, giving you space. The air around the two of you felt nice, comfortable. It had been so long since you’ve felt like this with him and it was one other thing you needed in your life. You had talked with Monoma and things with Hitoshi were incredible. Things really couldn’t get any better than this.

You walk him to your door, noticing the time getting closer to his meeting time. You two share a couple of laughs and banter flows easily. You open the door and are about to let him leave, when you tug on his jacket. He turns to you, knowing the gesture and pulls you into a hug. He holds you tightly, caressing your back and swaying you back and forth. His head rests atop of yours like old times and it feels so good. You’re too caught up in the moment to comprehend what’s going on around you.

You pull away and then wave him off. You heart was content. You knew today would be the day you would confess your true feelings.

And hopefully Shinsou would do the same.

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If your name isn’t a link I couldn’t tag you I’m sorry!

[your-average-weeb-dealer]

Playing Just Dance with MHA characters headcannons

I can see Denki being really bad but also really into it.

Todoroki is the type who just moves their hands and gets a perfect score

Mina and s/o are ✨killing it✨ obviously

Iida keeps getting bad scores because he can only do the hand chop thingy

Kirishima’s dancing all the “girly” songs like: 💃 manly 💃

Somehow Mirio got in and be brought Tamkai and Nejire before starting to 🕺dance 🕺

Monoma found out everyone was dancing and challenged 1-A to a dance battle but no one in 1-B cared so they just started dancing with 1-A because they were actually invited

TestuTesu joined Kiri in his 💃manly dance💃

And Sero taped Mineta up in his room so the grape isn’t there to ruin the mood

This all happened on a Monday night so all the teachers are like 🧍‍♂️ really? 🧍‍♂️

Also I think it would be really cute because there’s a bunch of songs that are for/ their implied to be for romantic couples

omg I can see it (these are really short cause theres a lot, also I based the songs on what I think your relationship would be like, sorry for my poor music taste lol) 

Just dance party with mha characters

style: headcannons

Genre: fluff

warnings: none!

“Come on Todoroki~ You gotta move some more!! It’s called just dance not just stand!” (mina) 

“I don’t see the point of flailing my arms around when I can just  move my hand and get a ‘perfect’“ (Todoroki)

Denki and s/o: 

You’re is definitely winning 

He gets all pouty about it

He may or may not google “how to beat Just Dance every time” 

But he’s still having fun 

He’d pick you on the high note and kiss you all passionately 

Song: Electric love, by BORNS (come on, did you really think i’d pick something else?) 

Todoroki and S/o

He’s not that into it 

Please stop making him dance to “hot n cold” by Katy Perry. 

He’ll end up making some dark joke about his past halfway through and everyone would look at him like ‘you good bro?’ 

He’d hold your pinky with his left hand because he really only needs his right in order to win 

Song: Snowman by Sia 

Mina and s/o

She’s going 101%

Of course she’s dominating everyone (Todoroki’s a close second though) 

She’s going be extra af 

You’re both wearing matching outfits, there's no debating this.

Every time you get a ‘perfect’ expect her to kiss your cheek 

Song: E.T by Katy Perry 

Iida and s/o

He’ll get annoyed 

He’d end up saying the game was rigged and he was doing the dances perfectly 

Mina and her s/o would be rolling 

Please cheer for him or tell him he’s going great. It make’s him feel all warm and fuzzy inside (it gets him all flustered as well) 

Song: Mr. Loverman Ricky Montgomery (but only the slowed with rain) 

Kirishima and s/o 

He’s doing pretty good 

Bakugo might’ve made fun of him for the songs 

But he doesn’t care 

He’d totally just sweep you off your feet and kiss you halfway through 

Song: Swim by Alec Benjamin (I know it isn’t necessarily girly but shh)

Big three (I just combined them) 

Mirio and Nejire keep going against each other, Nejire really likes rematches 

Tamaki is just in the corner like 

(whispering) “Yeah! you go guys...” 

He wants to play but he doesn’t want to get made fun of. Please sit next to him and comfort him

Mirio’s loud asf and will probably give you a piggy back ride when he wins 

Nejire’s just happy to be here  

Mirios song: if we have each other by Alec Benjamin 

Nejires song: Ophelia by the Lumineers 

Tamakis song: Riptide by Vance Joy 

Monoma and s/o 

You best believe he’s challenging you as well 

Just humor him and dance 

He’s not going to do anything publicly but when you get back to the dorms he’s either going to be ranting or bragging

He’s honestly not that good and everyone points it out except you 

Song: Bad Romance by Lady Gaga

Tetsutetsu and s/o

Him and Kirishima are rocking out

I mean full on ‘bro’ moment 

You and Kendo just waited it out 

Eventually him and Kirishima got tired so you swooped in and beat Kendo 

Song: Angel with a shotgun, The Cab

Sero and s/o 

thank god for this man 

You and him just be sitting off to the side with Kendo and Tetsutetsu’s s/o, sharing stories and telling jokes 

Really chill vibes coming from you guys 

He may play a round with you or Kaminari 

Lots of kisses 

Kendo don’t mind though, everyone knows you’re the “PDA” couple 

Song: Pierre by Ryn Weaver 

A/n Shit this took forever. Again I apologize for my trash taste 

[bkgwrites]

Chapter 1: Left Behind

RUN

That’s all your mind could think. Run. You couldn’t slow down, or they would get you. Your body was straining though as you had to carry Bakugou’s full body weight. He was knocked unconscious from the pain he was experiencing from his wounds.

Bakugou wasn’t the only reason that your legs were about to give out as you had to carry both your pack’s that were strapped to your suits for emergencies like these. The wound you were sporting wasn’t helping your case either. But you wouldn’t let this faze you, even if you felt like your body was about to drop. You kept running. Away from the creatures that had taken over the Earth. The ones you were trained to survive among and kill. The creatures that killed your mother in front of your very eyes.

You wouldn’t stop running because the creatures would never have to satisfaction of ripping you apart and eating you as if you were the last meal on the Earth. You didn’t want to feel that pain, so you ran with everything you had even if you felt like you couldn’t run anymore.

Stopping at a far enough distance from the destroyed headquarters of U.A. The organization that taught you every survival skill you know. U.A was designed for teenagers ages 17-20 to train to be able to revive Earth back for the human species. Not to mention, only teenagers lived on Earth while everyone else from babies, children, adults, and elders were residing on Mars currently. With the damage done to Earth’s condition, the government and NASA made a plan to put citizens on Mars since it was the next best-suited planet for humans. So, the year when signs of the Earth becoming too dangerous for the human race, many were sent to live on Mars and fix it for human usage. Now, only those that worked in and were apart of U.A were left on Earth. Those left were accustomed to weapons like daggers, spears, blades, bow and arrows, and even guns. All these weapons were customized to be able to kill dinosauric type creatures and the very ones that murdered your mother.

You were first recruited for this organization when you were 16 years old. After your mother had passed, you wanted revenge against the very creature that killed her. You signed up for U.A knowing that 17 was the age for starting but you didn’t care. Aizawa, your mother’s friend, was able to convince the court that you could train with those of the desired age. Aizawa even trained you himself to help you gain the knowledge and practice that you needed to stay on the same level as those older than you.

The class you were set to was class 1A. Full of 17–18-year old’s that all wanted to help Earth be for the human race again. As the youngest, you were treated as the baby of the class though you had more muscle and experience than some.

You thought back to this morning when the attack had begun.

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It was another day where you were staring at the sky above walking to class. You felt off but thought nothing of it as you had become someone that even though being sarcastic, you were sturdy and immune to emotions other than anger. As you made it inside you still could feel that feeling though, you felt unease.... like something was coming.

“Y/N” Mina, one of your best friends, screamed across the hall, knocking you out of your funk. “What did I tell you about screaming in the morning Mina,” you smirked. Mina was always one of the few people that you got along with in the class. She never failed to make you snort at something she said. “Well you know I said your name 3 times earlier, but you were stuck in that mind of yours. So what’s up?”

“Nothing, I just feel off today. I don’t know, I feel like something is coming and I don’t know what.” You normally weren’t nervous when at school, but something in your gut was telling you that you were in danger.

“Well everything seems fine so it's ok! So come on, we gotta get to class ya know before Sensei kills us.” You both dash to get into class as you only had 2 minutes before training began. Mina and you make it in just a nick of time.

“WE ARE HERE” Mina screams. “Just go sit down,” Aizawa says to you both. You shake your head walking to your seat. As you sit down, Kirishima turns to smile at you.

“Good morning Y/n! Ready for training today?”

“Totally, I’m ready to kick your ass again” you snicker.

“Awww… man come on. You know you're super manly, I mean you have better abs than me and Bakugou.”

“NO SHE DOESN’T SHITTY HAIR! I HAVE WAY BETTER ABS” Bakugou screams while pulling up his shirt.

“Whatever you say Dandelion,” you roll your eyes, seemingly aiming at the state of his spiky hair. Bakugou was one of the people in the class that you couldn’t stand. He seemed to always be competing with you because he wanted to prove he was better than you since you were one of the top students in training. He was an arrogant son of a bitch that would try to upset you and bother you every second of the day. You despised him, I mean he was almost at the level of hatred you had for the creatures that killed your mother, but you never let him get under your skin. You were better than him and you proved it every day in training.

“WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME” he screamed.

“Bakugou scream at me one more goddam-”

“Bakugou and Y/n, be quiet before you are assigned extra training. Now class go change into your suits so training can begin.” Aizawa said, tuning down the argument that sure was about to happen between you too.

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Heading out from the locker room, everyone wore the same suit. These suits were molded to fit anyone perfectly and even designed to work with the environment that the Earth had turned too. They even helped the female anatomy considering it would be hard for girls to have their periods during an apocalypse like this. It makes sense as technology really advanced right before and even after the world was taken over.

The suits were customized to any environmental situation, like when the seasons changed, the suit is able to camouflage itself with it. Not only that, but the suit worked with that season, with winter, suits were able to change to match the snow and also change your overall body temperature. Heating you up when the weather is too much for your human body, as the temperature could get so low that frostbite and hypothermia could click within your body in a second; these dangerous temperatures appeared when the Earth changed.

With the suit being able to shift your atoms for body temperature, it also could change your atoms in order to help you survive. With female suits, it was able to change atoms within the body to stop the flow of the menstrual cycle. The suit has its limitations though as that ability only works when the suit remains on.

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“Everyone you will be assigned partners for training today. I will put you in pairs that normally do not work together. You need to be able to work with and around each other. I want you sparing with everything you got against one another” Aizawa mentions to the class.

“Starting with…. Ashido with Shinso, Kaminari with Tokoyami, Kirishima with Shoji, Hagakure with Yaoyorzu….”

“Y/n with Bakugou”

“WHAT!!!” you both screamed, one in anger and another in confusion. You couldn’t understand why he would put you with Bakugou. I mean it is kind of understandable since you both dislike each other and always bicker. The thing is though, you both were good at the same things. Though in class it seemed you still were always winning against him, either it be in archery class or sword fighting.

“I don’t want to fight this weak bitch” Bakugou screamed to Mr. Aizawa.

“Oh shut the fuck up Dandelion. I’ve beaten you in every class. Who’s the weak bitch now” you smirked from across the room, trying to provoke him.

Bakugou began growling, “SHUT UP WOMAN! You only won because you cheated!”

“Babe, you can’t cheat in training” you laughed out.

Bakugou was about to begin screaming when he paused, beginning to acknowledge the pet name you just said which had his cheeks heat up to a light blush. You were confused why he didn’t scream back but didn’t pay attention to it turning back to finish listening to what Aizawa was saying.

Once Mr. Aizawa finished, you made your way to Bakugou. You two were going to be the second group to spar as Uraraka and Deku were fighting first. However, the round seemed to end a little quicker than expected when Uraraka was able to sweep Deku off his feet with a quick foot attack and shove his side with her dagger not actually penetrating it into his skin.

Coming up to the mat, you and Bakugou took to your defensive positions ready to battle against one another.

“YOU READY TO FUCKING DIE” Bakugou shouted in your direction.

The irony behind his words came in just a blink of an eye as the emergency alarms began to blare.

“EVERYONE GET READY TO ABOARD THE EMERGENCY SHIP TO MARS IMMEDIATELY!” Mr. Aizawa yelled to the class as everyone began to head in its direction.

You and Bakugou looked at each other for a split second with fearful but determined eyes and took off.

Mina ran in your direction. “Y/n I’m so scared, what if we don’t make it in time?” she said with tears gathering in the corner of her eyes.

“Don’t be scared! We’ve been training our whole lives for this and you know I’ll protect you no matter what!” and just as you finished saying that. A piercing scream came from the end of the hallway you were running away from.

You turned your head to see one of the 1b students, Monoma, getting his arm torn off from the jaws of the creature. It was a horrific sight and there was nothing you could do for him as the creature began to tear his head from his throat. You couldn’t help but want to throw up as blood began to run down from the neck of his body and the creature’s mouth. You had to just keep running.

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As those who hadn’t been brutally mutilated by the creatures made it to the ship, they began filing onto it in a rush. Students were boarded on after the teachers even with the larger number of students. The ship was the size of a high school as even with most of the human population living on Mars, there were still around 517 students and 30 teachers that remained on Earth.

The creatures were dangerously getting closer to the ship and that made the students around you panic. Forcing the crowd to cram into the ship without the care of trampling over one another. It was better than getting murdered by these creatures. And even with wanting to cram into the ship as well, you needed to protect the other students. Bakugou seemed to have the same thought as he began fighting a creature that was closing in.

You ran over to help him with the shaft that you had situated in your hand knowing it was the best weapon against it.

Looking over to your right, Mina and Kirishima began shooting their guns at the creatures, which were filled with poisonous bullets that could kill something or someone in 15 seconds when it set into the bloodstream. Then looking over to your right you couldn’t help but gasp as Sato was screaming out in agony as his legs were getting crushed within the mouth of the creature. Soon to be eaten completely.

Turning back to look at the ship, you realized mostly everyone was on the ship only leaving a good 16 of you on the ground. As 10 of those students began to rush on the ship as well you heard a grunt beside you.

With a quick head turn, you see Bakugou almost getting his arm eaten off and ran to protect him. You quickly flipped over the creature’s head and slashed it off with ease before his arm was eaten.

“I HAD IT HANDLED!” Bakugou yelled at you with scratches on his arms that seeped blood into his suit. You ignored him and ran over to kill the creature approaching behind him. Though this creature seemed smarter than the one before. Right before you could stab it in the eye with your shaft, it snagged at your face. Making you scream in agony as it slashed a mark across your face almost getting its claw into your eye. Gratefully though it didn’t take your eye out, but instead you had blood dripping down from the claw mark going down from your forehead to your jaw.

Bakugou quickly jumped in action killing the creature even with aching arms and running to help you.

“Y/N! Shit! That’s a lot of fucking blood” he mumbled in panic but quickly got into action trying to take you to the ship as you run holding your face. Everyone seemed to have boarded the ship by now as 2 other creatures were coming towards it.

“BAKUGO LETS GO NOW!” Kirishima screamed from the top of the ramp as the ramp began to close. You and Bakugou had about a mile until you would make it to the ship. You and him both ran with everything you had as the ship began to count down.

“1 MINUTE UNTIL TAKEOFF” the ship alerted to you both and the people on board.

Suddenly in surprise, another creature from the right of Bakugou came towards him and slashed at his back. Bakugou grunted in pain with blood coming down from his arm wounds and now back wound. You quickly threw a dagger placed at your side at the creature’s eye, slowing it down thoroughly, and tried to drag Bakugou as he began to slowly slow down. As he was slowly beginning to fall unconscious because of his deep wounds.

“30 SECONDS UNTIL TAKEOFF” the ship alerted you again. You began to panic but kept running with Bakugou. Knowing that you were only halfway to the ramp and the ramp was beginning to close until the point you wouldn’t be able to jump in the ship before it shut.

You felt tears streaming down your face as you realized you wouldn’t make it.

“Y/N!” Kirishima cried out in panic! He seemed to acknowledge that you and Bakugou were not going to make it as he could barely see you both.

“STOP THE RAMP” Kirishima screamed out to the people on board, specifically to the teachers that could alert the captain. But it was too late. The ramp was fully shut, and the ship was taking off.

You screamed in anger as you had missed the one shot to living, but you couldn’t stay at headquarters. The other creature was chasing after you and was almost near you, so you set Bakugou down as he was fully unconscious. And killed the creature with all the might you had within you.

After it was defeated you picked up Bakugou even though you were tired from running, and ran towards the woods beside headquarters. You knew that U.A wasn’t safe anymore as you saw creatures and dinosaur-like beings beginning to take it over. So you just ran, not knowing where you were going and the danger you would come across.