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being a textbook overthinker is a strong suit denki is not particularly known for . a head regularly presumed empty has worked to incessantly churn the argument on playback over the course of three days , violet staining crescents beneath his eyes at some point between the late - night mumbling and a time wherein he doesn’t even remember falling asleep . his oh - so - gracious host is left at a loss when she is forcibly tasked with shoving him awake each morning .
as much an empath as mina prides herself in being , it ain’t exactly a cakewalk to get into a neurotic’s mindset when he’s the one insisting that he’s fine , that everything is fine ; practiced charisma a much - appreciated plus in attempts to persuade his longtime best friend that he just needed a little breathing space from the situation . because that’s what they have to call it , now . ‘ the situation ’ .
this was all before denki proceeded to peel himself from eyesore - chartreuse cushions an hour late each day , and the reason why mina now harbors heavy concern beneath the initial irritation as she beats him awake with a pillow for the third day in a row .
astonishingly enough , through all the budding bruises and little cricks of his bones , denki’s still not used to it ---- confused as to why in place of a fluffy orange butt sat directly on his face is a firm pink hand , squishing freckled cheeks that’d never quite lost their baby fat .
the phone promptly shoved in his face ( raw - eyed , drool - sticky , red where strong fingers have imprinted themselves into his skin ) reads 7:12 am , a good hour and some past his normal wakeup time . he shouldn’t be so pikachu - meme shocked when this scenario is the direct result of a profuse refusal to take the device off silent mode these past few days ---- afraid to wake up to any late - night texts or calls .
and yet here he is , eyes squeezing shut as he mutters his third , grumbly shit this short week .
❛ seriously , dude ? ❜ mina chides as she flips through the unsung alarms , each set five minutes apart from one another beginning at 5:30 in the morning .
getting himself out of bed always had been something of a chore , emphasized by recent reasoning that he’d not been catching more than half a wink prior to that exact time each day . ❛ you teach people for a living and yet remain willfully oblivious to the very accessible , very convenient do not disturb function . ❜
she lets the phone fall unceremoniously onto denki’s lap , cushions creaking beneath their weight . ❛ get off my couch , spud . ❜
he’d love to , actually . every node in his spine pops in agreement .
the minutes between then and hurriedly collecting stray pieces of clothing off the floor pass in a rheumy - eyed blur , other possessions that’re repeatedly tripped over a courtesy of the emergency overnight bag he’d emptied out over the week . kept in the back of his car for situations that call for it , this doesn’t really qualify as one of those times .
❛ hey . what’s the status of you reevaluating your life choices so that you’re not crawling out my door late to work in the same inside - out v - neck you’ve been wearing all week ? ❜ mina prompts in midst of tossing on a jacket as gaudy in design as the rest of her , somehow completely comprehending what vague semblance of shut up , shut up , shut up denki conveys through hand gestures in between hurriedly scrubbing his teeth .
without time to style his hair this morning , he’s left to ruffle through the unkempt locks in his reflection through the elevator doors , displeased in how they refuse to obey any law of gravity but deciding that he might as well just go ahead and look as shitty as he feels . hurts less to acknowledge it himself before mina eagerly relays just how divorced he looks mere moments later .
❛ you’re gonna have to talk to him eventually , ❜ she reminds him just before they part , chaste kiss pressed to either cheek and equally reciprocated . ❛ before it’s too late . i know you’re both pretty keen on letting things fester , but how ‘bout you just nut up before your idiot boy pride makes things completely irreversible ? ❜
at her humble suggestion , denki mulls on the air of an amused hum , shouldering open one of the glass doors for her to walk through first . ❛ my idiot boy pride , huh . s'a little misandristic , don’tcha think ? ❜
she replies with a wag of her middle finger in the air behind her , a stark gesture that bakugou would appreciate and that denki hates thinking that bakugou would appreciate . he silently curses mina once for the reminder , then again for her uncanny talent of always being right .
on that note , he mentally checks ‘ idiot boy pride ’ as a contender for the working title of an eventual autobiography .
lunch passes by a lot more slowly in the days he’d been forcibly weened off of bakugou’s cooking . left to survive off what loose change could nab from the vending machines outside and random snacks found throughout the cabinets of the teachers’ lounge , denki finds that whey milk and loose granola by the fistful are not all that amazing a combo .
mina is wise beyond her years . this is a meal of a divor - fuckin’ - cee .
actually , the sudden absence of a balanced diet may even be reaching the point of a pressing health issue . when he brushes granola grains off his shirt ---- now worn correctly , after having uncomfortably fumbled with it in his car earlier ---- he notices how tight his chest has begun to feel over the course of the morning . an ache like a scream that won’t come out . he’s bound , yes , and dry granola has probably not made the trip down his esophagus very easy ��; but had the pain always been so prominent ?
❛ didja check twitter yet ? refresh your timeline ---- look , see , it’s trending ! ❜
denki’s attention piques , turning towards the flood of students rushing by the lounge door . on their way back to their classrooms to ride out the last few periods of the day , he’s not surprised to see so many of their eyes glued to their phones as they walk , given that lunch and homeroom make up the only two slots of time wherein students are allowed access to such devices .
their conversations spill in a slew of muddled topics : is the villain big ? how’d you do on that art history exam ? shouldn’t he have backup? my sister’s taking me to that new poke bowl restaurant tonight . is he breathing ? cats can doggy paddle , can’t they ? blasty’s a top - five ! indestructible ! i hope i have a team one day . but so was jeanist , and look what happened to him .
❛ bla ---- ❜ denki starts , sparing a few minutes heading back himself to fish his phone from his cardigan . he’s usually never without it , idly recalling a time in their youth where bakugou would have to manually pluck it from his grasp so that he’d settle into bed for the night . over the past few days , though , he's been more than content to break character and distance himself from the buzz of social media under some years - too - late guise of self - care and breaking addiction .
waking his phone now , the top notification banner reads a single message from his current roommate .
are you ok?
below it , an informal update from twitter , alerting him of exactly what his curiosity demands to be sated with right now .
trending in heroics : #BLASTYEXPLODO .
he doesn’t need a little shoulder mina angel to tell him that reading about his ex is technically just the time - sensitive equivalent of purposefully sifting through bakugou’s online presence ; mostly because the app is barely flicked open when the tightness across his chest constricts to a sudden , sharp PANG .
it doesn’t take some deep search to unearth the context of his students’ obsessive chattering nearby , considering that his entire timeline is being consistently updated with live footage from the scene . a bird’s - eye view of the site below captures where several heroes can be spotted as moving dots along the destruction of the outskirts ; all save for one , reported to have been caught in the fray after a building collapsed .
fingers press deep into the pain of his chest . his shoulder hits the wall to support his weight , face paling as he forces himself to read the oncoming slew of tweets one by one . a lot are unhelpful ---- mere wishes for blasty to hang in there , some questioning where he is , false memoriam by people denki knows bakugou’s never met , lots of clickbait for merch and inappropriate thirst posts layered in between .
nothing gives him a solid answer . because nobody has a solid answer .
lacking the word association necessary to properly reply to mina’s text without stirring either concern or cause for a possible lecture , he shoots something quick to kirishima instead .
hey man , thanks for everything lately . i’ll feed the cats tonight . can you do me a solid and leave a key ?
the car ride home is as long as ever in traffic surrounding the incident . every instance of a top hero barely escaping the brink of death is all but a grim reminder that life is short , speaking volumes to average citizens rushing home to spoil their families before everything settles back into a regular , non - life - threatening routine for them tomorrow .
shortly after lunch ( and trying to shake off what he was certain were signs of a small heart attack ) , denki decided that there was no use cutting his day short to make an appearance at the scene . rapid updates from twitter and associates alike informed him that blasty had eventually made it out on two legs , triumphant as ever , before being escorted to an unspecified hospital in order to avoid the public eye in his recovery .
denki takes his chances in calling his mom between catching every red light , hope breaking in a small , audible whimper when she doesn’t answer his one - or - nine calls . bakugou wasn’t the only victim in today’s events ; he rationalizes that nariko is probably up to her neck in new admissions regardless , but the thought doesn’t exactly bring him any peace of mind .
breathe . an impossible demand to meet , but one necessary to keep his electricity from snapping at the wheel .
he doesn’t exactly know why he’d even bothered showing up , sluggish steps treading the long lengths of tiled hallway leading to bakugou’s residence . not really any use hanging around an empty apartment all night ; even despite the pressing matter of the question mark tacked behind his current living situation . he’s not really looking to task himself with packing just yet .
❛ it’s just something , ❜ denki tiredly tells himself aloud at the foot of their doorstep , head tipped to the ceiling in a brief moment of reprieve . the sentiment resonates as somewhat redundant . it’s always something . he’s got a million somethings in his life that he’s never cared to name , piling one over the other in the corner of his mind without thought to the mental repercussions dealt to everyone involved .
maybe there’s only one something afterall . maybe the common denominator was just him .
tip of his shoe peels back the corner of the mat he’d insisted on laying there some short while ago , the key tucked beneath it shining in the hallway lighting once its cover is disturbed . bless his heart , but kirishima’s not very creative in his hiding places .
this copy is as shiny and unbroken - in as the one bakugou had given denki when he first moved here , spare a few spots of dirt he brushes off before lodging it into the keyhole .
without a set of miscellaneous dangling objects attached to it , the action of turning a bare key into the lock takes him back a full year ago ---- wherein he’d rigidly haunted this exact spot on a matless tile , uneager to begin a new phase in his life eventually titled reversed strength .
unlike back then , however , the key is met this time around without resistance in its lock , nothing to combat it as it turns . the door before him is open . presently .
his stomach drops .
hesitant to ease himself inside when so actively adorned in hair - raising suspicion , denki is met with the usual stagnancy of an empty apartment ---- no wafts of food cooking on the stove , no sound of the television on for background noise , no cats tripping over each other to greet him with a howling demand for kibble and petty - pets ( which smarts a little , considering his absence ) .
there is dim warmth from sunlight pouring through the windows and little else . not even a speck of dust found to sift through it . he wonders if kirishima had simply forgotten to lock the door behind him .
and yet , even with this thought in mind ---- this silent prayer ---- denki still holds a name on his tongue as he steps fully into the apartment , pocketing the key where its triplet sits unperturbed a few feet away . it’s a momentary struggle to find his voice , and he doesn’t recognize the sound that comes out .
❛ k ------- ... katsuki ? ❜
@blstys .
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* @blstys liked for a starter .
WHERE BAKUGOU LACKED IN COOPERATION , HE EXCELLED IN HIS FIGHT TACTICS . he was FORGED from a bomb, ready to detonate within a moment’s notice, and while todoroki could not agree with that fight style ( preferring to plan things out beforehand ), he couldn’t argue with its effectiveness at times.
❛ i’d recommend doing the exact opposite of that. ❜
#blstys#hello ! c:#i have been huge heart eyes @ ur writing since we became mutuals#i hope this works for u !#i was thinkin some sort of battle simulation#but i'm down for whatever !
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❝ @blstys
under the fluorescent lightning, a flickering yellow glow above their heads, nobody can boast of looking their best---- but even then the spiky blond at his side was reaching strangers - are - concerned - about - you level of haggard.
was it getting close to finals week? he looked to be around that age to kakashi. the eye-bags and grocery basket filled to the top with energy drinks by his elbow raised the chances of his guess being right. poor kid.
‘ long week? ‘
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❝ dude — if i have to look at one more math equation i’m gonna lose my mind. seriously. ❞ eijirou mutters, shoulders slumping as he releases his pencil from his tight - knuckled grip. his head falls to the side as he looks across at his ever - strict studying companion. ❝ c’mon, man, can’t we take a break already? feels like we’ve been at it for hours . . . ❞
↳ @blstys / 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 !
#blstys#⤿ 𝐈𝐍. kirishima eijirou ／ interactions.#⤿ 𝐕. a life of heroism awaits! ／ main.#⤿ 𝐈𝐍. kirishima eijirou ／ blstys 01.#( HEY HEY HEY! i figured ... studying together?#just something to warm up the muse again because whew whenever i stop writing eijirou for any amount of time his muse goes poof#bUT IF YOU'RE EVER DOWN TO PLOT SOMETHING OUT?? I'D LOVE THAT SO MUCH#i'm a bit out of the loop with canon events but it'd be cool to see what we can come up with! )#bnha /#bnha mention /
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valentine’s day starters. — ♡ bakugou. / @blstys
there he is. dropping a line about him being a difficult man to find tempts her, but she ultimately decides that it’s definitely not worth the trouble it’d probably bring from a guy like him. ( besides — it’s probably an exaggeration. she’s only actually looked in a few rooms, now. but what a workout that was. ) jirou slows her roll a couple of feet behind the lounge couch, padding wordlessly across the wooden floor until she’s standing behind him, head canted and eyes peering down. “ oi. hey. ”
“ — look alive, sunshine. ” despite the flat delivery, there’s a hint of amusement in the undertone of what she says; wondering, maybe, if he’ll appreciate the reference. holding a little box above his head and forward a bit, jirou lets go of it with both hands, aiming the gift to fall neatly in his lap. “ don’t get bigheaded about it — everyone got one,” she muses, waving a hand of dismissal as if to emphasize her point as she rounds about the couch and settles onto a seat a few spots separated from him, and then brings her knees to her chest for the front row view of his reaction.
it’s true — she did make one for everyone, but, not everyone got a personalized cd at the bottom of their box of assorted candies, compiled of tracks specifically tailored to their music taste and what she recommends from there, or doodles on their note. surrounded by sketches of bakugou wrecking it on the drums, a stuck out tongue, and some silly little hearts, it reads: happy valentines day, bakugou-kun.
there’s a little more care in her handwriting than she’d like to admit.
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@blstys
kirishima is EAGER to say the least. and he’d be lying if he said this year didn’t give him a bit of trouble in trying to find the perfect gift for his boyfriend. the word still filling him up with butterflies whenever it crossed his mind or tongue. the thought of continuing the theme of accessories crossed his mind, but beyond bracelets and gloves what could he do? rings, supplied his mind at the time, and it was quickly tossed out, face all the REDDER for it. no no no way! slow down!
that’s how he settles with getting bakugou an orange hiking pole and camping backpack. practical, yes. but he was sure to personalize them a little! the pole had the engraving of ‘explodo-kills’ and the backpack.... well the backpack had something inside. that something being a very particular lion plush.
and as soon as it strikes MIDNIGHT, kirishima’s knocking on bakugou’s door, grin wide and ready for the blonde once he opens up. careful to not hit bakugou with either of his gifts as he dives for a hug.
“ HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLASTY! “
#blstys#BDAY BOY!!!#╰ ★ a life led without regret ! ( main )#also u dont have to match length at All i jst got so carried away GHFDFLKSHL
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me following effy’s 345983254 blogs: di-did i get all of them
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my tags no like half of my blogs are broken so we just gonna try to unbreak ‘em all
#smthngwitty#innerclaims#blstys#voltastic#injuredknee#citycwl#ipelppa#notformerit#sculpthalves#cursedintent#tactfulveneer#courtcrown#not a self promo but like feel free to follow em
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it’s the clear product of both too much and too little thought -------- something needlessly fretted over but kept modest all the same , because the last thing he wants is to come off too hot , hot , hot when he knows it’s better to play it cool .
among the many skills denki’s yet to unlock in his short lifespan is that of wrapping gifts . he doesn’t bother katsuki with what little his knowledge covers in that regard , spared some eyesore of old newspaper mummified in scotch tape for the much safer option of a plain , plastic black crate left on the seat of his desk chair . real fancy shit . there’s some violent hope that the presentation mellows out the message .
he doesn’t bother sticking around for the grand unveiling , keen to hit his boyfriend with this bad boy and run . maybe act like he's got no idea what katsuki’s talking about when he inevitably brings it up later --- not even in some humble , sappy boyfriend way , but that real grade - a acting , like no really kats , what’re you talkin’ about ? there’s no way i’d be dumb enough to do something like that . it’s gotta be a prank . a weird , stupid prank . you should just throw it all out just to be safe .
except that plan totally sucks , and totally contradicts the point he’s trying to get across ; the point kept safe in the warmth of his favorite auburn flannel , soft from wear and folded neatly at the bottom of the crate . the point that shines when you hold it up to the light , that special piece of red sea tucked in the breast pocket , a near - impossibility kept close to the heart .
the point scribbled in dying pen on the back of half a ripped train ticket , duly noting everything katsuki was wearing the afternoon of their first date . the point sang by seventeen different artists to mark the occasion , locked and loaded in a cassette player he’s happy to lend --- never mind that katsuki has his own . you need to hear it how i hear it .
the point spelled between the pages of a half - filled moleskine , the heart of it all , serving to document every stray , incomplete thought he’d ever had about katsuki in their eight months of footing loose soil over the hatchet . journal entries that have no real beginning or end ; sometimes just a date , sometimes a profession of some dumb thing or another .
pages filled only with colors as if to visually express everything katsuki had made him feel ; yellows and mauves and peaches and green , a dead green , a mold ; black ; pink ; sticky honey - gold and everything autumn . things buried in crossed - out pen and then circled and re - circled and crossed out again . pressed flowers that aren’t pretty , weedy corpses beneath yellowed masking tape . patterns doodled through all the times he’d just sat there thinking about him . music notes . a kiss to the cover he can’t see .
and beside all that , something of an afterthought : the point that comes in flavor , a bag of spicy chips that made denki cry the last time he tried them . just in case katsuki hates the rest . a consolation prize .
@blstys : happy birthday bitch .
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❛ what’d you throw at me today, bakugou --------- ah !!! HALF OF A PENCIL !!! did you snap it & throw the other half somewhere else ??? ... hey, when are we gonna spar again ??? i had so much fun the first three times !!! ❜ // @blstys ♥’d !!
#blstys#˗ˏˋ HAT ON ! ˊˎ˗#( bnha verse tag pending. )#FJKESDHFLKSJHFDH#i hope its ok i went w the pre - established friendship we were talking about !!!!#trucys just ... Being Trucy . KGVJHDKFHDKFH
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it’s his birthday in less than 30 minutes, but it’s him showing up to bakugou’s house with a bag full of fifteen hash brows. the mcdonad’s bag it curled tightly in his hand to keep the heat inside, and held far enough away that the grease won’t touch his clothes — for once he changed before heading out.
the door opened for him as he walked just under the overhang, a smiling father standing aside to let him in. kirishima gives him a stupid smile as he slides his shoes off and into a pair of slippers that he’d left here. it doesn’t dawn on him that it’s 11:30 at night and most people are trying to get to sleep.
without knocking kirishima wraps his hand around the door handle and opens it, stepping into bakugou’s room. the same stupid smile is on his face as he holds out the greasy bag of the hash browns. clearly proud of himself. ( @blstys )
#blstys#‟ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ғʀɪᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ? ” 〈 modern 〉 .#‟ ғᴛ ” 〈 blstys 〉 .#ᴋɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴄᴋs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ʟɪɴᴇ ” ⟨ starter ⟩ .
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@blstys
this reunion is not what kirishima expected. but then again, he’s not sure if he expected any kind of reunion at all. when did he start to get so PESSIMISTIC? at least it’s only when a certain someone is involved. he shakes that train of thought off, because he has to shove one of the criminals’ head into the other side of the police car, watching as bakugou dealt with the partner.
it’s very BITTERSWEET. back in high school, working with his best bro was basically a no brainer. but now that it’s happening? there’s an uncomfortable TWIST in his chest and stomach. now that his sense of urgency and duty is no longer at an high, he has time to realize that no matter how much he had convinced himself, no, he is not over his once best friend at all. but now that their mission is basically coming to a close, they can’t just leave without speaking. not like he really wants to.
“ this would definitely have dragged on longer if you weren’t around, man. “ casual. keep it casual. but is that too casual? is it okay to be casual with him? this wave of SELF-DOUBT hasn’t hit him this hard since high school.
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HUGE thank you to @blstys for my gorgeous new icon psd !! please consider commissioning effy 😚 the product is incredible & he’s super timely & communicative !!!!
also hello to my new followers !! 🤗 🤩 let’s write soon !!
#; ooc.#that said!!! i am feeling a little ill tonight so i probably wont get to the starter call until tomorrow but
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for a couple days after that , everything seemed to fall back in line . and he does mean everything .
the most prominent thing , perhaps , was that coming home no longer felt like a chore . minutes spread thin after the day’s release just sitting alone in his car were put to rest , much less a place to waste daylight in and now used for its sole intended purpose of getting from point a to point b ---- wherein the latter was keen to promise a house full of life waiting for him . he hasn’t had to worry about fumbling with his keys for a while now .
between himself , his roommate ( ? ) , and two annoying , needy children ( perhaps seen as three , from katsuki’s point of view ) , their apartment housed its own little family . it’d be horribly uncharacteristic of both a romantic and a simpleton not to let his mind wander , so in the nature of staying true to himself and these idle thoughts , denki concludes that this is probably exactly how things were meant to be all along --- how everything would’ve eventually lined itself up if stubborn pride had not wasted so many of their young years .
for the first time in a long time , he finally feels cleansed .
tonight is one where he’s free to occupy the kitchen without the pressure of something unwanted watching his every move ; taking the liberty to fix himself a late - afternoon bowl of cheap ramen in between deciding what he and katsuki actually want for dinner .
coming home to leftovers for a month meant not being used to his own inclusion in that decision - making process . it’s just as weird to suddenly have time for these things as it is to be given an ear for his weigh - in in the first place , though he’s not afraid of spoiling his appetite now as he’d done so often in high school . two jobs and a full day of physical training either way meant there was no shortage of appetite to supply a lithe body with the energy it needed to accomplish it all ---- even if he does still eat like shit when katsuki’s not around .
content to keep a good thing going , denki carries on idle conversation as he finishes his share of dishes , set to dry on the rack . ❛ you should make a guest appearance at the school one day , kats . maybe my students would feel more inclined to pay attention if such a renowned alumni were there to share his thoughts on the readings . ❜
he laughs , wringing his hands through the dish towel . ❛ oooooor maybe you’d just end up stealing my thunder ? tough guys with a secret passion for literature is still a very celebrated trope , afterall . and kids love a well - rounded hero ... if anything , your popularity would just skyrocket . in which case i’m fully prepared to throttle you . ❜
@blstys .
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