âAnswer the question.â
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im actually so out of the writing game I just wrote whatever words came to my mind first and let it go from theređ
this has no true beginning or ending im really just practicing writing again
btw whoever requested aizawa, this is 4 u
âThatâs not what I asked you.â
You go silent, caught off guard by the sudden way he shut you down.
âDo you understand the material, or not?â
âNo. Not well anyway. But then again I guess thatâs why Iâm here.â He gives you a look as if his patience is already wearing thin. He leans against the wall, arms crossed.
âThen learn it.â Huh?
âHow am I supposed to learn it without being taught?â
âFigure it out. Use your resources. Nowadays you can find anything you want with a click of a button.â
âBut itâs literally your job.â
âNot my job to coddle you. I donât get paid for that. This is only a favor to spare you my time anyway.â
âYou donât need to be a prick about it. Whatever, Iâll justâ Iâll figure it out.â You stand up from your seat on the couch and gather your things quickly. You make your way towards the door, gripping the handle to fling it open. That is until a heavy hand slams onto the door and forces it to close with a thud.
âDid I say we were done?â That annoying, drone-like voice is far too close to your ear.
âShouta, get off the door.â
âAnswer the question.â
Ominous silence fills the room for several moments. You rest your forehead against the door, closing your eyes and exhaling.
âNo.â
ââNoâ what?â You can practically feel his eyes boring holes into the side of your head. Your grip on the doorknob tightens almost as if to rip it off completely.
âNo, you didnât say we were done.â
âFor a team lead, youâre not very perceptive.â
Your head snaps to the side, eyeing him down harshly. âThe hell is that supposed to mean?â His gaze is void of emotion, eyes sunken in from the lack of sleep throughout the years. Corporate really got to him.
âTo put it simply, you forget yourself. You take in no knowledge that is presented to you and when you do need assistance you demand it as if any of us owe you anything. Not to mention you show no respect towards your superiors.â
âYouâre seriously just making things up at this point. What, I fuck up one time and now I donât deserve to have help at all? And what are you even going on about? You and I both know Iâm incredibly respectful to everyone in our department.â
âEveryone?â
âEveryone.â
For the first time during the entire conversation, he cracks a smile. A smug, shit eating grin like he knows something you donât.
âAlright. Then prove it.â
âProve what?â If looks could kill, Shouta Aizawa would be a dead man from the way you eye him down.
He raises a brow, a bored expression resting on his scruffy face. âProve to me that you truly display respect. Address me as your superior.â
Your eye twitches, frustration and anger simmering below the surface of your skin.
âWhat, call you by your job title? Okay then âProject Manager.â Happy?â Something in the way he looks at you shifts.
âI really wish youâd try harder. Iâd hate to see you lose your job over something so trivial.â
âIs that a threat?â
His gaze bores into yours. Itâs heavy like a warning. He just stands there, staring.
âItâs a concern.â His tone is serious. Itâs like thereâs something he knows that you donât, and that pisses you off.
You straighten up, tugging on the doorknob to shake his arm off of the door. It falls back to his side, his cold eyes squint at you. You crack open the door.
âI donât need your âconcernâ. Iâll do my job, you do yours.â And with that, you storm out of his office. He watches as you leave, a single brow raised. He crosses his arms and exhales deeply, shaking his head before striding back to his wooden desk.
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would yâall hate me if I came back from the dead just to write a ghetto kiribaku x reader mafia/gang one shot LMFAOOđđ€đœ idk i just watched some bnha tiktoks and Iâm actually so inspired. Like ghetto ride or die kirishima??? OOOWEEEEEEE
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just got back from lollapalooza. how are things?đïžđ
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OH MY GOD AS A MARCHING BAND KID I LITERALLY LOVE THIS AND THE BAND BUS FINALS REFERENCE PLS that is universal trauma right theređ i played percussion/front ensemble so I only had to do drill for certain football games and then play vibraphone for competitive seasons and I just LOVE everything about this. And might I say having the football team literally run onto the field was like life or deathđđ€đœ
Football Player Katsuki + Marching Band Girlfriend
Like all his stupid friends here, he met you at UA University Freshmen Orientation â Group 1-A. The same group of eclectic college kids that are around today all hanging out between the Varisty Sports and Spirit Teams. Still doesnât understand how you all managed to be put together like that.
Katsuki sees you regularly ever since then.
Football Player Katsuki who sees you sitting in the university cafeteria sitting with Squeaky, Tape Arms, and Round Cheeks all smiles and giggles or all slouched and complaining. And on game days when heâs got the time he and some of the team go over and sit with yâall. Because Kirishima is real good friends with those two woodwind idiotsâ so Bakugou initially just gets dragged along.
Football Player Katsuki Who always send a big wink and grin your way as heâs running through the tunnel before the start of the game.
Who compliments your playing to the rest of the team and the compliments spread like wildfire back to your director and now youâre yelling back about âKatsuki stop complimenting my playing by name. Director Yamada keeps putting me on tunnel duty â at this point heâs gonna make it a permanent thing!â And Katsuki always shrugs watching the way youâre fighting a smile, instrument in hand, but he loves it when you do the pre-game mini pep tunnel thing with him. Always gets the chance to take a pre-game (pre pregame) photo with you. All color-coordinated with his jersey and your marching uniform.
Football Player Katsuki Always standing on the sidelines with the other big players Midoriya, Todoroki, and Kirishima as yâall set up for pregame. The four of them taking the time to watch what yâall are doing â even if itâs the same each time.
And if heâs part of kick off then he KNOWS heâs about to be running towards yâall as you scramble off the field. And heâs barreling towards the sidelines when he spots you in the crowd. Always making goofy faces at you when he slows down: big old monster hands and downright terrifying snarl of his canines and molars, but LIVES to see you smile bright when you notice him â fellow section members now knowing him by look slapping you on the lapels to grab you attention. For Katsuki to then mime a couple clicks of a paparazzi camera back at you. sauntering over with the rest of his team back to the sideline with a faint shout of â â you looked good!â
Leaves you with a section full of snickers and teases when youâre in the stands.
Football Player Katsuki who steps on your toes all the time for these dangerous and unorthodox training schemes that his denfensive coach Aizawa comes up with. Your director Yamada somehow agreeing to letting the entire defensive team zig-zag through the marching bands box-drill warm-up.
Coach Aizawa doesnât even regulate everyone to specific sections of the âdrillâ â which is what you band kids read and walk everyday.
He lets the team run their laps beforehand to limber up and Bakugous sharp red eyes are always watching as youâre coaching your section on the whole drill. The angst on you and his friends faces makes him wince espically when the drills starts â itâs like a mazey hell of some kinda freaky spooky mind-control shit bc youâre all moving the exact same â and also not.
Bakugouâs a big guy â tall shoulders, broad shoulders, and pretty jacked â and so is the rest of the team. And Bakugou always ends up in your section of the drill: the team and marchers absolutely scared out of their wits. And luckily yâall have your stinking movements memorized for all these turns bc you always end up turning smack dab into his chest â at least once (and no yâall do not have instruments thatâd be irresponsible on Director Yamadaâs part) â and then being able to maneuver around him with a beaming grin and a polite little shove into a safe spot always pausing in chanting the numbers to say, âbetter luck next time babe!â 7- 8.
And when itâs said and done you and his friends will skip over to him and Kirishima. All laughing and comparing tallies of how many people got in your way â and he can feel his ears steaming with the way you playfully punch his shoulder and say that heâs âalways on your dotâ whatever the hell that means.
Football Player Katsuki who practically has your little band songs memorized for all his plays. And he makes a lot of touchdowns â always waiting on that delayed cheer of your voice coming from the band stands afterwards
â always looking up waiting for your delayed smile and wave, bc you were busy fighting down a smile while playing and dancing to the fight song for the touchdown he just made.
you, Round Cheeks, Squeaky, and Tape Arms always bursting into a song and singing your parts to some band kids tunes whenever some particular trigger word falls from someoneâs mouth in conversation.
Like his number? 17? He canât get past the Seven part because Uraraka starts wailing on an imaginary horn singing the low brass line while you and the two woodwind nerds start throwing down some funky dance moves.
and he hates himself when heâs taking a break on the sidelines and him and current benchwarmer Shinsou start humming some little ditty when Midoriya and Kirishima make a first down on the field. The two of them sharing concerned glares before staring up at yâall laughing and wailing just down the way. âWe never speak of this again, got it?â âGot it.â
Football Katsuki whom you always pass on your way to set-up for pregame. The man always covered in dirt and grime with his hairband pushing back his blonde bangs. The little stereotypical thick black paint smudged across his face as you pass by him with a gentle little hand to the back.
And he turns around with those red eyes accentuated by those big black smears and gives you a grinning smile. Always attempting to peck his gfâs cheek before you go into place and you always taking a step back with a teasing giggle, âcanât right now âSuki Iâm in uniform.â And you love watching his nose scrunch and his eyes flutter open, lips still pucked as you blow him a kiss. The student going crazy because the camera man has caught onto yâall a few times. Sukiâ always crossing his arms and rolling his eyes shouting âbreak a leg!â As you prepare.
Football Player Katsuki who waits around with his mates before he sees you run over to him. You and your friends now changed into regular clothes and ready to head home and shower. After heâs just helped win the whole thing and youâre walking, stomping, staggering over to him in shambles and you come up and dodge HIS KISS??!
Always whining and pointing an accusatory finger like âSukiâ you made my lips hurt!â And heâs always like baby how?? And youâre like too many good touchdowns. I had to play the fight song too many times :(
Has his mates howling!!! đ he just doesnât understand :((
Football Player Katsuki who also makes that adorable scrunchy face of confusion when you flip-flop between telling him thatâs heâs gonna help take the team all the way to the championship!! And then you pulling back with a fearful face and whispering, âbut then I have to go to finals. I have to play at finals. I have to be on the band bus to get to finals.â
And he chuckles and naively says oh it canât be that bad. Only to get a genuine slap to his arm as you glare up at him ânever say that again.â A dark energy he can only explain as marching band trama when he sees your frantic pleas of a text when he tells you heâs about to reach the point in the flight where heâs gotta put his phone up.
He believes you when yâall show up days later at the venue. All smelly, all angsty, all hangry from the drive over. Has him cooing over you as you mumble and grumble waiting in line with an equally agitated Round Cheeks and Ponytail as the band waits for its 400 or so members to be given room keys. A total sunshine/dark cloud reversal.
Always shakes his head at Dance/Cheer Team Friend Mina whoâs already been here the same amount of time he has. Short pink curls bouncing over to ask how itâs been only to see everyone else with glare as if her cheery attitude is a death wish. Immediately cowering behind him and cooing and fretting over yâall band kids just the same seriously what happened to yâall? Doesnât matter, yâall wonât answer. The band bus is still the band bus even in college.
Football Player Katsuki who helps drive/walk you home afterwards again getting a flimsy puffy and chapped lipped peck at your door after every game. Being incredibly dramatic as insists heâs in âkiss withdrawalâ when you donât kiss him the next day because your lips are still recovering.
LIVES for the day-after when youâre all better. And you finally give him a good fixing of those kisses heâs been missing out on. And he looks so smitten with all your invisible chapstick lip stains and little mosquito pecks; absolutely adorable. And you canât help but roll your eyes when he pouts up at you, blinking those thick lashes. âStill in a tremendous deficit!â He nods eagerly as you rolls your eyes and start smooching every corner and curve of his face again. Laughing between kisses âseriously sukiâ it hurts! you donât understandâ
youâre right he doesnât, but luckily heâll wait for his victory kisses. Doesnât ever wanna put you in more pain after a game day đ„ș
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âI want you.â
requested pt 2 of âIâm done talkinâ
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Talking wasnât always easy. Sometimes it straight up drains the life out of a person. And you could understand that. You could understand him. Could understand that when life gets to be too much, heâd need the time away to sort things out.
It was only a matter of time before he felt comfortable enough to even be in the same room after what had happened. So he makes his way to the one place he can think.
The rooftop is wide and about ten stories up. The perfect view to overlook the city. The perfect view to think. The area is littered with thriving plant life and budding flowers alike. The rooftop garden is home to the Botany Club at the university but also open to the community.
Heâs not crazy about flowers but he doesnât necessarily hate them either. After all, this is the only place on campus where he could get some much needed peace and quiet. The library was suffocating, the dining hall was a mess and the dorms were a definite no.
You were there. It was Monday. You always got back to the dorms early on Mondays. So he made sure to be gone before you came back. It confuses him really, why heâs so avoidant with you. Itâs not like he holds any resentment towards you, thereâs just so much going on.
He passes a few of the hydrangea tables with slow steps. His fingers glide on each tabletop he passes, making sure not to bump a flower pot with his fingers. Tiger lilies, chrysanthemums, zinnias and asters rest at each of their designated tables. Some fresh greens hang from thin rope in reach of the four corners of the roofâs open walls.
The billowy wafts of the flora ease his nerves like a superpower. He stops in front of a pot smaller than the rest. The tag resting just before the plant reads âCanna Lily.â The petals a highly saturated red. They almost look fake theyâre so bright.
He gets lost in his thoughts, staring idly at the flora. His hands ball up into fists at his sides. Why is thinking about you so hard? Things between you both were always so easy. At least thatâs what heâd like to think. He knows he shouldnât have blown up at you the way he did. There was no rhyme or reason for it. And it feels like such a shit excuse to say he did it because he was âunder pressure.â
His fists tighten the more he thinks about everything. Why heâs stressed in the first place has nothing to do with you. He shouldnât have let his own emotions drag you into it. The last bit of sun peaks through faded clouds that resemble stretched cotton. Soft pinks and oranges tone the sky as the large star begins its slow descent to night.
He lets go of a breath he didnât know he was holding. The issue lies within himself and he knows that. He knows he should be man enough to own his mistakes and rectify all that heâs broken. He turns his head, no longer looking at the small flower, but over his shoulder at the person who had just stepped onto the rooftop.
Pausing at the door, you look at the figure in front of you. The man you hadnât seen in nearly three weeks. The feeling is sudden and visceral as your heart feels as if itâs dropped into your stomach.
His eyes are hardened and yet so, so sorrowful. Like heâs trying to mask as much as he can. Without a single word, he tears his gaze from you and walks to the edge of the rooftop, propping and crossing his arms on the railing. His left foot crosses his right at the ankle as he puts his weight on the cement railing, gazing out at the view of the city.
The perfect view to think.
The perfect view to talk.
He doesnât have to look to know youâve followed close behind, position the same as his but youâve put yourself at a wider distance. He can see the intentional space between you both in his peripheral. A displeased grunt rumbles from deep within his chest.
âWhyâre you so damn far.â Itâs more of a statement than a question. He clasps his hands together, still resting on the railing, hanging loosely from the wrist onto the other side.
âWanna give you space.â
Your voice burns in his ears. A sound heâs missed although heâll never admit it. Soft and yet so unsure. As if youâre not even convinced the words you say are the words you mean. Heâd waited so long to hear from you. But not like this. Not with this dejected tone.
He swallows the budding lump in his throat and takes a deep breath before exhaling. If thereâs anything heâs taken from his time with you, itâs the newfound habit of self-soothing. Calming his nerves so he can express himself properly. He hadnât done it before and thatâs what got him in this mess. So heâs sure as hell gonna do it now.
âI donât want space.â He clenches his jaw tightly, a vein just under his jaw twitching with strain.
âThen what do you want?â What does he want?
âI want you.â A beat passes. âUs,â he corrects. He props his elbows up and cups his face in his hands and slowly slides them down over his eyes, nose, and lips before theyâre gripping onto the railing for dear life. âThe shit I said beforeâshitâI shouldnâtâve took it out on ya. Had nothinâ to do with you and shoulda stayed that way.â
He clears his throat as heâs met with your silence. It only fuels him to express more. âI wasnât lying to you though. About not being good at expressinâ my emotions and shit. Mâ not good at it⊠but Iâm tryinâ. And I think as long as Iâve got you in my corner Iâll keep tryinâ. So,â he takes another deep breath, âI guess what Iâm sayinâ is⊠mâsorry.â
A long, lingering silence envelopes the two of you with an unmistakable chill. He finds the will to turn his head to look at you only to find that youâre already looking at him with a gaze so intense it leaves him confused. Are you mad? Upset? Both?
Well, that is until he sees a stray tear slip from the corner of your eye. His eyes zero in on it and he feels something in his resolve break. Itâs the first time heâs ever seen you cry (if you can call one tear crying). Heâs seen you pissed, agitated and annoyed but never this.
You wipe the rogue tear away and look back at the fading sky as night begins to fall.
âI miss us too Katsuki.â
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fin.
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Can u do an aizawa fic please â€ïž
HELL YEAH
thanks for the idea pookarooks im for sure gonna write one for himâđœ
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ur angst was so good but u need to make them happy rn/j
Neverđ
FIIIIINE just kidding Iâll whip up a make up part 2 to this and make them happy again đđ€đœ
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âOrder when youâre ready.â
gym bros kiribaku
unexpected visit
smoothie king???
âlemme get uhhhhâŠâ energy
this is by far my longest one shot sooo
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âWhat do you think would happen ifââ
âNo.â
ââŠI didnât even get to finish.â
âIâd rather you not honestly.â
âWhat? Itâs not gonna be bad or anything.â You try to hold back a laugh at the sheer amount of annoyance youâve given the man in less than thirty minutes of his workout.
He sets down the barbell he was benching and adds more weight to it. 25 pounds to be exact. He could really add 40 more but he didnât want to seem like he was trying too hard in front of you.
âIf any of your sentences start with âwhat ifâ I know itâs gonna be something outrageous hun.â He shines you a pretty, lopsided smile. One that meant his words hold no harm.
âSo you should be used to it. Anyways, like I was saying, what would you do if I slappedâholy shit are you benching 315 right now?â The last thing on your mind was your dumbass question.
Quite frankly, youâd already forgotten it after being so caught up in shamelessly ogling Kirishimaâs tensed muscles as he benched. Amidst the intense staring, you hadnât even noticedânor countedâhow many weights heâd actually been putting on. 315 pounds? Thereâs no way he could lift that much. He had to have been showing off. Yeah, thatâs it.
The sharp clang of metal meeting metal brought your focus back to the redhead as he set the last weight on the bar. âSpot me?â Of course youâd happily agreed and made your way behind the bar as Kirishima made quick to re-tie his hair in a neat bun. Heâd always looked so good with his hair up. Over the years, itâd grown long enough to tie back. But even having used box dye for years on end, his hair is beautifully kept. Shiny and soft, ends neatly trimmed and laid.
Making his way over to you, he leans his back against the cushion of the bench and plants his feet flat on the floor on either side of the seat for stability. He doesnât grab the bar yet but he does gaze up at you, his face upside down from your view.
âI know itâs a lot of weight but if I start sputtering and flailing just let the bar crush me.â
âThe hell? You know I could just slide the weights off right?â
âMmh true but I wouldnât want you to hurt yourself trying to save me. Hypothetically.â
âThat has to be the dumbest thing youâve ever said to me.â
âNow you know how it feels to be on the other end of a dumb question huh?â You give him the blankest stare you can muster.
âDo you want me to spot you or not?â
âNo wait please. I actually do need you to watch. Havenât benched this much since high school.â High school?
âKirishima what the actual fuck were you going through to be able to bench 315 in high schoolâŠâ
âI was in situations.â Silence.
ââis that it or?â
âYup. Iâm legally bound to an NDA. Canât say much else babe. Ready to start?â Your expression is a mix between âwhat the fuckâ and simply trying to shake the odd conversation.
âYeah uhm. Go ahead I guess.â He grabs the excessively weighted bar and starts his reps. Up, down, up, downâŠupâŠup, down, up, down, downâŠ
Wait, how many has he done already? You were too busy gawking at the sight before you. Tanned arms packed and loaded with muscles from regular training. Scars and faint freckles littering his biceps from hours in the field. A death-like grip on the barbell, veins practically on the verge of bursting with each upward push of the bar. His face contorted in concentration. Bottom lip slightly reddened from his teeth as he bit his lip with strain to lift the weight. Forehead sparkling in the gym lights, liquid evidence of his fortitude and strength. It left his white tank glued to him like a second skin. And that damn manbun.
âLift.â Youâre brought back from your thoughts at his call to end his set. Your hands wrap around the bar alongside his to raise and set it back in its place on the rack above his head. He lifts his back off of the cushion but stays seated, using the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
âHoly shit that was heavier than I remembered. Did I slip on a wrong weight?â The corners of your mouth lift up in a small smile as you round the bench to stand in front of him.
âEven so, you could handle it. You did real good Ei. Barely had to help you.â
A shy smile graces his face. âAh please. I was just trying to make sure I didnât die in front of you.â Reaching down, he grabs a small towel near his right foot and starts to dab away the sweat from his face.
Itâs almost crazy how he can be so modest after having lifted the weight of a small refrigerator with his own bare hands. And heâs still got the nerve to be reserved about it.
âYeah right. Try tellinâ that to someone who hasnât seen you lift before.â A rough voice comes from behind you, lowkey scaring the shit out of you. You turn your head around and of course itâs none other than the walking ray of sunshine himself.
âYou mind alerting people of your presence before you just pop up outta nowhere?â You say.
âSounds like a personal problem. You should fix that.â Katsuki strides up to you both clearly worn from his workout. He gives you a blank look. You shake your head in dismissal and turn back to Kirishima.
âYâknow, heâs right though. You could probably bench a car easy.â Kirishimaâs eyes crinkle at the sides as he laughs at your comment.
âNah, no way! This was seriously challenging guys, trust.â
Katsuki butts in. He raises a brow, lips set in a straight line.
âNot even a Fiat?â You let out a choked snort, trying not to laugh at his confidence in Kiriâs manpower. Said man raises from his seat, standing to his feet in front of you both. Kirishima chooses to ignore his last question, greeting his long time friend by dabbing him up.
âDidnât know you were gonna be in the gym today man.â Katsuki shrugs nonchalantly, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his grey shorts.
âHad some free time. Thought Iâd come out and brush up on endurance.â His eyes flick from Kirishima to you. âHow long you two been in?â
You pull out your phone to check the time. Kirishima puts a muscular arm around your shoulder and dips his head down a bit to look at your screen. The time reads 4:24 PM. âJust a little over three hours. Why?â You both look back up at Katsuki, awaiting his response.
âNo reason. New smoothie shop down the street just opened. Wanna try it before they close.â
âNo reason,â my ass. This was his nonchalant was of saying âIf you guys are all wrapped up here Iâd love it if youâd make my day and join me for post workout drinks.â
Kirishima is the first to respond. His eyes are all aglow and his eyebrows raise in recognition at the mention of the new spot.
âAh, the one on Delview right? Near the old antiques shop? We should totally go! People have been saying itâs pretty good.â Katsuki gives a short nod and looks at you.
âYou in?â He folds his arms across his broad chest, raising a blonde brow.
Kirishima tightens his hold on you and looks down at you. The beefy arm draped over your shoulders now squeezing you into his side. His eyes light up even more than thought possible. âCâmon hun, Iâm wrapped up here anyway and if you are too we should go!â His gaze drifts back up to land on the man in front of him. âPlus, itâs been a while since the three of us got time to hang together.â
And thatâs how you three ended up in Katsukiâs black Jeep Wrangler with the windows down and Kiri on aux. Or at least he tried to be. After two overly cheery pop songs off his playlist played back to back, Katsuki demanded a change of tune or heâd âChuck the fuckinâ phone out the window and run over it.â Kiri settled for Yeat.
Pulling up to the drive-thru, Katsuki holds his foot on the brake, keeping the car still while he surveys the menu.
âItâs a fuck ton of shit on this menu. You two got any ideas what you want or what?â His eyes are still glued to the menu, squinting while trying to read the small print under the even smaller print. Kirishima leans over as he tries to read over Katsukiâs shoulder, his elbow digging into the carâs center console box.
âHmm. Honestly Iâll take anything with coconut in it. Or watermelon. Oh! Or those little spiky fruits with the white insides.â
âLychee?â You suggest.
âYeah, those! Theyâre so good hun. Have you ever tried oââ
âWill you two chucklefucks just pick already? Weâre holding up the damn line!â The blondeâs voice booms in the car.
You let out a short snort. âChuckle-whats?â
âI swear to god Iâm gonna drag you out of this fucking car if you donât quit,â he threatens through clenched teeth.
Kirishima thinks out loud, ignoring your banter. âEhh actually I think Iâll go with watermelon.â
âYou better make up your mind Red or you ainât gettin shit.â
âHe ainât gotta do a muthafuckinâ thing.â The blonde whips his head around to glare at you where youâre seated in the backseat.
âThe hell did you justââ
âWelcome to Smoothie King. How may I help you?â The butchered voice of an employee rings through the order speaker making you all go silent. Katsuki grumbles something under his breath at you before turning to face the speaker.
âGimme a sec here.â His right hand taps impatiently on the steering wheel. A crackle sounds from the speaker before the employee chimes in again.
âSure. Order when youâre ready.â Katsuki looks back to Kirishima with a vicious glint in his eye.
âHurry the fuck up Red or Iâm ordering for you.â Kirishimaâs teeth pull at his bottom lip before making a decision.
âRight. Uhh, Iâll take a medium smoothie. Half coconut, half watermelon and ask if they can drizzle some lychee syrup on top.â The look Katsuki gives Kirishima is so comically hilarious it takes everything in you not to lose your shit. He just sits there and stares at him. The left corner of his mouth is turned up and his eyebrows pinch in the middle to show an expression of âare you fucking serious right now?â
The silence is so loud itâs deafening. And poor Kirishima doesnât seem to get it. He adds on a forgotten âPlease?â as if thatâs what Katsuki was making that face for.
âAll that bullshit just to get all three fuckinâ flavors in the same goddamn drink,â he grumbles before looking at you in the rear view mirror. âCâmon shit stain. Order.â
âBitchâ yâknow what, never mind.â Choosing to ignore the rude ass name he spit, you tell him your order and sit back in your seat and wait. He sticks his head out the window and finally places your orders then pulls up to the first window.
Handing the cashier his card, he waits for the receipt to print up, taking back his card and pulling to the second window. The server brings out the drinks and hands them carefully to the onry blonde before he then passes them to you and Kirishima.
You both chirp out a brief thanks to the man before happily sipping your drinks. Left hand on the wheel, Katsuki makes a smooth turn out of the drive-thru before taking a sip of his drink held in his right hand. âYou two shitheads better be thankful Iâm generous.â You glare at the back of his head in disbelief.
âGenerous my assââ
âOf course man! Super nice of you to treat us today. Next time itâs on me.â Katsuki side eyes Kirishima, a little thrown from his comment.
ââNext timeâ? Hell no. Thereâs not gonna be a next time. You two idiots would lose your heads if they werenât attached to your shoulders.â
âAww câmon man donât be like that. We gotta hang out more. Right hun?â He turns around in his seat to smile at you in the back.
You chuckle and nod, tone sarcastic. âOf course Iâd love to see more of my best friends.â You hear Katsuki grunt from the driver seat.
âMânot your best friend.â Kirishima turns back in his seat to face front, brow raising as he speaks.
âYou act like you havenât known them since middle school dude. That sounds like best friends to me.â You snicker and tap Kiriâs shoulder to give him a hi-five, the slap resonating in the car.
His knuckles turn white as he grips onto the steering wheel at his wits ends. âIâm gonna kill you both.â You all made plans to meet up again later that week.
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I SWEAR IM WRITING THIS NEW IDEA JUST CAME TO MY HEAD AND ITS TAKING SO LONG TO EXECUTE SORRY
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âIâm done talkinâ
inspired by the song below (i recommend listening while reading
pure angst sry not sry
unresolved anger issues
no happy ending
âAre you sure you donât wanna talk about it at least?â
âThereâs nothinâ to talk about.â
âWith what happened out there just now? There is definitely something to talk about.â
A long silence fills the air. Itâs hard and steely, unwilling to waiver or break. It felt like all the progress you two had made was ripped away in less than a second.
âI donât wanna push but I need us to be on the same page here yeah? Itâs harder to figure this out when itâs justânever mind.â
ââWhen itâs justâ what?â When itâs just me trying is what you wanted to say but decided better against it. His eyes settle on you, the gaze pointed, almost accusatory. You donât want to antagonize him and potentially make the situation worse because of your poor word choice. But itâs hard. Hard to walk on eggshells around someone just to stay in good graces.
âItâs nothing. I misspoke.â
âHere we go with that shit.â
What does he mean?
âWhat do you mean?â A beat passes and heâs speaking again, although reluctantly.
âWould you drop the psychiatrist bullshit? Actinâ like you know every fuckinâ thing when you donât know shit about me.â
Where is this coming from? You try not to get emotional. Itâll only get in the way of finding a fix to⊠whatever this is.
âKatsuki, if you felt that I was overstepping Iâm sorry. But Iâm just trying to better understand whatâs got you lashing out like this.â
âDonât talk down to me like Iâm a fuckinâ kid. Just say what you wanna say straight up. We both know you donât talk like that.â His jaw is clenched hard, the muscles on the sides of his face flexing and constricting every few moments.
Heâs entirely pissed off right now. But itâs almost an unadulterated rage you hadnât seen on him since he was fifteen. All these years heâd done better, been better. Heâd calmed down and grown to let out his frustrations on a punching bag instead of an actual person. Youâd been there by his side along the way, but heâd mainly made the change himself. He pushed himself to be better, to be less angry at the world and all that resided it.
But today is different. And youâre not sure why.
âCan you at least tell me whatâs got you pissed?â Youâre not really sure what to say. Itâs like walking on a mine field. One wrong step and itâs all over.
A short, exasperated chuckle leaves the lips of the man in front of you. Seated on the edge of his bed, forearms propped up on his thighs with his head hanging low, messy tufts of blonde shaking slightly as his body trembles with his laughter. Itâs mocking.
âYou.â His eyes flicked up to yours, the ghost of a sarcastic smile still gracing his face, like he couldnât believe youâd asked him such a dumb question with such an obvious answer.
Your heart sinks. âMe?â
âDid I stutter?â His tone switches. No longer mocking, but now all too serious. Like heâs physically biting his tongue to not tear down your entire character.
âWhy am Iâwhy do you have an issue with me?â
His eyes narrow, embers flickering behind his lashes. His hands ball up together in front of him in a tight grasp. Like heâs trying to keep himself together.
âCuzâyou piss me off. You agitate me.â
âKatsuki Iââ
âDonât talk over me.â Silence.
âYou do that thing where you try to âget down on my levelâ like Iâm somethinâ that needs to be studied. You talk like you know everything I donât already know about myself. Shitâs infuriating. You always gotta make me talk after I get upset about anythinâ. Every. Fucking. Time.â
His jaw is set and he shakes his head in disbelief.
âAnd Iâm sick of that shit. What if I donât wanna talk about how I feel after every situation huh? It comes easy to you. Youâre good at that shit. Expressinâ your emotions. Mânot. I justâclose up.â
It hurts your heart to hear how heâs been struggling this entire time. On the outside itâd seemed like he was opening up and getting in touch with his emotions. But maybe, thatâs only what he wanted you to see. Or maybe, you were looking through rose tinted glasses throughout the last four years. Your eyes fall to the floor under your feet, trying to find the right words to say. But nothing. How can words do justice to how much guilt you feel for overlooking what he was really harboring all by himself? It hurts.
âKatsuki⊠I didnât knowâŠâ Itâs as if no explanation was good enough.
âSave the dramatics for somebody that gives a shit. Iâm over it.â
âNo, thereâs no way you could beââ
âI said Iâm over it. Iâm deading the shit. Iâm not dealinâ with it no more. Iâm done talkinâ.â
The feeling that sits heavy in your stomach is uncomfortable. Itâs unnerving. Never once has an issue with one another not been resolved, but he doesnât even want to try. You canât help but to respect his choice and give him his space.
But something tells you that you might not be able to come back from this. You nod and let out an okay in response, your voice barely above a whisper. You walk to his door, placing your hand on the doorknob and freeze.
âI know itâs a fucked place to be in right now but Iâm always gonna be here for you. Iâm not walking out on you Kats.â More silence fills the room. Nothing comes from him. Not even a grunt or a nod. You twist the knob and leave his room with a heavy heart and a heavy mind.
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You are literally the only one Iâm reading for whenâs itâs comes to bakugou fics I really hate when people put him completely out of character and so soft and fluffy we all know thatâs not the bakugou we know i feel like he would not be in a relationship with anyone thatâs easily he would gave you the longest time to actually trust you and put you as someone he can respect and welcome into his life so he is definitely a Friends to lovers trope he also isnât sexualy attracted to anyone itâs something he learnt recently and wouldnât begin to break lines in a short time so he would probably take a long time to give all of him to you .
Omg bro youâre gonna make me cry tysmđ
And I completely agree, writing Bakugouâs character is pretty delicate to gage. Heâs generally a cool, calm and collected personality type but that doesnât mean he doesnât show emotion. I think thatâs where I try my best to write him well because I feel like if I voided him of too much emotion I may as well have written a rock LOL. I think I mentioned it before but heâs just such a regular degular teen with a bad attitude and a smartass mouth.
And I think thatâs what Horikoshi was trying to capture when writing Bakugou. Just because Iâm writing him in different scenarios doesnât mean I have the right to fully throw away the character he originally created otherwise itâs not really them. Might as well be an oc at that point⊠And heâs not so dramatically written to where heâs just an angry asshole cuz he has to at least have some type of social ability for his classmates to stay near him and invite him to participate in hangouts.
Ahh man im getting off topic but yes, heâs not gonna be all lovey dovey and whatnot. Heâs really just a teen tryna get in his bagđ He ainât got no time to dilly dally with nobody cuz if it ainât about reaching his goals, he has no breath to waste. He just keeps it 100. Heâs not a people pleaser so if he doesnât like a mf he will make it known. I think heâs more of a âthink with your head, not your heartâ kinda dude. Heâs very meticulous and I guess you could say heâs like an old soul.
Circling back to the other point you said, he for sure would take a minute to fully open up to someone and really consider them a friend. Heâs not the easiest person to deal with so heâd be careful when trying to sort out whoâs loyal and whoâs not.
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Mfs are beating this Miguel speaks Spanish agenda like a dead horse jesus fucking christ. He spoke Spanish one time in the film and now mfs are flooding it in ficsđ it gives me the ick so bad. And half the ppl that write it donât even speak Spanish so itâs just random shit thrown together. It reminds me when everyone and they mama was hell bent on writing Sero as Latino and forcing random Spanish in their stories. Like pls stop while ur ahead.
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Yâall should give me a cringey writing prompt and the challenge is for me to rewrite it so itâs not cringey. I think that would be sm funđ
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AAAAAAGGHHHH I wanna write but I have no idea what to write about. Like I need an interesting scenario to go off of. I gotta brainstorm smthn
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i feel like. bakugou didn't have any siblings and has always been a rough-houser, so by the time he's comfortable in his relationship with you, he's SO ANNOYING.
he comes back from his early morning run to find you still in bed and he just lays his entire body weight on you. he'll put you in a headlock for NO REASON. does the thing in the kitchen with a damp dish towel and it hurts omg, he's really good at it. like aiming for your ass EVERY TIME. i love that hc about him being too wound up if he doesn't expend enough energy at work, and you're trying to lay down and go to sleep and he's yanking the blankets off you or scooching too close or trying to poke and prod at you, so you lean over and WHACK HIM ONCE and it's like over for you. it's 10pm and he's ready to wrestle.
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Izuku is a Lucky Daye song. And what I mean by that is, he looks like how a Lucky Daye song sounds.
Iâm sitting here listening to Roll Some Mo and the song just reminds me of him. The instrumentals are groovy and soft. They have the right amount of definition to them.
It reflects in Izuku. How heâs gently and reliable but also has an edge where he uses his intelligence, his brawn to protect and serve anyone who needs his aid.
The soft vocals that flow over the sound. It sounds of fresh greens, earth and soil. Reminds me of the flecks of soft brown that litter his cheeks and the mossy tufts of his hair.
Anyways, if anyone even knows who Lucky Daye is and knows what Iâm talking about does this make sense? Cuz it makes sense to me LMAO
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