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I Don’t Want to End this Season on a Bad Episode
SATOSUGU SATOSUGU SATOSUGU. 🗣️‼️
university AU in which Satoru is ready to confess, but Suguru has bigger things in mind. Things… bigger than them.
Art by Gege Akutami
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It was his birthday. February 3rd.
Satoru would always remember that day.
He’s been planning his gift for a month now, everything to the tee. He could imagine his face now. First surprise- his eyes would blow wide, his brows pinched together as he tried his best to get out the words, “what’s this?”. Then, after Satoru grinned and shoved the gift closer, saying a small, “happy birthday, Suguru,” a small smile would show itself on his lips, a light blush dusting his cheeks. He would reach out with hesitant, fair-skinned hands, taking the box from where it perched on Satoru’s, their fingers brushing as he took it in his possession. He would admire the wrapping, his favorite form of symbolism, ying and yang. He had always been a sucker for poetic symbolism. He was studying literature after all.
Meeting Satoru’s eyes, he would smile, for real, the corners of his eyes scrunching together and a strand of his beautiful pitch hair would fall from his lazy half bun. Suguru would welcome him inside, open the present, and find a cluster of things he’d been asking for. But, Suguru never asked for anything. He would drop hints, speak them in a hushed whisper that would drift of in the wind if Satoru hadn’t a trained ear for the man’s voice.
As Satoru watched his eyes light up with the reveal of each new item, the sun would peer in through the curtain, highlighting his features in rays of beauty. His deep brown eyes that Satoru could all but too easily loose himself in, would shine a bright hazel. But his smile-
Oh, his smile.
Satoru had to end his fantasy there. If he went any further, he might not get inside the house and just kiss him on the spot… which was… not part of the plan.
But hey, plans change don’t they?
Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo were best friends. They were they moon to the others sun, the light to the others shadow.
But, and it was funny that Suguru was the one who had told him this, light cannot exist in shared space with a shadow, and the sun cannot exist in shared space with the moon. It had been one of his many rants about his latest novel he’d reading, and while Satoru couldn’t give half a care about any book-
He would give the world for Suguru Geto.
And, just as so, he lost his world with him, as well.
Ironic, isn’t it?
Everything was going according to plan. Satoru wore his best outfit, his favorite shades, the watch Suguru, himself, had given him. He approached his apartment, adjusted his snow-bunny hair in his compact mirror, then slipped it into his pocket and attempted to knock.
He chickened out the first time.
But, as it turnt out, he didn’t need to.
The door swung open, Satoru’s hand held in suspension just before it.
There stood Suguru. He had a wide, wide smile, a simple outfit adorned that appeared to be just thrown together.
He stopped short at the sight of his friend.
It took a moment, but it seemed something akin to relief washed over him, his smile flourishing, his shoulder slumping and his brows falling to their resting position in his face.
“Satoru,” he breathed, and Satoru had to wonder if he was out of breath.
Quickly stashing the gift behind his back, Satoru put in his best goofy grin. “What, are you stalking me now?” He joked, and Suguru laughed. A real, hearty, honest to god laugh.
To think Satoru even thought himself to have the right to call that face his.
His heart melted away in his chest, but Satoru mushed on. Suguru Geto didn’t get this excited over just anything.
“Satoru,” he said again, more composed this time, and the blue-eyed man thought the news was soon to come. He buckled down, preparing to celebrate with him.
“I got the job.”
Satoru had to pause for a moment. The job? What job?
But then it all came back to him.
Of course the “job”. It was one of the only thing Suguru would talk about these past months.
Suguru Geto had applied for a job with a publishing firm that was notorious for its classic literature magazine. It was at the beginning of the year, he had no degree’s above Highschool at the time, but he decided to through caution to the wind and try. In fact, Satoru had encouraged him to!
At the time, Miyagi, Japan and Toronto, Canada didn’t seem so far appart.
The box slipped from Satoru’s hand with a crash that slashed his thoughts.
Something had broken.
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this was some what inspired by Are We Still Friends by Tyler the Creator. Specifically the line “don’t go get green skin, keep in contact/ don’t say goodbye, smell you later/ I can’t/ I don’t want to end this season on a bad episode, nga” 🤭 if y’all want something fluffier to read tho, I’m abt to start a Satosugu Rapunzel AU on ao3, so I’ll let y’all know when it’s out! Love ya! <33
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old brush with the band kids!
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THEYRE S ZUTARA CODED OMG
the recommended kids (i love how oddly supportive they are of each other)
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i finally took the time to put SK8 on VHS... so fucking worth it dudes 10/10 just for vibes alone
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“LANGA!”
The words still pounded in the teens skull, even a full night’s sleep later. He would never get the words out of his mind until different words spoken by the redhead replaced it.
He needed to find Reki.
(Also, his board was broken, but in all honestly, Langa almost forgot it at home.)
There was a dark grumble from the sky above, and Langa peered at the grey storm clouds rolling in from the coast. His mother would kill him if he caught a cold on his hunt, but he refused to go back empty handed.
He left DopeSketch sullen, a measly wave thrown back at Oda as he continued on his way.
The only place left to investigate was the skatepark, he supposed.
It was a short jog over, before the top of the ramps began to peek over the tree tops-
But wait.
The first drop of rain fell, sliding off Langa’s forehead and down his cheeks, spread wide in a grin.
Reki.
The boy took off in a sprint. It had to be Reki. He recognized that hair anywhere!
As he rounded the gate into the park, there was another low roll of thunder in the distance, a couple more rain drops falling into a drizzle.
“Reki!” Langa exclaimed, and the boy in question caught his eye midair, falling back to the ground with a smile that spoke nothing more than relief.
Reki jogged over to the lanky teen, and they could only catch their breath as they took eachother in.
The rain was splashing on the ground now, puddles forming at their feet and slushing around in their shoes.
Langa wanted to cry.
“… Hey,” Reki stated, and in was in such a tone, such a manner, that Langa knew it was okay.
He dove into the hug just as the rain began to pour.
He’s back.
They’re back.
Reki returned the sentiment gratefully, his arms tight and firm around Langa’s lower back. He felt his tanned face nozzle into his neck, felt the soft chuckles that reverberated through his chest and straight into Langa’s.
Their clothes were soaked. Their hair was soaked. But all that did was give a much needed hiding place for the joyous tears that slid down Langa’s cheek.
“I missed you,” he mumbled his hold tightening in tandem with another roll of thunder.
“Missed you more,” the redhead replied.
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saw this post and proceeded to write a oneshot.
Reki and Langa deserve another "in the rain under a streetlight" moment but this time they have an umbrella and they kiss under it in the starlight and all the rain magically goes away and then they walk home while splashing through puddles and laughing all the way
look they deserve a do-over for that scene ok? they just do
#renga sk8#sk8 anime#sk8 the infinity#sk8 langa#sk8 reki#kyan reki#langa hasegawa#reki kyan#renga#shipping#gay#anime
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I LITERALLY WROTE A SPIDEY REKI AU
QUESTIONING IF I SHOUKD POST OF NOT THO CUX ITS KINDA LAZY 😭😭
(go follow this person btw he’s literally everything)
reki>>>
andrew garfields spiderman>>>
reki AS andrew garfields spiderman>>>
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IN. LOVE
OMG 😭🫶🏽
its a day late but here's my contribution to valentines day
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sending ts to my mom
how are christians homophobic when theres yaoi in the bible.
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Now whose fault is it that I'm now simping Hatsune Miku??
hatsune miku... save me...
miku
save me hatsune miku....
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ugh, me when symbolism
he ate my heart
tw: blood, cannibalism
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Langa is actually the sweetest pie wtf
coping with the sk8 season 2 wait by finally finishing these drawings..
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Green Eyes~~
Tw for self harm? kinda?
Art by @laurydoodles on twt <3
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The teacher thought she was doing them a favor, putting them together in this project. Why wouldn’t she? They were best friends, weren’t they?
Lately, though, it hadn’t exactly felt like it.
The school day had finished, and Reki wasted no time gathering his things and heading out. He didn’t even bother turning to see if Langa would follow him, but of course, he would. He had no idea what thoughts rampaged in the redhead's mind at the mere sight of Langa’s face.
“Uh- Reki?” the lanky teen called, fumbling with his supplies. Reki turned from the door, staring back at him, unimpressed.
“You know where I live,” he said flatly. A shrug and the redhead is once again on his way out the door.
“You expect me to remember that?” He heard distantly, and man, Reki missed making fun of his memory. Making fun of his sloppiness, yet turning right back around and ensuring he was perfect.
But that was the problem, wasn’t it?
No one should be perfect, and Langa wasn’t. Those weren’t the traits of a perfect person, Reki should know. He had all of them and more…
Yet, when Langa performed those actions and flaunted those quirks, it was seen as endearing. Cute.
‘What am I doing wrong?’
Just as he was about to exit the building, Langa came running up behind him, huffing and puffing. Already, he could hear a group of girls that stood nearby giggle and whisper about him. But not in the way they giggled and whispered about Reki.
“C’mon, Reki!” Langa said, holding his side as he made his way over. “I know you’re not talking to me or whatever, but this is for a grade, you know!”
“Yeah,” the redhead states, dropping his board and stepping on. “I know.”
And he proceeds to skate away. Being around Langa just isn’t healthy for him… and he needs to start prioritizing himself a little. He’s spent too much energy on everybody else.
There was a groan from the former, and he dropped onto his board as well to go after him, but of course, he gets stopped by those girls. Reki watched their frames get smaller and smaller as he continued home.
He used to be proud of Langa whenever he got another love confession, but now he was just jealous and frustrated and all the feelings he shouldn’t be feeling. He’s such a bad friend. Why can’t he just push his negative emotions away and be normal again?
He couldn’t even smile at him anymore.
He arrived home, dropping his things lazily by the door and shuffling to his room. He hears his mother say hi, but he can’t find the energy to return the sentiment. He locks his door and flops onto his bed.
Langa would be there any minute.
What should he do?
There had to be a way to at least prolong this inevitable interaction… but how?
Reki lifts his head, peering around his room. He could take a shower. A long, steaming hot shower that would hopefully burn all these disgusting thoughts from his mind.
‘Shut up,’ he told himself. ‘It’s not that serious.’
He grabs a simple pair of plaid pajama pants and a band tee before heading to the bathroom.
His speaker already sits on the counter, so he connects it to his phone and sits on the toilet while waiting for the water to heat. He scrolls through endless skateboard images online before he starts to miss Langa again and promptly shuts it off, feeling the stinging in his throat.
The water is blistering hot, to the point where he physically releases an “Ouch!”, jumping back.
…That was good though. Just that little shock of pain took his mind off Langa.
Maybe that’s what he needs. A distraction.
The boy takes his second attempt at stepping under the water, and although it burns his skin… it feels good.
He gets used to it in no time and proceeds to sing his heart out, not caring who might happen to walk past the bathroom and hear.
As he enters his room, still humming the words to one of the many Radiohead songs in his playlist, he’s stopped dead in his tracks by the frosty blue eyes that find his.
They both blinked seemingly in tandem before Langa gave a chuckle and said, “I didn’t know you could sing.”
The emotion is wiped from Reki’s face and he sighs, sliding into his desk chair. “Do you make it a hobby to spy on people in the shower or is that just a me thing?”
“Only when they’re belting the lyrics to Lovejoy songs.”
Reki met him with a flat look, and the boy shrugged. An eye roll and the redhead turned back to his desk.
“Fifty-fifty it,” he said. “I’m not trying to talk to you.”
“C’mon Reki,” Langa pleaded, seemingly not interested in doing work. That’s good, he guessed. Reki wasn’t either. “Can’t we just talk about it?”
Reki gave a long, hard look into his eyes, searching far and wide for any hint of another betrayal, but they were so pretty that it was no good trying to find anything but perfection. He simply settled for turning back around. “Don’t look at me like that.”
Langa stands to his feet, taking a hesitant step forward. “Like what?”
“Like-“ he looks back over his shoulder dejectedly. “Like fucking that, man!” He feels his voice about to crack, so he breaks eye contact and stares back down at his desk. “Like this is all my fault somehow.”
“I just want to talk to you, Reki,” Langa says, his hands out as if he were trying to reason with him. “Please?”
“Well, I don’t, alright?” the redhead stated, a note of finality in his tone as he pulled his backpack into his lap to retrieve his notebooks. “What do you-“
“Are you saying it’s my fault then?” Langa asked, clearly not picking up on Reki’s attempt to not talk about this.
The was a groan from the latter, and he glared back at the former, his shoulders tight as he snarled, “Of fucking course it’s your fault!” He stood to his feet, his backpack discarded and forgotten. With every word, he moved closer, a sneer on his lips. “I warned you about ADAM. Didn’t I? You saw what he did to me, right?”
“I was just-!”
“What?” Reki interrupts. “Having fun? Curious? He could’ve fucking killed me, Langa! Do you not understand that?!”
“He wouldn’t have killed you.”
“You don’t know that!” He yelled, arms flaring as he turned away to calm himself down. God, he didn’t want to yell at him. He really didn't want to yell at him.
But god-fucking-damnit! He made it so easy!
“Reki…” Langa said, and there he went, saying his name in that way that he knew made Reki fold. It’s unhealthy!
“Langa!” He says, turning, exasperated. “What isn’t clicking, man?”
The blue-haired teen gives a huff, pulling his lips into his mouth. His eyes wandered everywhere but to Reki as he said, “I don’t get why you can’t be proud of me.”
Reki’s brows scrunch. “What-?”
“I’m going to beat ADAM for both of us, Reki!” There’s a grin starting to peek through, almost triumphant. “Isn’t that a good thing?”
“… I never asked you to take down ADAM, Langa.”
Langa’s face fell, but his voice still held volume as he said, “I know. But I still want to.”
Reki peers back up through eyes just barely glossed over. “Why?”
He stammered a few times, searching for the words before: “Because I care about you, Reki!” He exclaimed, throwing up his hands. “Is that so hard to believe?”
“Yes! Langa!” Reki replied, his voice wobbling and cracking. “Yes, it is!”
Emotion from every corner of his mind seemed to seep into Langa’s eyes, and Reki thought that maybe he finally understood.
“Do you get it, now?” He asked, his voice sounding like something between a laugh and a cry. “Ever since you were met with the idea of beating ADAM, it’s like you’ve been obsessed!”
“That’s not-“
“You don’t care about me,” Reki went on, his vision so blurred he could hardly see his surroundings. “You don’t care about anything but beating ADAM. But guess what, Langa.”
Reki met the latter's eyes no matter how hard he resisted. “I cared about you. I cared so much that I made you promise that you wouldn’t go against ADAM because I know what he’s capable of. You saw what he did to me. Do you want to see the scars? Would that get it through your thick fuckin’ skull?”
Reki was panting. Air was hard to come by right now. He just wanted Langa to understand.
The boy in question opened and closed his mouth several times. There were so many words so clearly on his tongue, but it seemed only a fraction came out with, “… What scars?”
“What? Did you think I was getting out of there good as new?” Reki scoffed. He turned and lifted the back of his shirt, revealing that valley of stains and scrapes on his back, a constant reminder of what he let happen that day. The boy let out a chuckle, bitter and guttural as it may have been. “Not pretty?”
He looked over his shoulder to gauge a response, but all he saw was Langa’s mouth flapping open and closed once more.
“Reki, I’m-“
“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry,” Reki gritted through his teeth, letting his shirt fall back down to meet the others' eyes again. “Not again.”
More blinking. More mouthing.
“You know what?” Reki said, turning back to his desk chair. “This is going nowhere. Let’s just finish this project so you can get out of my room.”
Langa still hadn’t moved, but his eyes were starting to gloss over now.
Reki didn’t know how long he’d hold up if he started crying.
He watched, waited. He knew this boy well, even if their relationship had… shifted, in the past weeks. Langa had the tendency to lock himself in mind prisons when met with daunting obstacles. He just needed a minute to lay down the tracks for his train of thought.
Reki supposed he could give it to him.
Turning back to the desk and retrieving his backpack, he gets to work on the first half of the assignment. He’s about 20 seconds in when there’s shuffling behind him. Reki doesn’t turn, though, until Langa taps his shoulder, because the boy tends to be fragile in whatever his current emotion may be after figuring his way out of his mind prison. Sometimes he doesn’t want to talk or interact until the objective at hand is complete. Sometimes he is still a little tangled up in there and doesn’t like to be touched until he’s fully free.
Reki knows these things because he cares.
And because he cares, he recognizes that look in Langa’s eye and sighs, standing and letting him crash in to hug him.
‘It’s unhealthy’ says that voice in the back of his mind, but all he could hear, see, smell, feel was Langa, Langa, Langa, and man has he missed it.
“I’m sorry,” the taller of the two mumbled.
“For what?” Reki replies, the sound muffled by Langa’s shoulder.
“For… for breaking your promise,” he answers.
There’s silence for a long, long moment before, “I really miss you, Langa.”
Langa took a step back, and Reki immediately missed him. God, why can’t they just go back to normal? Why is he still so bitter about this?
“Can we please be friends again?” Langa asked, and Reki's heart tumbled to his toes.
He’s so pretty, even when he cries.
He’s so pretty, and talented, and funny, and everything Reki isn’t.
Is he a bad person for not liking him for that?
He was jealous. Reki Kyan was so jealous of Langa it wasn’t even funny because Langa is perfect in every way and Reki… isn’t. And he would keep blaming Langa for that until he blamed himself, and no one wanted to be friends with someone as lame as that.
And so, with a heavy heart, Reki shakes his head.
“We just aren’t right for each other anymore.”
And it’s a very silent night of completing their project before Reki finally has his room back to himself.
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there she is! Im so obsessed with renga rn its not even funny. Just gay skater dude angst. Btw this is meant to take the place of their fight in the rain lol. I just wanted to put my own little spin on it,yk?
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Go, Kitty, Go!
Art by: @toughbunnydraws on twt! (i will never call it X)
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It was a cool autumn evening; the sun shining bright through the curtains, the sounds of birds chirping in the tree just outside the apartment complex. Last night's mission was a royal pain in the ass, having Katsuki fighting for his life until nearly 3:30 in the morning.
He was tired, to put it frankly.
And usually he didn’t let late nights get to him. He was always the first one up, the last one down. But today, Katsuki really just needed his beauty rest.
So, you can imagine his frustration when a certain green-haired man bursts into their room, pulling him from under his sheets.
Katsuki had half a mind to blow his ass to space, but he could barely process what was happening.
“What the fuck?" he grumbled, fighting back against Izuku’s grip. “Let me sleep!”
He insisted, though. “It’s important!”
Katsuki brought his foot up and kicked him away in his chest. “Don’t care.”
Izuku groaned, pulling harder. “C’mon!! It’s worth it!!”
“No, it’s not!” he exclaimed, reaching for his sheets as Izuku dragged him in the opposite direction. “Deku!”
Izuku chuckled under his breath, throwing some discarded flannel at him. “Put this on. It’s cold!”
“Exactly why I should be asleep!” Katsuki replied, slipping his arms into the sleeves regardless. “Where the fuck are we even going?”
Izuku looked back at him with that sunshine grin of his that never failed to make Katsuki’s heart skip a beat. “It’s a surprise!” he said, turning back to rush out the door. “We gotta hurry though! C’mon!!”
A roll of his eyes, and Katsuki resigned himself to follow after his rouge partner. “Shithead,” he muttered.
“You’ll love it, Kacchan!” Izuku squealed, sliding his hand from his wrist to Katsuki’s hand to march down the street.
As they made their way to wherever it was they were going, people on the street whispered to themselves, “Dynamite and Deku?” and Katsuki got the sudden urge to disregard everything Izuku said and head back home. He wasn’t dressed right for the public! His hair was askew, his outfit was uncoordinated- hell, he hadn’t even brushed his teeth, yet! He'd literally just rolled out of bed.
“You owe me brownies for this,” Katsuki said, just loud enough for only Izuku to hear.
The greenette interlaced their fingers and squeezed, saying, “I’ll make them myself.”
… Okay. That made things a little better.
Katsuki let out an aggressive sigh, looking around for any onlookers. Any straggling eyes he found earned themselves a snarl. No way would he find a picture of him in his star-print pajama pants on a hero blog tomorrow.
One final turn and Izuku finally stopped. He looked over his shoulder and shushed him.
“Don’t scare them,” he whispered, creeping forward.
Katsuki raised a brow, taking light steps in his lead. Don’t scare what?
“Meow! Meow!”
Oh. Don’t scare them.
Katsuki looked to Izuku with skepticism, and the man smiled proudly. “I found them on my jog this morning,” Izuku explained, crouching down and letting one of the five cats- one with black spots on white fur- sniff his hand. “They’re super friendly! I had to show you.”
“Sure they don’t have rabies or something?” Katsuki asked, neck craned back in hesitation.
Izuku scoffed, folding his arms on his legs. “Even if they did, they’d never bite anyone. They’re too sweet!”
Katsuki was still unconvinced.
“C’mon!” Izuku urged, motioning to the fully black one. “Just try!”
He really needed to learn how to say no to him.
With a reluctant sigh, Katsuki crouched, folding his arms over his knees and resting his chin on his forearm. He studied the cat, and it studied him. He could see Izuku vibrating in excitement beside him, and he once again let out a sigh, swinging out hand for the cat to sniff.
“See!” Izuku said, still scratching the white and black cat behind it’s ears. “They’re so friendly!”
“Yeah…” Katsuki replied, mouth buried behind his arm. With all his concentration on the black cat, he didn’t even notice the other black and white spotted one that came to rub against his side. He gave a flinch, looking over as best he could without disturbing it.
Izuku chuckled from beside him. “They like you, Kacchan!”
Katsuki could only hum his agreement. He turned back to the black one, getting a little more comfortable. He moved to pet behind its ear, and it must’ve liked that given the way it moved closer with a pur. He gave Izuku another look, then promptly turned back to the feline when they made eye contact. “Feels nice,” he mumbled.
“I know,” Izuku replied, scooting closer to his partner. “… Can we keep one?”
That woke Katsuki up real fast.
Turning to face him, Katsuki could only blink.
“Pleaseeee!” He whined. “Just one!”
Katsuki leveled Izuku with a look. “You know we can’t do pets, Izuku.” He said. “It’s-“
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Izuku grumbled, his posture slumping as he turned back to the white cat with a frown. “Too dangerous, blah blah blah.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes, turning back to the one that’d taken claim to him. With his mouth pressed into his forearm, he mumbled, “Then why’d you ask?”
There was a shrug from the former. “Wanted to see if the answer’d change.”
That was the thing with heroism. There would always be people looking for them, hunting them down. It was hardly safe for them to be publicly together, they couldn’t risk a life as fragile as an animal’s, too.
With a huff, Katsuki stood back up on his feet, brushing his hands off his pants. “Call the frog girl,” he said, and Izuku looked up from the hole he’d been staring into the concrete. “These guys are too nice for their own good. They’ll get demolished out here.”
Izuku nodded silently, standing as well and taking out his phone to call Asui’s pet clinic. Katsuki took a seat on the stairs beside the little home the felines had made for themselves, and the two lapsed into silence, even after Izuku sat down beside him.
Not paying attention to much of anything, it gave Katsuki a little jolt when Izuku’s head fell to his shoulder.
“Are you sure?” He whispered.
Katsuki nodded with a grunt, clasping Izuku’s hand in his own. “Yeah.”
He hears the little swallow Izuku gives. “Will we ever—?“
“Don’t know,” Katsuki cuts in, squeezing harder. “We chose this, ‘Zuku. You knew what you were signing up for.”
There’s a slight deflation from the boy beside him, and he presses a kiss to his cheek. “Yeah.”
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So ive decided that im going to start writing one shots based on random fanarts I find on Pinterest, this one being the first of many. I have so many ideas, you guys don't even know.
Also, sorry abt the little bit of angst at the end there, its almost impossible for me to write something that's only fluff. idk whats wrong w me.
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The ways in which you talk to me… 😫
Satosugu ✨
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GUYSSSSS
I posted a new fic on Ao3 called Call it Fate, Call it Karma!! My user on their is the same as on here RocketNotTheRaccon, so please go check it out?? It’s really fun and it’s only going to go further! It’s a Spidey-Deku AU where AFO tried to quirk a spider as an experiment but it didn’t exactly go as planned! I only have one chapter out so far, but more is definitely soon to come!
Here’s a link for easier access: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48504472/chapters/122349820 so maybe stop by!
Love you lots <333
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