i’m absolutely feral for street racing aus
just sat in bed imagining bakugou as some infamous street racer, he’s known to be cocky and mean to his opponents and rightfully so, he’s the best at what he does. his car is his pride and joy, it’s a beautiful black in the dark but under certain lights it changes to a deep army green, black tinted windows that have gotten him into trouble more times he’d like to admit.
as much as he loves racing, he also loves fucking about with friends in their cars. finding obscure places to drift and do donuts with his friends, it’s a good way for him to relax and goof around without worrying about the outcome of a race that means he might be eating good for the month or not at all.
so i’m picturing it’s one of those nights, he’s sat on the hood of his car whilst he watches kaminari and sero in the distance practicing their drifting. it’s usually just a friend gathering so colour him surprised when kirishima turns up, late by the way, with a pretty girl climbing out of the passenger door and kirishima is absolutely beaming at the way bakugou is shamelessly staring.
he hasn’t quite seen anyone like you before, sure he’s seen plenty of models who come to the races and the after parties but there’s something different about you. something that’s got his stomach flipping and heart beating faster when you look his way, and with a gentle smile that automatically has him giving a soft smile back.
kirishima finally brings you over, and bakugou scoots over to let you lean against the hood of his car next to him and you do, he can see you hesitate because it’s a pretty expensive car. eventually kirishima jogs off to go help kaminari with something & leaves the both of you just in this weird silence. it’s not awkward so to say but he doesn’t know how to speak to someone beautiful like you.
“so how’d shitty hair rope you into coming to shit like this?” comes his rough voice, and you look at him finally. you’re so close he can see all your features clearly, the gloss on your lips shining when you pout a little to think about your answer. you’re so gorgeous it hurts.
“i told him that i attended the race last weekend, and that whoever came first totally deserves to have their dick sucked for the manoeuvre they pulled.” you laugh, shrugging a little. and the longer he stares, watching you get embarrassed at your own words. shit, you mean that.
he grins now, that signature cocky smile. “that was me, sweetheart.” and you gape at him, wide eyes in shock that you admitted such a thing. how didn’t you recognise his car? maybe it’s the lighting here, it is pretty shitty. “so am i allowed to take you up on that offer?”
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students are filling out a teacher & course evaluation today,,, very nervous 😀 ik that ultimately it’s just their opinions and some of them will be pissy or mean bc they hate that they have to take the class, but it’s still kind of scary. idk like this is what i’ve been working towards, this is what i worked so hard for the past four years and like what if i’m Awful idk
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trophy wife as in “i wanna be their most precious adored little treat, always dolled up and doting on them”
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