bnha characters as actual things i’ve heard (part 2)
"that's illegal. i'm going to stab you." - himiko toga
*to students* "what is wrong with you?" - shota aizawa
*in english class* "i'm still passing this class, though. i have a ninety-three" - denki kaminari
"manslaughter." - dabi
bonus:
"is that a pokemon" - eijirou kirishima
*sero and denki laughing in the background*
"that's za warudo, how the fuck does that look like a pokemon" - katsuki bakugou
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shiketsu has a reputation --- just as UA lives as the pinnacle of heroic education in the east, shiketsu sits atop its pedestal as its s i s t e r in the west, developing strong heroes out of nervous teens. and while both institutions are prestigious & esteemed, there exists… a certain jealousy from the students at shiketsu high ; because it really wasn’t f a i r, you see, that UA remained the MORE LOVED SISTER, telecast onto the news every other day, even though shiketsu pumped out just as many t a l e n t e d young heroes.
so it can make for a bit of animosity, on the part of s o m e students ( not all, of course ). it’s the reason that a group of first years, sporting intimidating physical quirks & improper posture, seem to have taken it upon themselves to UPHOLD SHIKETSU’S HONOUR. by being dicks.
one makes a fairly pointed & ignorant quip to a passing student with a fairly p l a i n face, baring his teeth as if in warning ( don’t get too close ! this is o u r turf ! there’s no room here for UA students ! ). his friends think it awfully funny, snickering annoyingly to one another & clapping their hands together in false celebration of his idiocy. that is, until a voice BARKS through their chittering laughter, authoritative & b o r e d ---
❝ oh fuck off, nori ❞ --- & the student that exists the gate is y a w n i n g, having taken her bag & biffing it into the boy’s stomach, his reaction a double over & a comical oof. uniform sleeves are rolled up to her elbows, revealing a separate set of sleeves, the ink from which is now b l e e d i n g out of her forearms in playful warning. ❝ it’s a miracle you have any friends --- get lost, dweebs. ❞
when they’ve grumbled their annoyance & walked away, she slings her bag back onto her shoulder & crosses the distance to the student they’d been heckling. she shoots him an easy smile, ink seeping back into her wrists. ❝ sorry about them. they’re not that bad, just jealous is all. I’m gogo. ❞ @serophaned ! ! !
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sero-phane replied to your post: “ “You ever spend an hour eating a whole bag of doritos while...” :
"What kind of power does Cool Ranch give you?"
“The power not to sob over my failures- Well…I-I mean…It…It depends on the ingredients…Since…They’re corn chips and also use corn flour…I can…Make my fingers into little corns? Or just make my hand an ear of corn…Most of the other ingredients are powders and it’s…It’s not easy to pull anything out of that, really…”
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“ How strong is your tape? ” If she remembered correctly, in the sports festival he used it to sling himself. Normally tape can’t support the weight of a human. It left her rather curious about his quirk. “ Can you control its strength or is it just impossible for anyone besides you to cut it? ”
@serophaned // sc.
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.・。.・ ♥ – @serophaned.
“ Oh, cut out this foolishness. I expected more of a hero course student -- ”
“ -- Is what I’d say if I was a boring narbo. What I will say for real is that whatever you’re doing looks totally awesome and I want in on the fun. ”
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😍 💙
kiss meme | accepting | @serophaned
spiderman kiss !
she’s always found comfort in her balcony — a sky-high p e r c h for an achromatic bird, who leans against the railing FIFTEEN STORIES HIGH. the v i e w has always held a certain hope, a certain assurance — the city, alive with lights, screaming with noise, the old HERO’S PLAYGROUND of the man whose absence had left a hole in her chest that can’t be filled. its comforting to allow her eyes to swim with the vibratory colours below. it keeps her in a zen-like, trance-like calm, a much needed stress reliever from the day’s training.
though, such calm must always be broken — once by a passing crow, once by a sudden rain — this time, by the sudden DROPPING FROM ABOVE of one SERO HANTA
❝ jesus — ! ❞ she s w e a r s and STARTS, hand jolting to her battering-ram heart, other supporting her weight just in case she fainted from the surprise. hears him laugh, and apologize, his free arm holding her steady ( surprising depth perception, upside down ! ) and the small act in itself, the warmth of his hold, brings her back to earth surprisingly quickly. ink-black gaze lifts to see his glimmering expression, his body hanging from his tape, attached to a balcony a few stories up — death defying h e i g h t, yet you’d never guess it by the smile he’s wearing for her.
( hears him whisper hi, in the breeze — and her stomach does a somersault )
there’s something in the way the streetlights, s t r o n g even this high up, back-light his gleaming expression, hanging by a thread too many feet off the ground for anyone to be so casual about it. but people have always underestimated sero hanta, especially concerning his b r a v e r y, which she’s watched grow by bounds in the last year. when she straightens up, hands lift to tug gently at the little ponytail he’s been sporting lately, the smile on her face so damn soft —though her expression is c o n f u s e d to say the very least.
❝ what are you doing here..? ❞ a near-whispered question normally asked in anger — normally asked with a much less amorous look in one’s eyes, but the way in which this question is asked is much too wistful to be anything but elation. she shakes her head ( doesn’t matter, in the end ! ), hands holding his hovering face — framing that TRADEMARK SMILE in an ink black matte. there’s a tightness in her chest, a pleasant constriction, that makes it pleasantly difficult to breathe. doesn’t matter why he’s here.
she leans forward into his space, holding his swaying body still by the nape of his neck — and kisses him, firmly, and slow, a kiss that feels like I haven’t held you since summer, and I missed you, all in one. and when he kisses back ( feels like videochat just wasn’t enough, you know ), she smiles — into the kiss — at the c o n f i d e n c e sero’s found, far from the blushing, blustered, flustered boy she’d first kissed in that hammock to the tune of a CHIRPING LOVEBIRD. she squeezes his face ever so gently, moving from lips to the tip of his nose, dipping to his eyelids, the scrunch of his eyebrows, smattering of kisses on a face she hasn’t seen in person for … annoyingly long.
she supposes that’s a testament to their being dedication young heroes in training. still annoying.
when she pulls back from his face, she’s grinning, now tugging gently at the back of his neck — backing toward her sliding door that lead back into her apartment. thumbs draw circles at the sides of his neck, enticing little touches belying the suddenly — playfully — stern look upon her face. ❝ you better not have been thinking of leaving, sero hanta. ❞ another tug, insistent, before letting him go to s w a y in the night, sauntering backward through the doorframe and leaving the glass wide open. ❝ come on, spiderman. don’t leave me hangin’. ❞
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