"I mean I probably shoulda anticipated it. Kinda naive to think being a hero would be anything but dangerous. Plus, I already almost died in middle school too." It was like he was a magnet for bad luck as much as he was one for success... Getting kidnapped, drawing villains toward himself constantly... "Part of the territory."

     “Well yeah, I mean, it’s not like-” Wait. Pause. Hold the phone. 

     A moment passed in silence, Hanta’s facial features briefly screwing up into one of distinct confusion before his mouth managed to catch up to the oddity in the other’s sentence his brain had snagged on. 

     “Did you just say you’d already almost died in middle school??” 

hexarms:

        Not something he was used to doing,  as it was rare someone touched him so familiarly and it had been years since either of his parents played with his hair,  the sound was nearly halted as Sero broke through with that comment.    Looking up to him,  Shouji moved his head a bit for the other’s hand to get another spot.

        “    It’s not something I tend to do on my own.    ”

     The grin that had been plastered across the teen’s face stretched a little wider, nimble fingers happily accepting the invitation to pet the other some more now that he’d been reassured that Shoji didn’t find it weird or anything. 

     “Well, when y’say it like that, you make it sound like you have a cat living in your chest or something, haha. Is this like, part of your quirk?” 

The pen drops to the table and Katsuki doesn't bother to pick it up again, instead rolling it from side to side absentmindedly. He hadn't really meant to start a /conversation/. If anything, such a subject would only make the tall, sweaty teen /nervous/. He shrugged. "Guess I kinda thought we wouldn't have to worry about dying until /after/ graduation, ya know."

     Well that was..... both an incredibly morbid and terrifyingly relevant thought at the same time. He supposed he’d never really thought of it like that; sure they’d had some close calls in the past, but Hanta himself had never really been in a situation where his life had truly been on the line. Even at USJ he’d had the knowledge that his classmates were at his back, and at the summer camp he’d been far from the fighting right from the get-go. 

     He supposed Bakugou hadn’t been, though. He’d been right in the fire of it at USJ, and at the summer camp he’d been kidnapped- so perhaps his friend’s perspective on their question of mortality was somewhat more educated than his own. 

     “Shit man, I guess I kinda never really thought about it. Like, not really? I’ve kinda always scraped by without getting too caught up in all the crazy. S’kinda wild, though. Like, any one of us could have really died.” 

hexarms:

        he’s not saying anything,  unable to truly do anything as the hands in his hair cause him to literally purr as he sits there on the dorm’s living room couch.

     It hadn’t been his intention to start petting his classmate’s hair ( in fact he’d really only reached up to brush a bit of- what was that, dryer lint? random fluff?- off of the taller teen’s head ) but the instantaneous ( and frankly quite incredible ) response he’d gotten for the action didn’t exactly encourage Hanta to stop. 

     “Oh, wow, that is not something I knew you could do, dude!” 

     no but forreal talk to me about Mom Friend Sero bc this boy is just so good 

MOM FRIEND SERO!!!!!!!!

     MOM FRIEND SERO !!!!!!!!!!!

found a bunch of old bakusquad related shit i never posted here

Bored, he balances his pen perfectly on his finger. "Do you think anyone has died in this school?" The training can be harsh, and he's not sure whether it is just /their/ year, but there's a lot of attacks on them... In truth it is a passing thought and he hadn't even really meant to speak it out loud.

     “Woah, where did that come from??” Talk about morbid! It wasn’t like his friend to just throw that kind of stuff out there, and the suddenness of such a weird and dark question threw the taller teen off for a good few moments. “I mean- maybe? Every school kinda has its dark past, right?” 

and now for something completely different from ducks

click to read! I would’ve posted them all vertically but man uh this got really long and y’all don’t need me cluttering up your dash I know

anyway listen man Sero is a Really Good Boy okay

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     “HAAAAAAAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDE!” 

Oh well, this is the only time they’ll be able to play around

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     @thunderstunned continued from [ x ] 

     “I think my bruises have bruises. That was rough. I’m gonna feel like a corpse tomorrow.” 

nitrokatsu:

He wasn’t all that smart, was he? And he had drawn a knife. He did not look to be much of a warrior. Not like the bushels of men that sporadically came to visit the forest in hopes of finding some pelt, dragon scales, or perhaps even the legend that they had made of Katsuki. He bore his teeth at the idiotic human. Did he not understand what he was saying? He gave him a chance to get away alive? He should be dropping off his horse and scrambling away like some insignificant vermin. Trying to get away with the horse was futile. His family was so set on having it for dinner, after all. 

“Leave the meat.” He clarified. Perhaps that would help.

“—Or die.”

Katsuki was more than ready to charge him, should he become as simple as to think he could fight a pack of wolves. He would rather not risk one of his brothers or sisters getting nicked by that knife though. Which, admittedly, was a nice knife. Katsuki made a mental note to, should the opportunity arise, take the knife for himself. He would never be able to create something like that out of mere stone. For now, however, it would have to do, and he crept around the horse’s behind to it’s flank, as the other wolves encroached, snapping at the beast left and right, waiting for their mother’s signal.

Katsuki approached the dark beast’s flank, mindful of the legs trampling, the frothing mouth that might rear around to snap at him. Quickly, he moved, a sudden slash, hacking at the saddle’s girth. He may or may not have nicked the horse’s side. His blade came back red, though it was nothing compared to what the mauling teeth of his family would do. The smell of fresh blood made then smack their lips and deepen their growls. The strap held on by a few threads, but was soon to snap. A loose saddle on a wild horse was such trouble…

    With a pained squeal and a terrified chomping at his bit, Orion stamped his hooves with newfound fervour, the sudden flash of the knife by his side lending the horse an even greater desire to live. Loudly, Hanta swore, his own knife almost falling from his grip as he fumbled to maintain a steady hold on the steed's reigns. He'd been distracted for just a moment; a cream coloured wolf- one of the larger of the pack- had taken a gutsy snap at his horse's front leg, and in the moment he'd turned his head towards the immediate danger, the blond- the human wolf child- had darted into his blind spot and taken a damaging swipe to Orion’s tack.

    With an even greater sense of alarm, Hanta shifted his weight as the horse’s body roiled beneath him, and felt the saddle shift as well. The calculated strike from the wolf child had almost severed the billet strap; without it, the saddle would pitch to the side and fall off, and so would he.

    "Woah boy-!" Though the words that left his lips were automatic, he knew the moment he spoke them that they were useless. No amount of soothing words would calm his horse in this situation- no amount of anything would.

                      Am I really going to die here?

    Orion bucked forwards again, front hooves sinking into the earth as both his hind legs kicked, and with a startled yelp Hanta found himself falling forwards against the creature's neck. When Orion reared backwards once more in preparation for another aggressive kick towards the snapping wolves, the saddle shifted, the frayed tatters of leather pulled, and then they snapped.

    The farmboy barely had enough time to shout before his back was striking loamy earth with enough force to send the air rushing from his lungs. Orion, unburdened by the weight of his master- driven by fear and fuelled by an instinctive order to flee- kicked once, twice, three more times, a wild bucking that churned up the loamy ground and only just avoided trampling the winded, gasping teenager on the ground, and then he bolted. It was a wild action, one that Hanta knew the horse would never have achieved with him holding his reigns and weighing him down, but the suddenness of the movement ( and surely the distraction of the human hitting the ground before them ) was enough to take the wolves by surprise. Unexpected probably by everyone there ( wolves and humans and horses alike ) the fear-mad animal broke through the ranks of circling carnivores and thundered into the undergrowth beyond; panicked, powerful, and alone.

thunderstunned:

 It looks good. 

Now, maybe this shouldn’t have her so nervous. Maybe her fingers shouldn’t be gripping the fabric like her life depended on it, but in Kaminari’s defense she felt the truth bubbling up with no way to stop it. She needed to tell Sero, she had to. It didn’t feel right keeping something like this away from him, and though it had her nerves buzzing at the prospect of maybe potentially damaging something (though she had no idea what that thing may be) there was no other option in her own mind. 

“Hey Sero…” Her throat bobs, raising a hand to thread her fingers through her hair in an absent excuse to have something to do. 

 “I uh- I’m, I’m a girl.” It’s followed with a laugh, an almost forced one that simply reeked of uncertainty.  

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, and I’ve been looking at some stuff online and I just think that… it’s right. This is right.”

    Wait, what?

    A second passed, and then five, and then ten. The changing room was quiet, still save for the motion of Denki raising a hand to run it through his ( her?? ) hair in that uncertain way that he ( she??? ) sometimes did. This was.... wow. Blindsiding, for one, but then again- Denki had been wearing dresses. He'd ( she'd !! ) worn a ballgown to the Winter Ball, for crying out loud, and this dress was what Hanta had vaguely categorised as what would be the second dress in Denki's wardrobe, so..... was it really that much of a surprise?? Or was he really just that oblivious to his friend's situation??

    ( the thought made him feel somewhat guilty; had Denki been struggling with this in silence?? how long had h- she wanted to tell him but hadn't out of- what, fear? how long had Denki been trying to tell him and he'd just been too blind to notice it?? )

    He swallowed around that lump in his throat again, hyper aware of the silence still dragging on between them ( Denki must be getting so nervous- say something, idiot! ) and moved his own hand to rest gingerly against the nape of his neck.

    "Oh. So, uh.... I guess that kinda makes sense."