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59yogurtz · 1 year

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he probably wore those spiked crocs

#mha #eijirou kirishima #kirishima #my hero academia #middle school kirishima #bnha #emo loser #ngl I would buy those crocs too #I’ll make an actual drawing one day #kirishima fanart

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kirishimaxeijirou · 4 months

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hi I know you will fine this ship weird but honestly if you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all not in the mean way I just don’t like hate who does

#Middle school kirishima

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pjs-everyday · 6 months

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hehe, I feel like when they all go pro-hero Red Riot is gonna be one of the first ones with a brand deal. and these two are first in line for that sweet merch drop lmao ❤️❤️❤️

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kiisaes · 2 years

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red riot & pinky: origins

#i like them a normal reasonable amount.#min stop drawing kirimina in their middle school contexts— NO. THEIR HISTORY IS IMPORTANT TO ME #also i kinda dislike this drawing but w/e i spent too much time on it lol #bnha #mha #kirishima eijirou #ashido mina #kirimina #fan art #becki draws stuff n stuff #rendered

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insomnious-illustrations · 1 year

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I just think that the aesthetic of ghouls

#tokyo ghoul #tg #touka kirishima #anime #my art #digital art #artists on tumblr #i drew this ages ago but forgot to post lmao #tg definitely has its issues but goddamn if it didn't awaken something in my art style and favorite tropes moving forward #i just love revisiting my old middle school fandoms it seems lol #this was supposed to be a doodle but i got carried away

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delawaredetroit · 9 months

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In hindsight, calling One for All a simple power is hilarious.

Actually, almost everything Kirishima says on the bus to the USJ ends up being incorrect: about a lack of similarity between Izuku and All Might's powers; the simplicity of One for All; and the utility of his own quirk.

Foresight is NOT Kirishima's strongpoint.

#bnha reread #bnha chapter 13 #bnha #one for all #kirishima eijirou #the contrast btwn him and izuku is pretty clear as foresight - analysis and prediction - is izuku's strength #some portion of the fandom puts them in too similar a box bc they r both friendly and were depressed in middle school

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deusvervewrites · 1 year

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Future Midoriya x Future Kirishima x MPMS:

Ashido: Lemme get this straight. You both know each other because you are both time travellers who knew each other in the future. And JUST realized that the other time traveled too?!

Kirishima: Well—

Ashido: HOW DARE YOU TWO HAVE A TIME TRAVELLING ADVENTURE WITHOUT ME!!!

Midoriya: ...what?

Midoriya would get so flustered about it

#asks #future izuku au #future kirishima au #mustafa private middle school au

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mintandcoldwater · 2 years

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KiriBaku HeadCanon

Bakugou finds a picture of middle school Kirishima, black hair, thick glasses, braces, and has a BREAK DOWN.

Kirishima thinks Bakugou thinks he’s a loser and is all embarrassed and Bakugou is like, “Yes!! Well..no, you look like an adorable loser. A complete wimp, it’s so fucking-”

He just clenches his fist and makes an aborted choking motion, because he just got the deadliest case of cute aggression

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #kirishima eijirou #bnha kirishima #mha kirishima #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #kiribaku headcanons #minty bnha hc #kiribaku hc #minty mha headcanons #minty kiribaku hc #Bakugou thinks middle school kiri is an absolute dweet a complete LOSER #He loves it

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eleanorenchanted · 2 years

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Then: Bro 😡🤢

Now: Bro…..🧡🥰💌😍💋💜

#free!#free! the final stroke #free! high speed #free! starting days #asahi shiina #ikuya kirishima #asaiku #from babies to boyfriends #asahi had the biggest crush on him in middle school and that’s a fact #asaiku brainrot is the only brainrot i know #my gifs #my edit

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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Hii!! I hope you're doing well today! May i request something from Free? Can i request a tk fight between haru, ikuya, kisumi, asahi, and makoto? Like after years of not talking they now bond hehe(..and also ikuya being the easy target hehehehe)

Hey anon! This is so cute ahh! I’ve gotcha covered! :D

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@myreygn, @duckymcdoorknob, @baby-tickles2022, @cupcake-spice13

“Hey, remember when we were back in middle school and had sleepovers?”

That was the statement that led Haru here- knees brought up to his chest and arms as he watched Asahi and Ikyua bicker over a movie to watch. Makoto was in the kitchen of his apartment, looking for the kettle Haru owned but never used, throwing his own two cents in on movie suggestions whenever there was an opening.

“Come ON, ‘Kuya! The Little Mermaid? You know the story by heart- why do you wanna watch it again?” Asahi rolled his eyes at the choice.

“Because it’s a classic? Besides, you can’t tell me you never had fun watching it! One year for Halloween you went as Sebastian!” Ikuya argued back, making the redhead blush.

“On your insistence, Flounder!”

“Hey, Flounder is great!”

“Remember when we convinced Haru to go as Ariel?” Makoto asked as he shuffled in, placing the tray of freshly brewed cocoa down nearby. “He wouldn’t sing though.”

“I lost my voice.” Haru grumbled, making the others laugh.

“He wouldn’t wear the wig either- the fact we got him in the tail and shell bra was a miracle!” Asahi giggled out, earning a pillow to the head. “Hey, watch the face!”

“Yeah Haru- don’t want to stain your pillow with his ugly.” Ikuya grinned, getting smacked by said same pillow. “Ah! The infection is spreading!”

“Oh I’ll show you an infection, you jerk! Come here!” Asahi pounced, tackling the green haired man and smacking him again and again with his pillow, earning a variety of squeaky laughs and pleas for mercy.

“Careful- don’t break something!” Makoto called out, winking at Haru before passing a pillow to the pair, giving Ikuya a weapon. “I hope you’ve put all the valuables up.”

“Eh.” Haru merely shrugged in response.

“AH! Ahahhahahhashi, nohohohoho!” The pillows were abandoned as Asahi grabbed Ikuya’s sides, squeezing along the center of his ribs. “Stahhahahap ihihihiht!”

“No way- you’re still ticklish?” The redhead pursued, giggling alongside his friend as Ikyua squealed and guffawed beneath him. “All these years later and you're still a ticklish guy? I wish I knew this earlier!”

“Aren’t you still ticklish aswell?” Haru spoke up, earning a brief look of betrayal from Asahi. Ikuya didn’t hesitate.

“Thahahahhake thiihihihis yoohohohu jehehehehrk!” Ikuya shot his hands out, lightly clawing at Asahi’s stomach. The redhead squealed and doubled over, giving Ikuya’s hands even more reach to claw at his belly. “Nohohoohohoho, dohoohoohohn’t!” He howled against the green haired man’s shoulder- his own fingers returning to Ikyua’s sides to carry on from earlier.

“They’re both so loud.” Haru mumbled softly as the pair duked it out, legs kicking and voices cracking with mirth.

“They are. Say…you’re still pretty ticklish yourself, right Haru?” Oh dear. Haru did not like that tone at all. Wide eyed, he stared at Makoto, leaning away when he smiled.

“Don’t you dare.” Haru glared.

“Oh I dare, Haru.” Makoto’s smile grew mischievous.

Haru officially had two options now. He could either run like hell- possibly get out the back door and into the open streets of Tokyo.

Or he could fight.

“Ah! Ahehehheehehe, oh so thahahhats how it ihihihihis!” Makoto giggled when Haru reached out, attacking his legs with gentle squeezing. Hands tried to scribble along his ribs and sides, but Haru pressed on- pushing down his own giggle fits as he clawed along Makoto’s knees. “H-Hahahhahahru!”

“Yehehah yeah, get him good Haru!” Asahi cheered, having broken free of Ikyua’s returning attacks. He had taken his throne on Ikuya’s back, fingers skittering along the other’s thighs with lazy precision, zapping his volume as he wheezed in silence. “Go for the back of the thighs- I bet you can make him cry.”

“I’m trying-AH!” Haru yelped when Makoto twisted, pinning the swimmer beneath him.

“Nice try, Haru. Don’t forget- I’m stronger.” He had the audacity to wink at him before diving in, drilling his fingers into his upper ribs, breaking Haru’s defenses down one giggle at a time. “Good try though.”

“Dohohoohohn’t pahahahhatrohohohonize mehehehehehe!” He giggled out, squirming beneath the other. “Hehehhehehelp mehehhheehe Ahahahahhahsahhahahi!”

“Yes, help, Asahi. I’ll show you all the best places to tickle Haru.” Makoto offered the other, just barely avoiding a black eye when Haru swung at him. He captured his wrist, pinning it above his head. “For starters- he’s really bad under the arms…”

~~~

It must have been 1 am. The cocoa Makoto made had gone cold, and the room was a tangled mess of bodies and sheets. Ikyua was snoring softly, curled up beneath a thinning blanket while Asahi spread out beside him, a leg kicked up and resting against his shoulder.

Haru blinked from his own cocoon of blankets, too tired to move as he watched Makoto’s chest rise and fall beneath him. He smelled like the ocean. It was nice.

“Hey…thanks for being here.” He murmured against the cotton of his friend’s shirt, closing his eyes. “I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

Maybe he was imagining it, but he swore he felt a hand run through his hair, it’s touch the last push he needed before going into dreamland.

I hope this was good!

#free! iwatobi swim club #tickle #tickle fic #haruka nanase #makoto tachibana #ikuya kirishima #asahi shiina #fluff #the middle school gangs back together

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aromanticannibal · 3 months

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I really just saw someone be like kirimina is bad because it's heteronormative???

#and it “erases kirishimas' gay coding” bestie it's not canon. I love gay kirishima too but it's not canon. chill #and “mina was mean to him in middle school”'WHEN??#SHE WASN'T? SHE WAS JUST CHILLING? FOR A BLOG THAT'S ALL ABOUT WOMEN BEING SO GREAT YOURE BEING REALLY FUCKIN WEIRD #imagine seeing two characters who have real chemistry (whether as friends or not) and are important to each other and being like ugh dni #like bruh....#rant

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sweetest-florida-blue-peach · 1 year

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I believe with every nerve ending in my body that Kirishima was an emo kid listening to pop punk bands and dabbling in screamo/metal.

I'm saying this because I can see him screaming lyrics by All Time Low and Black Veil Brides with me while we try to have a homework/study session in each other's dorm rooms.

{Tokoyami would throw in some My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy and you can fight me on that}.

Additionally, Bakugou would try and murder us but then put on some Papa Roach and Falling In Reverse before joining in.

#my hero academia #mha #bnha #blue rambles #katsuki bakugou #eijiro kirishima #we would have been fellow emos #you cant tell me he wasnt an emo kid when he was in middle school #fumikage tokoyami

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kiribaku · 1 year

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going to list what I hc bkg and krshm listen to in the tags 🫶

#kirishima: mcr paramore fob patd lady gaga halsey lorde avril lavigne #general taste is emo. punk. and pop/hyperpop :)#his emo middle school music taste never changed #bakugo: red hot chilli peppers gorillaz david bowie queen blur the rolling stones pet shop boys britney spears amy winehouse dolly parton #blink-182 green day radiohead defnotes #help thats a lot. he has objectively good music taste with a few exceptions that are a bit edgier but so is he lolol #he would enjoy some metal but I'm not very familiar with it other than my brothers listening to rammstein when I was a kid but sure #he would also have a very secret secret enjoyment of cutesy girl pop like idk. twice or loona or something :) it's a secret tho #HELP WAIT i misspelled deftones my apologies #okay byee

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satanic-assistant · 4 days

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I'm trying to convince my friend to join tumblr

By baiting them with

Ahem

"himbo Jeff the killer"

"you will simp for EJ even more"

"so much himbo Kirishima"

"big tiddy goth girlfriend Jane the Killer"

#himbo Kirishima #i did fail in the end #but it's the thought that counts #fuckin hell #this was back in middle school #circa 2019-2020 #goddamn

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shotorozu · 1 year

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(gender neutral reader, reader went to middle school with bakugou and midoriya, reader can make chocolate, and reader bent their back for the making of said chocolate, not that much beta read /derogatory, i got carried away 😭)

bakugou katsuki is a feared, but admired guy— especially during valentines day.

it’s interesting.. when he was a younger boy— he’d take gifts from admirers (usually girl classmates or other kids that frequent the park he goes to) with widened eyes and a scoff, snatching the gift away from them with quick hands, and mumbling how valentines day is stupid— that it’s lame and he doesn’t understand it.

but refusing gifts are rude, he’d remember his mom say, after he refused to accept something his dad made for him— and back then, he’d listen to his mom like his life depended on it. so, for a year or two— he’d take gifts.

but as the blond boy manifested a quirk and became just a bit older— he started ignoring her words altogether, having had grown out of the “listening to mom all the time is cool” phase.

his features started defining themselves, and he was starting to become taller. before he knew it— he had a sudden wave of admirers crashing down at him almost everyday of the year.

and it almost excluding valentines day.

because he’d sneer at anyone willing to offer their affection in the form of sweetened confectionary, and resorted to blowing up love letters into smithereens.

if his personality wasn’t obvious enough, this was precisely the reason why his admire-from-afar to get-personal ratio was obviously imbalanced.

of course, no one really learns— even as he grows older, enters UA for highschool, and retains his personality even after some realizations, because bakugou katsuki is quite beautiful.

so there’s at least a handful of admirers that are willing to risk it all— even if it meant some form of humilation or intimidation.

but not you.

you’ve prepared a little something for everyone in your class— yes, even the forbidden grape haired classmate and him. your hands practically hurt from stirring, and you feel like if you’d even bend up slightly, you’d hear multiple cracks amass from your back.

but you think it’s all worth it. your work tastes good, looks good and cute, and you’re certain everyone would enjoy how their chocolates varied in flavor, even if the change was just slightly noticeable.

you hand out chocolates to each respective person as soon as they pop into the common room.

the girls of your class perk up in interest and clamor around you— smiles adorning their faces as they line up to receive their chocolates.

mina, kyouka and hagakure compare their flavors together, momo asks you how you did it, because she’s “bad at cooking”

ochako’s already munching on the sweets, when he starts thanking you. finally, tsuyu just looks at you silently, and gives you a warm side hug.

midoriya goes beet red when he realizes that you personally gave everyone a slightly different flavor (you don’t know how he blushed over that, but you find it endearing.) todoroki, tokoyami, shoji, sato, koda, and ojiro look a little confused and dazed at first when you give them your chocolates, but they end up accepting it with gratitude.

kirishima, iida, kaminari, sero, aoyama and mineta accept your chocolates rather quickly, wasting no time in giving their thanks (excluding mineta— who just teased you about liking him, which was and will never be the case)

but through it all, you managed to avoid eye contact with your snarky blond childhood friend and classmate— who was silently trailing you with crimson eyes the entire time.

for a moment you think he’s mad at you for not giving anything, which you’d understand— if it weren’t for the fact that he is valentines day’s #1 public enemy. but you exchange this thought for something else.

he must think that you’re strange for making the class chocolate, and you wouldn’t blame him. usually, it’d be sato making stuff like this. not to mention, you heard him remark rather loudly about the kitchen smelling strongly of chocolate, in his usual bakugou tone.

you made the right choice not to give him the chocolates you made, you think to yourself. not to mention, how amidst it all, you might’ve showed a slight bias to his chocolate’s design— and revealing your crush on him on today of all days is less than ideal.

and you think nothing of his behavior—

“s’ i’ve got nothing, huh?”

he jumpscares you when you close your locker, and he lets out a snort when your shoulders rise in reflection of your surprise.

your gaze trails to his locker, which cannot close due to a lump of chocolate and letters preventing it from properly doing so. “you’ve got plenty, though. i don’t want to give you diabetes or anything.”

(which was half true because wow the amount of chcolate—)

“you gave all of them chocolate. why’da do that?”

“because.. it’s valentines day..?” you start walking away from your locker— and to which he follows all the way. you try not to think much of the action

“but what makes you think that i shouldn’t get any.”

normally, one would state that as a question, but the way he said it, the tone of his voice— it wasn’t said like one.

“i know you, kachaan,” you reason while making use of his childhood nickname, which gains an eye twitch from the blond. “if i was told to count how many letters you’ve burned and chocolates you either gave away or thrown out, i wouldn’t have enough fingers on my hands.”

“‘cause all of them were fuckin’ store bought?”

“and what if they weren’t?”

“then they were horrendous.” he states, matter of a fact. then, his eyes narrow, “and it’s not like you’re giving me a damned letter.”

you feel your cheeks heat up. that’s not the case— but the idea of writing him a love letter has your mind going into haywire.

“it’s not. but you’ve never showed interest in this sorta thing in a long time.”

“what— eating chocolates?”

“pretty much.”

he blinks, unamused. “you can be such a dumbass sometimes. can’t take the fucking hint.”

you’re pretty sure he meant to say that quietly, but he didn’t. you’re unphased at this point.

but you don’t get what he means, so you try to defend yourself. “but—” your words come to a sudden halt, as you realize the uselessness.

“wait, why am i trying to reason with you?— look, i actually did make something for you too. if i didn’t then that’d be such an asshole move of me to exclude you.”

“really. you’re not bullshittin’ me?”

“no.” you reply, firmly. “but you have to promise not to laugh. you can insult me, but laugh? no way.”

he raises an eyebrow.

then, you shift onto one leg and start looking for something in one of the front pockets of your bag. the search doesn’t take long, because you pull something out— medium sized chocolate in clear wrapping, with an orange bow tying it together.

it’s clearly slightly bigger than the rest of your classmates, and you hope he doesn’t notice.

he silently unwraps the chocolate, and gets eye to eye with your creation. it’s three pieces of chocolate shaped as explosions— the middle explosion being bigger than the other two. anyone who sniffed it could smell orange first, as the middle (biggest) piece has a swirl of orange and milk chocolate, the left piece is simply milk chocolate, and the right piece is white chocolate.

he takes the middle one and bites half of it, and chews. you observe, like he’s a top chef reviewing your latest work, and when he finishes, he says—

“not bad,” he remarks, flashing that heart racing smile. “wanna taste?”

you gulp, stupefied by his offer. words don’t have real meanings for a second. “huh?”

then, he’s reaching up and popping the other half into your mouth, thumb pressing against your lips.

you almost choke— and it wasn’t from the chocolate. you bite, taste the flavor, the mouth watering taste of orange and chocolate swarming your mouth.

to twist the knife into the wound— he cups your face and presses a deep, but quick kiss against your lips. his soft lips linger onto yours, and this intensifies what you can already taste.

and then, as quick as he kissed you, he pulls back— gaze still lingering on your lips.

a toothy grin starts to grow on his lips, and he pats your shoulder— beginning to create distance between you two by walking ahead.

“next time, give me the chocolates first, will ya? tastes fuckin’ good.”

you have a feeling he isn’t talking about the chocolate.

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katszumi · 6 months

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bakugou katuski wasn’t sure how you managed to break his shell. he didn’t find himself surrounded by friends— shitty hair, raccoon eyes and dunce face forced themselves around him so they didn’t really give him a choice (though he secretly appreciated it).

but, you, tenacious, vexatious, obnoxious, you found your way to him. he despised how easily you spoke to him, like a mother to a toddler. do you know who he is?

it was first year. bakugou knew who you were, how could he not miss the clamorous sound, also known as your voice, every morning. you were aggravating, but you were tolerable. he realized that when you two were paired for an assignment. you were assertive, deeming that you could hold your own against his trivial insults. it wasn’t admiration that struck him that day. no, not even close. you just earned a little bit of respect.

soon after, you were attached to his hip. why? he couldn’t even answer that. every morning you’d meet him halfway at a local coffee shop to make your trip to ua, because “who wants to walk alone?” was your reasoning. he didn’t believe your statement, but he disregarded it. in fact, he looks forward to his morning walks with you every night, sometimes even waking up earlier than usual to buy the two of you a beverage before you arrived. a decaf coffee for himself and an iced coffee for you. “i was thirsty. it’s just a one time thing.” was his answer when you first asked, but you and him both knew it wasn’t.

you two had daily conversations: mainly about school, how deku has ticked him off for the millionth time, or some stupid shit you brought up to irritate him as a joke. you were the only person he could converse with and not feel completely enraged by the end of it. he supposed that your voice wasn’t so clamorous after all.

it wasn’t until after class 1a moved into dorms that he started to notice things about you. instead parting your hair in the middle, you did a side part. you often switched the two every couple of days. you preferred sweet candy over sour, but you were obsessed with spicy food. you routinely listened to the same artists; he makes a mental note to force you to listen to new music. you always exercised in the training room at six o’clock on the dot, never a minute before or after.

bakugou knew he was fucked when he began looking for you.

movie night in the dorms lounge? he consistently searches for your figure, because if you’re not there he’s simply not going. choosing partners for an assignment? of course, it’s you, it has to be you. who else would be able to bear with him? a new album was released from his favorite rock band? he waits to listen, because you had to be there.

he even found himself doing stupid shit for you. like holding your backpack for you, because ‘it makes your back ache’. cooking for you because you’ve overworked yourself, you needed the nutrients anyway. helping you study for the next test, groaning at how easy it is and you should understand it, but deep down, he doesn’t mind. he’d save a spot for you next to him on the couch whenever everyone would do a group activities, you don’t deserve to sit on the floor like the rest of the extras.

bakugou was gentle when he was around you, everyone noticed it too. at first, it was a revelation to his classmates, surprised that bakugou could do such sweet things. it felt as if bakugou was painted a new man on a perfect canvas. but, they soon realized it was only you he was this way towards. his aggressive behavior remained with the rest.

though, the man himself didn’t realize his transformation until denki mentioned.

“how come you don’t yell at y/n, but you scream at us all the time?”

bakugou’s face contorted with confusion. that wasn’t true. “the fuck you talking about, dunce face?”

he shrugged, “i don’t know. i just feel like you’re more chill with her than any of us.” mina and kirishima co-signed his words with a nod of agreement.

silence surrounded the room, bakugou’s eyes planted on the floor.

he wanted to say because it’s you, beautiful, determinate, fierce, alluring, you. but, instead, the corner of his lip quirked up into a smirk, his eyes dawning onto the golden-haired boy in front of him.

“she’s bearable.”

like always, his words failed to convey his true emotions. bakugou katuski knew you weren’t just bearable. oh no. you were a million things more than that; you were his anchor to his crazed storm.

#bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki x you #katsukibakugou #katsuki x y/n #mha x reader #mha #mha bakugo katsuki #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha bakugo x reader

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