a.n: because i’m bored

present mic: if you think about it…technically i know harry styles by association

bakugou: guys i just figured out that maybe i am happy when i’m with other people and not alone

bakugou again: filmbros liking movies is so…gay…like wolf of wall street? what do you want jordan belfort’s dick up your ass?

deku: i need to stop viewing my counselor as a father figure or else i’m going to be completely heartbroken if i find out he likes someone more than me

jirou: i’m in my fiona apple era right now

mina: if i had a dick i would be too nervous to get it up

momo: men will never know what it’s like to be liquid smooth

denki: about to make my teacher read an essay about death note because i’m using it as evidence

dabi: realizing i’ve been given the perfect opportunity to exact life ruining revenge

12/05 — happy birthday to akaashi keiji, fukuroudani’s resident overthinker!

feat. keiji akaashi cw. comfort/vent — language, insecurities, lil cringey but thats just how it feels when you’re screaming in public, gender neutral reader unless i messed up and put a pronoun, second time posting this cause the first one got borked cries

the cold wind bites at his skin, causing his nose to run. your seated next to him, your oversized puffy white coat makes you look like a marshmallow, and the large puffy earmuffs on your head only add to it. leaning against the guard rail, the view of the city at night is bright but not overwhelming. his hands clench and unclench inside his coat pocket, and he realizes that if he doesn’t keep his arms tight against him, a gust of air flows right up from the bottom and up through his shirt. a mild inconvenience, but he can overlook his mistake in coat choice this one time. he lowers his head into his scarf in an attempt to keep his face warm, though its not much help.

the two of you have been like this for a while. he's not sure why you've brought him here, but he knows that you needed him. you've been dealing with a lot over the last month and while you haven't let on much, your actions spoke louder than your words. you've chopped your hair, dyed it, and have been retweeting relatable but sad tweets.

you haven't been like this since high school, which gives him the sneaking suspicion that something in your daily life is digging up all the unresolved feelings you've been burying since graduation—feelings you've only ever been able to confide in him with. you weren't the most sociable person then, and neither was he, so when your two kindred spirits finally collided in an english class, you've been linked ever since.

"i come up here to get away from everything." you begin suddenly, drawing his attention to his left. your parted lips release a warm breath of air that turns into a translucent cloud in the winter weather. "i figured out no one really comes around after nine oclock. maybe a jogger, or someone walking their dog, but they leave me alone so that's nice."

he eyes you, trying to figure out if he needs to pick apart what you're saying or if you're speaking honestly. "you've told me about this spot before, right?"

you nod. "you're the only person i trust these days, keiji." you give him a tiny smile before returning your gaze to some fixed point in the far distance. "you've always listened to what i have to say, always treated me like a permanent figure instead of some... ghost in the room or something, i dont know." you circle your hands as you try to think of a phrase to use, but ultimately drop it into your lap when you give up. "you make me feel like i'm worth something, like i'm meant to be here and i'm not just some fuck up in the grand scheme of the universe."

"is something going on? you sound like—"

"like i did in high school, yeah." you laugh shallowly. "turns out burying your insecurities is not healthy."

"did you just figure that out?" he asks, a light joking tone accompanying his stagnant facial expression.

you stand up suddenly, throwing your arms up into the air. you drop them to your sides, inhale deeply, and then you scream.