✧･ﾟ: *✧ Can't Stop Twinkling ✧*:･ﾟ✧

So, time to throw one of these out again haha - heyo! Awks here with a RP-blog for Yuuga Aoyama from BNHA! Not spoiler-free, but AU- and NSFW-friendly and very happy to roleplay with canons, OCs, multis, duplicates, and anything and everything in-between. 

Yuuga blinks, puzzled - but once he pieces the words together and realization sets in, a blush is quick to coat his cheeks and a soft, shy laugh slips past his lips.

"Is...is that so?" His heart pounds quick and heavy in his chest, but although he thinks he knows what Izuku means, he's too cautious, nervous, and scared to assume that it might be--

Yuuga raises a brow, amused, confused - and starting to turn a little concerned. It kind of looks like Izuku is having a heart attack.

"A-are you...alright?" Tucking the flowers into one arm, he frees a hand so he can cup the other boy's cheek, palm gently pressing against Izuku's heated skin. A worried little smile can be seen on Yuuga's lips.

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse.

He's, apparently, feeling mischievous today ( and a little bit tempted to play with death ) and a little bit braver than usual, which might explain why he's suddenly sneaking up behind Katsuki, eyes gleaming and a wide smile on his lips. And then he lunges forward, arms looping around the other blond's torso from behind and into a tight hug, soft peals of laughter spilling from his mouth.

When Katsuki turns his head, Yuuga doesn't give him any time to speak - instead, he leans in and swiftly captures Katsuki's lips in a kiss. It's chaste, no more than a soft slide and press of their mouths together, but it still colors Yuuga's cheeks pink and he grins when he pulls back, non-apologetic for once, bright-eyed and beaming.

Disappointment settles on Yuuga's face and he frowns ( frowns! ) at Izuku. It doesn't surprise him, but to hear it stated so factually like that, like it's something so natural, makes the furrow between the blond's brows deepen and he sighs, and gently grasps Izuku's hand between both of his own.

"Then I shall just have to do my best to make sure that it's the last time," he declares, simply, and begins to guide them both towards his room. He'll let Izuku borrow his softest pajamas and coziest pillows and hold the other boy close ( if he wants him to ) and stroke his hair until he falls asleep.

Wěi qí is watching his beloved hero before he moved to wrap his arms around him. "Yuugo, I made you...a nest if you want to rest...in there." His poor beloved needs some sleep! He can't keep this up, even heroes need their rest!

Ah, to think he's even made Wěi qí worry like this...

Yuuga sighs, eyes slipping shut before he even realizes it as he very nearly melts into his lover's comforting arms, the haze of exhaustion hanging over him like a dark and heavy cloud. Maybe he's worked a little too hard these past couple of weeks, but it's hard not to when it's the only way he knows how to make up for his past.

Still, it's...

He'd tried his best to keep up his usual demeanor, but the dark circles beneath his eyes must've been really bad considering Momo had decided to call him out on it anyway. Perhaps he should be investing in a more effective concealer.

"I don't suppose you'd believe me if I told you that I slept very well just last night?" A small, hopeful little smile settled on Yuuga's lips. He had, however, no more energy left to pretend and so it faded after a few mere moments, a tired sigh leaving the blond instead.

[ COAX ]  the dominant partner gently moving the shy or overwhelmed submissive’s hands from covering their face so they can kiss them,  breathing praises against their skin. 

Yuuga whimpers a weak protest at the feeling of hands against his own, tugging them away from his flushed and flustered face. He tries turning his head away, to hide in the soft comfort of his pillows - but lips brushing against his heated cheeks, against his nose, and the corners of his mouth, before drawing him into a soft, deep kiss, prevents the blond from doing any more than let out a helpless sound that's quickly swallowed up, muffled, by more kisses...

...and soft, breathless words.

[ ADORE ]  sender whispering “you’re perfect” to receiver after undressing them. 

The blond's breath hitches and he can't stop himself from draping a hand across his flushed face, cheeks growing hotter with every passing moment. A soft sound of pure embarrassment is all Yuuga manages to get out until he, eventually, parts his fingers enough to send Astolfo a helplessly fond and flustered glance.

The pinkette certainly has a tendency to throw him off guard with embarrassment more often than Yuuga is willing to admit. It's easy to play confident, as natural as breathing to praise his own looks any time he's in the mood for it, but-- hearing it from someone else, from Astolfo, is...

...different.