book smart, street smart

Well, ain’t he such a potty mouth, but the female blonde remains silent, listening intently with a straight face as he reads through the piece of paper that is most likely a list of his readings

“I’ll see what I can do.” After that quick response, Aigis immediately turns her attention back to the computer in front of her, fingers quickly typing away on the keyboard to search through the online archive. The quickest method to find the books you need. After a minute or so,he sea blue eyes looks back up to the spiky-haired lad

“You’re in luck, we have some copies available.” She told him. “I’ll go have them collected if you’d like” Since he did just said that he doesn’t know the way around the place and all….

          “Any way for you to speed this shit up even further?” Bakugou didn’t want to tell the chick how to do her job but god, the less time he had to spend waiting or doing nothing the better.

[When possible, send ♋  to invert the roles!]

Aigis was diligently doing her library duties like usual. The blonde is not often assigned t work for front desk, she’s currently just there to manage some files on the computer real quick.

As she was busy typing away on the keyboard she started hearing hushed voices talking about some scary guy.

The librarian was was just about to see what was the fuss about, but the first thing she sees was a young man with messy hair. A grumpy expression evident on his face.

Her cerulean eyes notices several passersby and hearing those same whispers once again. So this must be the “scary guy” then?

“Yes? How may I help you?” Good thing Aigis was a professional girl and replied calmly

    First try. Not that it was hard to deduce since she looked very bookish and was sitting behind a counter; not like she could refuse him service just like he looked like he was constantly about to blow a fucking gasket.

          “That’s fan-fucking-tastic. I have no idea how this library works or how anything is organized and I’ve been using my shitty brain cells for far too long and I want to get this over with.”

    He reached into his back pocket and rested one arm on the counter while he quickly read over the contents, assigned readings from one of his many classes; what a pain in the jackass.

@king-boom-bakugou

Sasha was not one to be taken by surprise. It’s what living in the comunas make of you. Always a hand on your valuables and another in a knife, ready to kill or die for a couple of pesos.

But the double capital of Ouvara/Danon was different. Even the Southside, usually seen as dangerous, was a children playground when compared to the ‘almost’ nostalgic La Cascada. It would take some time for Sasha to stop holding up his wallet when he walked or to leave any of his belongings unattended, always fearing someone would steal from him, but he was certainly getting used to be more… relaxed.

Now, maybe he was getting too relaxed, doing something like reading while he walked, but Ouvara was a very calm place -the worst he had to worry about being the strange looks he sometimes got- and he wanted to be prepared for the lecture.

In fact, he was taken by surprise when someone ran into him. His first impulse being to start a fight, he had to stop himself: he was’t a sicario anymore. he didn’t had to fight. The realization making his reaction slow, he ended up unable to recover his balance.

      “Hijueputa!”

The insult came natural to his mouth as he fell right on top of the other. And there was his chest, being pressed against the other’s face…

      “Ah… I’m sorry! You ok?”

    There was no way in any fucking universe that Bakugou could be considered clumsy. He didn’t do that shit. There was a certain... certainty (for lack of better words) in his footfalls, in the ways he would clench his hands in his pockets and grit his teeth, subconsciously.

    Was it natural charisma? Maybe.

    Either way, this was almost infuriatingly cliche for him and part of him wanted to just blow up and take half of the planet with him.

    There were boobs in his face. Boobs! In this face!

    At least they didn’t seem too flustered about it - he didn’t feel like being called a harasser of any type today because of a fucking trip - no matter whose fault it was (which it was definitely not his).

          “What - am I okay? Maybe when you get the fuck off of me!” Bakugou hissed, leaning back on his elbows in a way that almost seemed casual when in reality it was because he had no clue as to where to put his hands.

Face still red, Darien awaited for the other’s reaction -whatever that might be-, some relief going through their bodies as he noticed the other had taken the compliment rather well. Good, good. They were considering digging their own grave if the blond were to see them as some sort of creep because of that comment.

As the other showed off his quirk, Darien moved forward, eyes sparkling in curiosity and admiration at the little display. They had never seen such a cool quirk first hand!

“Wah~ it really is amazing!” they replied without really thinking of their words. It was a strong quirk, and also pretty flashy. Much more than anything he had ever seen. it made you want to just stare at it forever. And it was a good distraction from the pretty face that was grinning widely so very close to Darien. Slightly awkward chuckle, they continued “Haha, right. You must have a lot of fans~ I wonder if there’s even a fanclub. Should get myself signed up soon, huh?”

Damn this is not the time to get embarrassed, say something. Anything, do you want him to just leave now?

“Ah… actually, I wanted to give you something as thank you… but i don’t know if there’s anything I can do for you?” great, you just played yourself. if he didn’t thought you were a creep before, then now he does.

     Bakugou wasn’t surprised the person he rescued wanted a better look at his quirk - everyone did, usually - but he couldn’t help the pleased shudder that crawled up his spine at being admired once again.

     “Not to fucking repeat myself, but hell yeah.” He was the shit, and the sooner everyone realized this, the better it would be for him. Of course, he’d still need to work hard to maintain his position as the strongest, but a little support went a long way.

     “I don’t pay attention to hero fans.” Well, not anymore. Bakugou used to be one, he could imagine how it went. “Do whatever the fuck you want, I guess.”

     Bakugou couldn’t think of anything he could want from a stranger or anything this person could provide for him. Oh god, were they the type of person who wanted to repay debts even when actions weren’t meant that way?

@king-bakago || continued from x

He was already damn scared from the fact that he had been caught by villains, so the moment the blond -hero?- approached, he tried to tell him off from doing something reckless. Which however, only managed to get the other angry. Recoiling a bit, Mika immediately looked down at the floor. This was why he found hard to deal with men.

 The sound of a explosion making him jump -in a very literal way- Mika stared with shining eyes at the other guy. Was he helping him get out?

“A-ah… t-thank ya kindly!“ he mumbled his words as he stepped outside, standing pretty close to the blond as he wasn’t exactly sure where to go from there.

     Bakugou turned from the makeshift cell and looked down the way he came, then down the opposite way. There were no hints or tells as to what was waiting, but he assumed he should head back since the noise of combat was muffled now.

     He turned to see the ex-prisoner had sidled up to him and narrowed his eyes into slits, suspicious.

     “Th’fuck are you trying to do.” The blond asked, taking a step back. If this guy was secretly a villain... nah, he was too easily startled to be much of a threat. Kinda reminded him of fucking-Deku when they were little.

     Or littler, in Deku’s case.