ᴋᴀᴄᴄʜᴀɴ. ⁽ ᵃᵘᵗᵒᵖˡᵃʸˑ ⁾

king of explodo kills is back!

frostbitc

th explodoboi is back bless up

holla. u bet ur ass this mofo is back. 

      ❝—like hell. i’m goin’ to my room. don’t fuckin’ bother me.❞

      a molten surge rushes through his body, veins heated, as eyes widen and his neck whips with such a display of shock; embarrassed anger flaring cheeks. despite current privacy (and internal lack of dislike), there’s an accustom to distance that refuses to acknowledge the other with more than hollow glares. yet, hands remain firmly still, sparks dimmed, dormant. 

      there’s enough in the statement that his interest is piqued without too intentional of an effort, eyes narrowing in reflective distrust and awareness. although he's familiar with ( and begrudgingly used to ) the antics of the other there's a faint prickle within the recesses of his mind that informs him this isn't like other circumstances; that it’d be in his best interests; he should go. but when has bakugou ever listened---

take me with u tho wtf dont leave me here alone bc what is life without u

dude. my heart is not broki bc you make it go doki doki.