It's Okay

Anyway I got to the car and my dad was there and he was like “how ya feeling son” in the dadliest way possible and I was like “MAN I AM PUMPED LETS GET SOME JUICE I’M STARVED” so we drove about 3 blocks to a jamba juice, whereupon I say “I’m good I can do this” and run/drunkstumble 30 feet to the door. I burst in the door like a viking returning from some fucking battle and holler “WHATS UP FUCKS” to everyone in the store, which was thankfully just the 2 people behind the counter, who looked probably as scared/confused as a jamba juice employee could look.

So anyway, as my dad explained the situation I looked up at the jamba juice menu and was utterly fucking lost in it. Like I swear I was looking at this menu board for a year, deciphering this Rosetta stone of fruits. I distinctly remember that I was looking at each item in a smoothie, thinking of how it tasted, then moving on to the next thing and thinking of how that tasted, and how they would taste together. Since most smoothies had 3 or 4 items, this took some thinking. So my dad sees me in this extreme brain blast state of mind and says “hey are you going to order or what”. Keep in mind I’m on the first fucking smoothie on the list here. So I just say “shush man I’m trying to do fruit science”, and then when I realized that this process could take literal years, I just said “yeah give me a smooth regular” which for the uninitiated, isn’t actually a real thing on any menu. Oh, also I asked them if the “boosted” smoothies would give me super powers and then pointed my fingers at them and made “lightning noises”.

So my dad just orders me the first thing on the menu and I go to sit down and stare out the window or some shit and my thoroughly amused dad just looks at me and says “how ya feelin?”. Now at this time I was feeling a lot of things, but most noticeable to me was the gauze in my mouth, so I just look at him and say “there’s these fuckin… tiny sheep in my head” which at the time was the best way I had to convey this feeling. Anyway about that time, the jamba juice guy brings us our drinks and he gives me a small thing of mario kart stickers and I swear I almost cried from the tsunami of emotion that gift made me feel (I still have them).

Have some complimentary headcanons about the living hell that their building is

People playing knock and run for nothing but honour and glory. They have a scoring system and Kirishima is winning from the time he dared to knock on Bakugou’s door.

Sleepovers in the communal room where the entire class just sleeps in a pile with as many pillows and blankets as Momo can provide. Usually after they’ve all been watching movies or binge watching netflix. 

People now have the power to go kick Kaminari’s ass at 3am for sending the rarest pepe memes to the class group chat. 

Iida wakes up at 6am without any trouble. The rest of the class finds it very unnerving and just not natural. Mina accused him of being a witch. 

Stupid truth or dare competitions against class B that ends with Aizawa banning them and posting a list of rules where everyone can see them.

Awful things that came from truth or dare: -Learning that Kaminari thought he could get a girl pregnant by holding her hand, prompting Iida to give him the talk. -Sero downing a jar of pickle juice because he was dared to and then ruining Uraraka’s favourite blanket with neon green vom. -People trading phones and sending stupid texts. Usually confessions and not so innocent propositions. Monoma was never the same after “Bakugou’s” confession about how his loins yearned for him. -”Nobody wants to know about your crush Mineta-” “She’s got lovely juicy huge kn-” *Jiro smothers Mineta with pillows*

Satou is an angel and will go out to buy any of the girls supplies for their periods if they need them. This includes as many chocolaty snacks as he can carry home for them.

“ I can jump that far” “kamINARI N O” -Kaminari as he attempts to jump from his balcony to his neighbors. 

Bakugou punched the wall once when he was having a Deku related hissy fit, with the way he angled his fist he ended up sinking his entire forearm into the wall and getting stuck. 

Uraraka don’t care how she looks when she’s been woken up at stupid o’clock, by a class president who shall not be named. She just trudges down to the kitchen to get her morning coffee, draped in her blanket before going sitting next to Tsuyu so she can grumble for five mintues.

All Might is weak and brings them all McDonalds when he thinks they’ve all had a bad day, much to Lunch Rushes disdain. 

Video game competitions where it’s usually girls v boys and every time the boys are sore losers and say they let the girls win. 

If there was a mission to colonize Mars and they needed brave volunteers or stupid volunteers I would be there so fast, I would abandon everything on Earth to go into space. And I would love it.  I would love every struggle of it. - Mark

“Well, he’s not doing a good job of it,” the other big kid snarked, but the voice was thinner than before. Another pause, then, “He can’t be after stealing something, right?”

“He’s bleeding all over the couch,” Zip pointed out, sounding very reasonable.

“Help who?” Geoff asked, confused. Gavin swallowed, mouth dry.

But they’d come back here, and Gavin had said something stupid like have you ever had sex to the Arctic Monkeys, and Michael rolled his eyes and said something like I’ll give you an Arctic Monkey, and the rest was a bit of a blur but Jeremy was pretty sure someone got Arctic Monkey’d because he remembers lips and teeth and skin-

He has been reduced, by the weight of living far too long, to taking joy in the mindless, banal pleasures of reality television.

“You made quite the impression,” Hitoshi said dryly. “Or do you forget the award ceremony where they had to chain you up so you’d even take the medal?”

Katsuki looked up. He saw something black against the blue sky. His eyes focused on it, recognized the black as a school uniform, identified the curly dark hair and the pale face beneath it. 

“Uh, Obito?” Called Kakashi from the other end of the field. “Where did Shisui go?”

There’s screaming, but to Izuku’s memory, it’s faded and dull. It sounds like it’s coming from behind thick glass. Like the people who scream are trapped in a car and he’s on the outside of it, watching them pound their fist on the glass, screaming, screaming, screaming-

“Careful,” Izuku’s voice is so quiet but Shouto can hear it over the hammering of his heart in his chest, “Leave too many marks and Kacchan will be so pissed.” 

“Shut up. For fucks sake, kid. Just shut the fuck up for twenty seconds. Can you fucking do that for me?”

Deku opened his eyes and tilted his head back to look at him then whispered, “Kacchan?”

Bakugou leaned his head down so their foreheads were touching and mumbled, “Shut up.”

Shouto gently pulled Deku’s hand away from his arm so he could look at the wound beneath it. He frowned when he saw just how deep it really was. There was no way wrapping it alone would fix the problem.“Deku, listen. I’m going to need to cauterize this. I’m sorry but this is going to hurt.”

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“I’ve got just the thing, but I need some time to get all the pieces ready. Hopefully I’ll have everything by Friday before our date.” Shouto nodded.

“Cryptic.” Izuku mumbled.

Kacchan? Are you okay?' Izuku looked behind him, mildly concered. His hands no longer shook, making his signs more understandable. Katsuki noticed calluses forming on the green-haired boy's fingers.