Profound Thoughts About Lesbianism

Saitama: this is crazy expensive. garou, you're telling me you actually went out and bought this stuff?

garou, dodging various bat attacks: "centipede" means 100 legs but they can actually have 15 to 117 pairs of legs

badd, swinging bat: wtf is wrong with you

garou, dodging again: but it's always an odd number so no centipede actually has 100 legs unless you remove some

badd: oh buddy i'm about to--

"sorry for setting a bad example in front of your sister" [metal bat]

"sorry for breaking your entire spirit" [dark shine]

"sorry for beating you up after you implied i might be a good person" [mumen rider]

Genos: should i also reciprocate with a baked good?

Saitama: yes, but you have to wait exactly 3 days. And it should say something clever. Like... 'How much do polar bears weigh? Enough to break the ice.'

it would be so awesome

I was so prepared for heartbreak SKDJFJF. This is good, I like this. If Badd wasn’t so injured Garou would def embrace him tightly.

Category: Fanfiction

Pairing: Badd x Garou

Author’s Note: Wanted to write something for one of Koeharu’s post for a long time. I had extra time today and decided to get one done. I hope it’s enjoyed.

@koeharu

The windows clanked with the sound of the rain against the panes as thunder roared outside. The wind blew aggressively, rattling the nearby trees against the small home, wet leaves smacking against the foundations of the house. The only source of light for the people inside being the violent flashes of lighting outside. Quickly flashing as it danced across the sky to its own tune.

“I’ll be back soon. Make sure Zenko doesn’t eat any sweets before bed or else the girl will never go to sleep. And for the love of God, don’t put bacon in the toaster. I’m not buying another one for the third time. I’ll be back soon. Love you.”

Garou sat on the bed silently, staring at his phone in front of him that laid flat against the bedding. He blinked and moved his attention away from the glaringly bright screen to the tempest that was happening outside with an irritated sigh. He glanced at the clock which said one am. He had rung Badd’s phone multiple times and had only received a voicemail back each time.

He tapped at his phone again.