MOVED.

I DO NOT HAVE PATIENCE FOR MY QUEUE TO END.  I HAVE MOVED EVERYTHING TO MY FRESH NEW HIP BLOG (but i’m lazy and don’t feel like making a new theme)

@resolutepath​ inquired :    “Don’t be such a baby, I didn’t even hit you that hard!”  [ from childe ]      /      sibling  dynamics.

only  a  fatui  harbinger  would  say  that  to  someone  after  knocking  their  ass  onto  the  ground  with  their  vision.    katsuki lifts himself slightly to get a better look at the smug ginger,  own grin still firmly planted on his face,  but he could feel the pain from getting his ass kicked start to resonate in his side.    figures.    and he was the one who initiated the damned spar,  how unlucky did he have to be ?

Shouto hadn’t initially meant to muss up Bakugou’s hair. He’d originally been going for a head pat, treating Bakugou like a cat that would claw him the moment he got too close and approaching from behind. But then he’d spread his fingers out and swished them through the softness like actual fur, and by the time he’d been swatted away, the strands had become all staticky and were sticking up in all directions. That never seemed to happen with his hair (except for wind or rolling around in his sleep), red and white strands mixing but staying flat nonetheless.

Still, he didn’t expect Bakugou to be that volatile about it. As Bakugou clambers over, he steps back a few paces, unthreatened, just to give him more room. His posture is relaxed, but his expression is one of confusion, eyebrows knitted together and the corner of his lip pressed down. It’s only then that he remembers not everyone likes being touched - maybe that’s why?

“I want to do it too,” he explains, looking put out by his mistake. He’d never had people to learn social skills from, so he’d adapted by copying his friends now. “Is that wrong?”

so  shouto  just  wanted  to  return  the  favour,   and  katsuki  was  just  a  little  too  reactive  about  it.    the blond’s brows furrow together in thought.    there is a sense of a double standard if he’s able to pull it off on shouto whenever the hell he felt like,  whereas if the other was to return the favour,  it was likely this scenario again.    but was it all that bad ?    katsuki grumbles and slowly sinks back into the couch.    it wasn’t that he didn’t like it ;    at least,  he’s not as averse to it as he makes it seem.    suddenness and abruptness play a small part in the blond’s reaction.    if shouto had made it more aware …

no.    he probably wouldn’t like that either.

@knightinsourarmor​ inquired :    ‘ great. you’re going to get us all killed. ’ ( from Shoto ^•^ )      /      reluctant  allies.

❝    tch,   like  hell  i  will !    i know what the fuck i’m doin’.    ❞

the truest offence of all is the notion that shouto doesn’t trust that katsuki won’t get them killed,  even after the time the blond had taken to ensure that their win would be flawless ;    he might not always be the most caring,  or the most careful for that matter,  but the one thing he refused to be was truly reckless.    reckless would get them killed.

crimson stares at heterochromatic eyes for a beat before he turns away,  growling under his breath,  trying to figure out where to go from there.

@etherealflora​ inquired :    “AHHH! Oh, it’s you.” - Kaminari      /      sibling  dynamics.

❝    stop  fuckin’  screaming,   of  course  it’s  me.    ❞    katsuki grumbles and shoves through the door of the other blond’s room,  making himself surprisingly comfortable in the other’s desk chair before sitting there,  waiting.    watching.

in honesty,  katsuki first wanted to see the other panic at the sudden intrusion.    the only reason it ends up so short-lived,  however,  is because the young bakugou eventually tosses over a can of soft drink he’d been given by some girl in her second year    —    uninterested in the little smiley face drawn in sharpie on the aluminium,  less so in the drink of choice.    and even that wasn’t the reason he was there.

@cheribomb​​ inquired :    "  hey  ,  katsuki  !  look what I can do now  !  "  here, she shows off the little fruits that form at the blossoms summoned by her quirk. held them up for the other to see before a sudden, tiny and non-damaging, explosion happened  !  "  finally got a cool technique, thanks to you  !  "      /      unprompted.

there’s  something  to  be  said  about  katsuki  helping  others  with  their  quirk  developments  however  big  or  small.    whether inadvertently or otherwise,  the blond always seems to find himself at credit when others feel the need to show off their quirk evolution,  always taking a sense of inspiration or just his words to heart.    and,  evidently,  hana was not the exception to this.

crimson watches with a raised brow to see what she’s talking about.    she shows off small fruits using her quirk    —    a small advancement,  in the grand scheme of things    —    but then they pop and explode with vigour,  though nowhere near to the extent his own detonations can occur.    a pause.    it was —    almost amazing,  in the way that she’s made strides with a quirk that didn’t seem to have typical heroic capabilities.    and it’s thanks to him ?

@cheribomb​ inquired :    hana crept up to the blond, grinning like an idiot with a flower crown of her own design in hand. " dont move. " then ! she gently places the crown on his head, straightening to appear perfect. " a gift for you. " :D      /      unprompted.

the  blond  isn’t  sure  what  to  expect.    when he first hears hana speak,  he almost tenses and goes to retaliate,  to push her away with the intention of avoiding whatever the hell she had planned,  but he bites his tongue and waits.    he doesn’t expect a flower crown.

katsuki wouldn’t be caught dead with the wreath of flowers around his head,  resting neatly among spikes of hair and complimenting its edge with the soft roundness of the petals,  colours of black and orange and green dancing across his forehead.    it would combat every personal image he’d compiled.    though the young bakugou automatically goes to lift off the flower crown as soon as it was placed there,  there is a sense of delicacy in the way he lifts it off and tosses it aside,  defying the glare that settles in his eyes.

@veroxins​ inquired :    [ CONCEAL ]      /      even  more  injury  memes.

[ CONCEAL ] :    our muses haven’t had time to slow down so receiver has been hiding a serious injury which sender finally uncovers.

the  battle  had  been  fast-paced  and  never-ending  for  a  while  now.    while the young bakugou had been doing his best to match the pace and make sure his classmates were keeping up,  there was a degree of which katsuki had to overlook certain situations ;    the wound that seeps into his side was an example,  hidden only by the dark colour of his clothing and the careful manoeuvring of his bracers to cover it.    to have it revealed now would only slow them right down.    they couldn’t afford it.

except daiten was uncannily perceptive,  and katsuki knew that his slowed movements couldn’t be hidden forever.    when she presses the issue,  he concedes.

“You ever think that you would be better off on another adventuring team?”

His gaze remains fixed on the campfire before him as Bennett voices the question that’s been on his mind. While he’s glad to see Katsuki, his visit has come between another spate of adventurers cursing him and his luck when in his vicinity and it does make him wonder what makes Katsuki stay. One foot drags across the ground before him as he clutches at the tree stump he’s sat upon, making conscious effort not to move too much lest the campfire ends up fizzled out or igniting beyond control and he sighs, shaking his head.

“Forget it… it’s not important. I must be tired!” he pushes a grin onto his face and looks up at his fellow adventurer. There’s no happiness to be found in asking questions you’re not sure you won’t the answer to.

❝    tch,   you  think  too  much.    ❞    katsuki tosses a small bit of bark into the roaring flame of the campfire,  igniting it a little more despite potential risk,  crimson shifting to look at his adventuring companion.    he knows where it’s going    —    bennett’s luck is infamous at best,  hated at worst,  and many mondstadt adventurers avoid him at all costs.    but katsuki was no ordinary adventurer …    nor was he from mondstadt.

still,  now that bennett has asked,  katsuki feels inclined to reply.

“Katsuki, you didn’t tell me you were back in Liyue!”

An arm finds purchase around the other’s shoulders, pulling him in close as Childe comes to fall into step, his other hand reaching across to ruffle blond locks vigorously. There’s a wicked tease in his smile as he does it, ever the annoying older sibling in some regards, but he gives mercy eventually and shifts out of reach - mostly avoiding retaliation.

“Well since you’re here, I’m insisting on lunch. You can tell me all about the powerful enemies you’ve come across…” And if he has a few questions to ask about the lands beyond Liyue, well, he cannot be faulted for intel gathering. It’s part of his job.

despite  differences  in  allegiance,   katsuki  ends  up  not  minding  childe’s  company  on  a  good  day.    the harbinger was a walking challenge for the blond and he felt an intense need to keep testing his mettle against one of the best    —    but that was not the purpose of today as he wanders into liyue harbour,  only offering half a glare when childe swings an arm around him.    it’d been a while.    and,  well,  katsuki didn’t have time for letters.

@cheribomb​ inquired :    leans close to the microphone. " good luck, you lil shit. "      /      unprompted.

getting  lost  in  a  shopping  centre  wasn’t  so  much  of  a  deal.    katsuki had half a mind to wander off on his own anyway,  more interested in finding something for lunch and maybe even find something for his camping weekend with family    —    the only big deal that came with him being there was that he was dragged along by a certain girl in his class.

it took a bit of convincing to get him to tag along,  and yet she was the first to wander off and do her own thing,  leaving the blond standing awkwardly in the middle of the store near all of the accessories.    yep,  this was hell.    and as he makes his way out —

right.    yeah,  and that was hana’s voice alright.