#angerblast

“bet. what’s my social security number?” check and mate.

“being gay isn’t your choice. it’s mine. you’re gay now.” this is why they never got anything done.

“hey. i found a picture of you.” he offered his phone, a stupid image on the screen.

look, he loved katsuki, but when he was on his bullshit? it was difficult to keep the filter up, to keep his true colors from shining through. like now. “can you stop being a fucking cunt for five seconds or would that kill you?”

they were just trying to provoke him now, huh? “he’s a good kid in a bad situation. shut your mouth and mind your own business. he’s got more potential than you ever will.”

“no little german boy! don’t go into the weed cave!”

guess who’s back from the toy store with eri. and guess who the fuck bought himself something. “I’M A JEDI AGAIN--” (there was a screech of ‘NO!’ from shota across the dorm) but it’s a replica of anakin’s too so, you know. there’s a whack-- not a very hard one-- but he still gets katsuki with the flimsy plastic and laughs. okay, maybe working three jobs was getting to him because he’s just cackling.

“so--- you weren’t just standing outside of jiro’s door, singing along to the high school musical blasting out of her room?”  there’s doubt written all over her face, but she would still give him the benefit of the doubt. he’d been through a lot already. so she shrugs, lifting her mug of tea to her lips.  “. . . okay.”