#blastintriumph

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katsuki  glances  at  her  from  across  the  way.  they're  working  on  a  group  project  for  ectoplasm's  class,  and  katsuki  thinks  their  teacher  went  out  of  her  way  to  put  together  the  worst  partners  imaginable.  well,  almost  the  worst.  ok,  maybe  he's  being  dramatic  —  there's  probably  like  11  other  extras  in  his  class  he'd  want  to  work  with  less.  he  just  loathes  the  upbeat  attitude  and  kind  smile.  shit  like  that  has  always  pissed  him  the  hell  off.  there's  something  that's  almost  condescending  about  it.  it's  fake,  right?  totally  fake. 

❝ we're  way  too  different,  ❞  he  says.  he  just  can't  fathom  it.  katsuki  doesn't  even  like  the  idea  of  having  a  bunch  of  friends  —  it's  distracting.  he  just  wants  to  get  his  work  done  and  train  to  become  the  best  hero  he  can  possibly  be.  besides,  every  friend  he's  had  he's  outright  rejected  and  told  them  to  fuck  off.  still,  they  stick  around  and  insist.  he  eventually  gives  up  on  telling  them  to  fuck  off.  if  she  keeps  at  it,  acting  like  kirishima  and  kaminari  do  with  his  insults  going  in  one  ear  and  out  the  other,  then  sure,  yeah.  whatever.  she  doesn't  really  seem  the  type  to  ignore  his  foul  behavior,  though. 

❝ why  the  fuck  would  you  even  wanna  be  friends  with  me?  classmates  and  allies  is  fine.  ❞

Jangmi was having a hard time. Though she knew Bakugou took school seriously, and had top grades, she still felt a little uneasy about being assigned to work with him on their math project. The two of them had to design a water park on a coordinate plane, which entailed quite a bit of creativity, not just equations and numbers. Not even ten minutes into switching seats to sit near each other and start planning, their visions were going in vastly different directions. She had paused to take a short break and think about how she wanted to approach this, staring at another group--Yaoyorozu and Jirou. The two girls were already enthusiastically sharing ideas, smiles on their faces. It had made her wonder, and before she really knew what she was saying, she had posed her question.

His voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and she swung her head to look at him, blinking rapidly as she realized she had spoken her thoughts aloud. Her eyes studied him, almost as if seeing him in a new light. She kind of was, in fact. She had never considered that Bakugou didn't care whether or not he had real friends. It shocked her, a bit. It was such a lonely thing...

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧  𝗔  𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗘!  𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧  𝗔  𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙁!  kyoka  could  hardly  believe  it,  as  welcome  as  a  sight  as  it  is.  it's  a  wonder  how  the  common  area  is  empty,  but  the  purple  haired  hero  in  training  won't  question  it  or  complain.  with  her  notebook  in  hand,  lazy  footsteps  carry  her  over  to  the  couch,  exhaustion  from  her  adrenaline  packed  day  weighing  her  shoulders  down.  music  floods  her  ears,  courtesy  of  the  left  headphone  jack  plugged  into  her  phone,  but  even  that  can't  block  out  the  stomps  behind  her.  she  had  barely  made  it  to  the  couch  before  a  familiar  voice  broke  through  the  melody  she'd  been  head  bobbing  along  to.

　　　　　　❝  𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘛𝘈  𝘛𝘏𝘌  𝘞𝘈𝘠,  𝘐  𝘞𝘈𝘚  𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌  𝘍𝘐𝘙𝘚𝘛!  ❞

oh  god,  of  course,  there's  no  way  she'd  get  more  than  30  seconds  to  herself--  here  comes  bakugo,  all  bark.  and  gunning  for  the  same  spot  as  her.  the  promise  of  cozy  solitude  was  too  good  to  be  true.  his  claim  to  be  here  first  earns  a  scoff,  there's  no  way  that  was  actually  true.  but  hey..  at  least  𝗵𝗲  𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁  𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹  𝗵𝗲𝗿  𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀.  normally,  she'd  have  no  qualms  with  rolling  her  eyes  and  letting  him  barrel  through  her,  but  grumpy  is  as  grumpy  does--  peace  is  not  an  option  tonight.  her  eyes  narrow,  laser  glare  in  place.  she'll  let  her  free  earphone  jack  fly  out,  poking  at  his  shoulder  with  two  sharp  jabs,  ❝  oh,  nuh-uh. ❞

❝  not tonight, dude. there's  literally  ten  other  places  you  can  chill  in. ❞  her  jack  is  recoiled  slightly,  pointing  at  an  open  oversized  armchair,  ❝   like  𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌,  ❞  the  jack  moves  to  point  at  the  smaller  couch,  ❝   or  𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌.  ❞  granted  those  spots  weren't  as  comfortable  as  the  big  couch,  but  they're  better  than  nothing.  and  he'll  have  to  deal.  in  an  immature  move  for  the  ages,  she'll  recoil  both  jacks  and  duck  past  him,  plopping  down  on  the  cushions.  there's  a  smug  air  about  her,  threatening  to  tug  at  her  lips,  but  as miffed as she is, she  knows  better  than  to  poke  at  him  any  more  than  she  has.  she'll  settle  for  crossed  arms  and  a  tilt  of  her  head,  ❝   besides  i'm  already  here.  you  can  find  somewhere  else,  easy.  ❞

mixed bag sentence starters | accepting

bakugo's outburst causes tenya to divert his attention from his lunch to his classmate. some people might have been intimidated by the blonde's fiery personality, but tenya knew better. a lot of his choice words were nothing but empty threats or mild complaints; nothing too villainous.

incoming transmission ... :: from @blastintriumph / bakugō katsuki: ❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do meme || accepting!

❝ Bakugō-kun, it'll be okay! They're not that bad, ❞ Ochako laughs, trying to wave him off with a short and unserious laugh. To be fair, he did have a point, especially by the state of the peppers she had sliced. They would do, at least according the gravity user. But she knows her classmate has his own standards, even bordering on perfectionism in some cases. So, she tries to alleviate him and follow his instructions, but it only slows the process.

So when he moves to stand behind her, temporarily notching the heat of the boiling stove down, and grasp the knife from behind her, it leaves her breathless. He is not directly touching her save for his fingers stretched over hers to help indicate how she should be dicing the peppers, but it still has her tense up. She briefly is unable to hear him, eyes lingering on their hands and trailing up his arm. It is a strange sensation, and she cannot help the heat that rises to her cheeks with it.

Her eyes lift and she turns her head and it almost immediately has her melting into a deeper shade of red. Their faces are so close, had he bent down to be at her level? Bakugō is looking at her now, and she tries to respond, but she isn't in control of her body. Her grasp has loosened and she is still staring, brows knitted in the middle as she gazes upon him. She can note every feature on his face, how his hair falls into his eyes to cast a shadow, how his irises seemed to gleam through them, how his nose sloped and how his lips, which she usually saw either in a line or a sneer, were baring neither of those.

She glances back up at him, unsure, and the world really is quiet around them now. She knows that there should be a bubbling sound from the pot on the stove, that there should be voices filtering in from the television. But it is silent, and all she can see is Bakugō.

Her gaze drops to his mouth again and she cannot help but tilt her head. Her heartbeat is echoing in her head and her nose is filled with nothing but the sweet smell of him. Her tongue unknowingly darts out to lick at her lips as though preparing for something she entirely knows not. Her gaze lingers and her eyes are beginning to fall heavy.

Maybe...

❝ Hey, is dinner nearly ready? What's going on? ❞

The call is a snap back to reality for Ochako and she all but jumps, turning away from the blonde to face the small crowd that had started to gather. She steps away from him deliberately, pulling her hand from the knife, and she suddenly misses the warmth. She offers a small smile of apology to their classmates, reaching for one of the pieces of her oddly cut pepper as an explanation.

❝ I'm sorry guys, it might be a little longer. But I'll do my best to catch up with Bakugō-kun! ❞

This is enough to quell them. She bites her lip and the smile drops, glancing at her cooking partner out of the corner of her eye.

Did that... really nearly just happen?

Ochako almost keels back at the yell. She knows she had pushed maybe more than she should have, she likes to think she knows her friends well enough that she wouldn't overstep any boundaries. But what had been a request of assurance, to know that he was actually okay, is met by resistance. Her breath hitches at the outburst and she tries not to react, and she purses her lips to keep herself from retorting.

She knows he has been dodging her questions, expertly manoeuvring to avoid answering or draw her attention elsewhere. She would rather he be direct with her as he usually was instead of being dishonest, but maybe the desire to understand had been too much. Her eyes had dropped, trying not to look hurt for maybe the reaction from Bakugō was warranted. She looks back up at him, brown meeting red, and she smiles awkwardly.

❝ I'm sorry, Bakugō-kun, maybe I was asking too many questions, ❞ she tries in between what looks to be his own meditative way to calm. It's quick and the tone he replies with leaves her in silence. She bites the inside of her cheek to keep from protesting for maybe he really is alright and she had misunderstood what happened. But something in the way he speaks, the emphasis maybe, does not leave her assured.

❝ I know you will be, ❞ Ochako finally responds properly, her smile more sincere this time. It's a gentle smile. Her faith in her friends has never fluctuated, if only growing for every day she has known them. Despite the promise of her trust in him, she cannot help the worry that continues to bubble inside her, and she gnaws at her bottom lip for a moment, thoughtful.

of all the things on earth katsuki least anticipated, receiving a kiss on the cheek was so low on the list that it's something he's never even accounted for. his mom and dad used to when he was little, and that was literally it. he doesn't even register it at first, so confused he's certain he must have missed something.

"did you — did you just fucking kiss my cheek? WHAT THE FUCK?!?" katsuki shouts, his brows furrowing in an instant. he rubs at his cheek, still muttering heatedly. what the hell was her deal, anyway? first trying to be friends, now this shit... oh. oh. he gets it. he should've clocked it sooner.

"are you fucking with me? did one of the other damn idiots in our class dare you to mess with me? i swear, i'll kill them."

Jangmi takes a step back and leans slightly away, blinking rapidly at the sudden jump in volume. Just like before, her cheeks go pink at his use of swear words, hoping that no teachers are nearby to overhear him. She purses her lips in a little pout as he seems to be wiping away her kiss. She's not sure what she expected, but she feels a little offended that he's acting like she has cooties, or something.