#bunibop

          watching her techniques up close were surely something completely different from what he had heard or seen on the internet / the boy grabs onto the nearest object to keep him from falling over when she lands back down onto the ground, a noise of surprise leaving his lips. ‘ that -- was a really high jump. ’ he states with certainty in his voice ; it’s like nothing he’s ever seen before. he stares at the female hero before him, lips parted in a small ‘ o ’ shape. ‘ i don’t have to do that, right ? ’ and even if he wants to, he really can’t. his quirk is much more suited for throwing things that far up rather than jumping that far up. his leg power is nowhere near hers / he might as well just give up right now while he’s at it. 

omfgggg i thought this said 1d

“ THE REAL KENTUCKY ... is, like, twenty hours away.  and that’s only if i really boot it.  i’m sorry.  looks like you and i won’t be meeting mr. sanders tonight. ”  TRAGEDY STRIKES !  he makes his disappointment clear as the open-faced pout, shot straight into the moonlight.  he’s fast, blindingly so, and yet... these, the deepest desires of the heart, such as meeting colonel harland david sanders, continue to lie frustratingly out of grasp.  

HOW CAN HE CALL HIMSELF A HERO?     (  he’ll get over it.  )

this particular kentucky fried chicken is notably decorated for the holidays, which makes the whole affair almost too romantic.  “ so, this is our stop.  feels seasonal.  thank you for letting me take you here!  ”  hawks, nothing if not a gentleman, all but sprints to the nearest & least grimy corner table to pull out the world’s squeakiest chair.  its melody seems to go on for a single millennium, and he eats that shit up.  

he implores for usagiyama to sit.  no, he insists.  beckons.  and as he peels his jacket off to reveal his proverbial ace in the hole,  his custom made Fedaral Booby Inspecktor t-shirt in almost-perfect, custom typed english, he knows the date is over.  and he knows he’s won.

“ ... maybe the real kentucky was the friendship we’ve built along the way. ” 

        ‘ well --- is there a carrot festival nearby or somethin’ or am i just lucky. ‘ the villain drawled, seemingly unfazed by her appearance. yet, he had his escape route already planned if needed.