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YOU SENT THIS SO LATE BRO SKJHGKJASDHK I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU OMG

also tagging @dorkyama and @mikwrites bc it’s our boy😌 the superior boy™

“What the hell are you doing?”

You freeze up, totally not caught with your hand in the cookie jar. Literally. But it’s just one or two cookies... Osamu doesn’t need them that badly!

“Just organizing the cookies alphabetically!”

He rolls his tired eyes, the kitchen light much too bright for 2:00AM. You probably thought the same, which is why you chose to do your stealing in the dark with socks on to slide across the floor without much of a sound.

“Come back to bed before I organize my belts on your ass alphabetically,” he groans, shutting the light off. He doesn’t miss how the energy rolling off of you spikes up in excitement.

Bakugou is fucking stupid.

You could tell him that and he’d either scream your head off or sneer at you as he walks away. There’s no figuring him out and that’s what brings you to your conclusion.

He’s an utter idiot.

But he’s your idiot. Is that a good thing? It would be if he agreed! You always say he’s playing hard to get (scream-worthy) and then laugh it off with a slap on his fuming back, but just because you’re joking doesn’t mean you’re wrong.

The idiot might have a tiny crush on you. A Fucking Stupid Crush. One that makes him say the silliest of things like:

“I’ll kill you before I ever take you on a date.”

“I don’t hang around losers. Piss off!”

“How fucking dumb are you? Don’t say something like that to anyone else except me.”

That last one made a grin perk up on your lips, one that he wants to wipe off either with crude words, a fist, or his own lips.

“Okay, yeah, I’m fucking dumb, but I’m still sexy.”

this reminded me of the beginning of wtf u! so imma.,.,., write a smol blurb in that setting!

There was something ataractic about how the sun climbed up the trees, kissing each leaf and turning over the winds all in the name of a dewy day. Every day feels like this now, but somehow you don’t get tired of it.

Instead, Tooru is tired. He remembers apologizing to you about the pregnancy, apologizing to you about his actions, and apologizing to you for being so late when it came to becoming the father he should’ve been from the beginning. Every diminutive detail has been burned into his memory, so he’d never forget something this great. 

He’s shocked, really, that you would be the one apologizing right now despite your pride. That you even feel the need to apologize for something like this — after all you’ve been through together, your love is enough of an apology. 

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Shouto didn’t realize he liked you. Well, he knew he liked you — you got along well with everyone, you were helpful, you didn’t unnecessarily involve yourself in trouble — but he didn’t know he liked you. It seemed like the snickers behind his back were fueled by something, but he never got an answer.

“Don’t play dumb.”

“He’ll figure it out eventually.”

“They make me sick with that stupid love crap.”

He didn’t really think anything was different between how your relationship was with him compared to others, but maybe it’s because he never had a chance like this: you left. 

That was just a nice way of putting it — that was how everyone else started wording it behind his back and to his face because they somehow knew he needed something gentle. Something that was just as soft as you no matter how hard the situation got. But volcanoes are hot even when they aren’t erupting, just waiting to boil over from just the slightest shake or crack in their foundation. They can usually be predicted and avoided, something everyone was trying to do and succeeding at doing. Some volcanoes can smooth over on their own, and others erupt without notice — it doesn’t take a tremble, it just takes the right amount of internal turmoil to wreak enough havoc inside and out. 

For him, that turmoil was finding out you hadn’t just left — you ran. Being a hero somehow wasn’t for you, you explained after a surprise run-in somewhere on the outskirts of town. You told him you were a coward while itching away at your temple, as if the thought alone bothered you to discomfort. It was an old habit of yours, one he didn’t realize he noticed. Just like he didn’t notice your feelings about being a hero warp into something evil. 

He didn’t know what to tell you when you gave him that tidbit of information, and you didn’t stay for long. You were so skittish and eager to get out of view, eager to leave like you did before, and so eager to abandon him that he didn’t even have time to tell you what he wanted.

But right now, when he thinks about it again for the hundredth time at night, he realizes it wouldn’t have mattered. Those words wouldn’t have come out whether or not there was time to say it because, at that point, he was dormant, and there was no telling when he’d explode, if at all. Everybody — even himself — tried to avoid it. It didn’t require a jostle in his daily life or a crack in his sanity, it just took one realization for him to erupt into tears and sob into his hands alone, so endlessly alone. He wouldn’t have been able to say what he wanted when he was the coward this whole time.

LMFAOSDGGSJ BRO THIS IDEA HAS BEEN MARINATING IN MY HEAD FOR DAYS AND I’M EXCITED TO GET TO IT NOW YAYAY

“You know what I was always told to do?”

This can’t be good. Any suggestion from Kaminari, especially when it comes to public speaking, is a bad idea.

“Do I want to know?”

He narrows his eyes at you with a small huff of “Hey” and throws a couple pieces of popcorn at you. As if this is some form of bad entertainment to him. Jerk.

“Just pretend everyone is naked! Then you won’t be nervous.”

“That doesn’t actually work,” you counter, “it’s an urban myth.”

You’re saying that now, but by the time your speech came around, you found yourself with sweaty palms and jelly legs, your eyes locked on the podium because you can’t bring yourself to look up at the audience. Nothing could calm you down right now, not even the methodical breathing exercises you did beforehand. So you’re left with one last thing, your mind echoing that silly suggestion your best friend had made.

Before you open your eyes to the expectant crowd, your lips mumble one last thing.

dis kinda sexc ngl👀💦 also imma go eat brekkie after dis bc it’s 4pm and i’m just laying here aindandbjamama

Is torture supposed to feel like this? They don’t exactly make Receiving Torture 101 classes for villains, but it would be nice to know why you’re getting slightly aroused by the man in front of you. Even better, you’d love to know why he’s torturing you. I mean, he told you why: you have information he needs. But since when do heroes — especially the Number Two — torture people?! Aren’t they supposed to be... I dunno... the good guys?

“The bondage seems a little bit uncharacteristic, I will say,” you comment thoughtfully through heated breaths. “I thought birds liked freedom and stuff.”

Hawks all but snarls at you in the shoddy warehouse, far away from anyone else. No cries for help will be heard, he promised you that.

But so far, you haven’t been crying for the help you both had in mind.

“Don’t be so chatty unless you’re giving me what I want,” he grits, a red feather flying forward to tilt your chin up.

“I can give you anything you want,” you moan. If you’re talking out of your ass, it’s really hard to tell. Even you’re convinced that you’d give up whatever he wants, but you both know what you mean. Again, is torture supposed to feel this good or are you really this deranged?!

A few more feathers shoot out, much sharper than you anticipated and cutting through your top to reveal your bare skin quickly forming goosebumps under his heated stare.

im gonna get my bakugou feelies out with this one bc he’s preventing me from writing my hawks chappy of APP and i hate it!!! i don’t even like this boy!!!

It’s easy to realize how big the world is and who the big heroes are. They’re all people you look up to at the same time that they’re people you hope to surpass. A silly notion, but you can dream, right?

He may call you dumb for it, but that’s just because Bakugou doesn’t want you beating him to the Number One spot. So he’ll say you’re stupid, tell you to pick a different goal, and constantly try to one-up you, but then he’ll turn around and defend you when he believes you’ve turned the corner.

“Tch, Y/N and I will be at the top. Quit your braggin’.”

“You’d never catch up to them, piss off!”

“As if Y/N would ever lose to the likes of you.”

You never said a word, just left him with a knowing smile afterward that would have him caught between a loving shade of pink and an irritated shade of red. Whichever it was, you always ended up like this, leaning against his pillows with his arm behind you “just resting” and your head — filled with big dreams — against his shoulder. All talk of his talents exceeding yours dissipates for warmth that crackles between the two of you, something that even he doesn’t disturb. It’s something so small and fragile, but he always keeps it going night after night, hoping one day for embers and flames.