#explosivelypsycho

— when he said it like that, it didn’t sound all that bad. and shoto wasn’t usually one to shy away from a supposed haunted building. he’d always believed that true evil came from mankind itself. then why was it when he shift his gaze from the blond to the door handle, shoto hesitated?

“what is it that you’re afraid of confessing?” He tries to fill the silence with words as he slowly turns up the heat.

Her hands closed around the skin of the young man’s hand, catching the already blistering skin. A soft cold spread between her fingertips and across the heated flesh. Carefully controlled, carefully guided. “You need to be more careful.” She reprimanded quietly as she gazed at her brother’s classmate. Her grey eyes were firm as she held him steady, not allowing him to even try to pull away. She was stronger than she looked after all. “Just because your own explosions don’t hurt you doesn’t mean heat from something else won’t. Didn’t you already know that?”

The tone she used with him was the exact same tone she took with her students when they had done something foolish while she wasn’t looking. Firm, chastising, but with the underlying concern that showed she wasn’t truly angry. And she didn’t have a reason to be angry with Bakugo at the moment besides his tendency to act without thinking. He had saved one of her middle schoolers after all, grabbing the superheated metal that had been swinging towards the girl when the cars crashed only a few meters away from the field trip group.

          “Lot’sa people say our Quirks are pretty close.” They state with a raised brow. “But I dunno, just because we both can blow things up doesn’t mean they’re COMPLETELY alike.” Hands go to their hips, curiously eye the blond. “I did get to see you in action back when you were on tv though, pretty cool. You mind me asking who you ended up doing an internship with?”

    He’d be lying if he said some days he didn’t need a hug. Every now and then he had a day just bad enough to where he wanted to give affection to another, just to make himself feel a little bit better in some way. So he couldn’t blame Bakugou for being surprised at the suddenness of it all, he was the first friend of sorts he’d bother interacting with today, so it only made sense. Almost as quickly as it had begun, Tamaki had pulled back from the younger, turning away from him as he moved some hair from his eyes and spoke softly.

      “S-Sorry...Should of...Asked first, huh..?”

     “So you’re the one lil’ Kirishima keeps talkin’ so highly of!” He laughed a little as he hugged the much smaller student, grinning brightly before letting him go gently, leaning down a bit to at least get a better look at him. “Sorry, sorry, couldn’t help myself! Though you seem less of’a firecracker than he made ya out ‘ta be! Anyways, nice meetin’ ya, kiddo! Don’t know how much Kirishima talks ‘bout me outside’a interning and all, but you can jus’ call me Fat, haha!”

he tries hard not to smile but fails when he meets crimson irises. damn. shifting against the other, shoto averts his gaze to focus his attention anywhere but katsuki. “whatever. you’re just saying that.” he will not blush.