#ignicraft

  he think’s he’s alone, unaware that anyone had stumbled across him while he was training.  hiroto was getting more and more frustrated as time went on.  he was trying to get better at using multiple aspects of his quirk at once.  and when he fails again, he’s not able to hold it in anymore.  “fuck!!”  the word booms out of him, a crack of thunder escaping from the drizzling rain cloud above his head.  he reaches his hands up, wiping the wet hair out of his face.  “i need to get out of this city.” 

he waves the dead cell phone in his hand, a ball of energy per usual. ‘ alright, dude, i’m gonna charge this. but first ! ‘ he holds up a finger for dramatic effect. ‘ FIRST, you have to say one nice thing about me ! ‘ a compliment from bakugou ? this should be good. 

     mumbling  ;  a habit  she  picked  up  from  being  around  izuku  so  often  ,  though  never  got  as  extreme  as  he  did.  it  often  picked  up  as  she  was  studying  ,  talking  out  her  thoughts  beneath  her  breath  to  solve  difficult  problems  or  a  tool  to  memorize  ,  &  katsuki  had  commented  on  her  habit  more  than  once.  his  annoyed  remarks  were  often  snapped  ,  though  held  no  real  venom  or  malice ,  so  she  either  ignored  him  with  a  roll  of  her  eyes  or  bit  back  a  jab  of  her  own.     they  sat  beside  each  other  at  her  small  square  table  ,  cluttered  with  a  demolished  snack  tray , text  books , &  loose  papers  spewed  out  in  an  organized  chaos.  she  was  mumbling  ,   whispering  to  the  english  vocabulary  scribed  lazily  into  her  notebook   as  she   tapped  her  pencil’s  easer  against  her  own  thigh  with  each  syllable  she  read.  she  stole  glances  at  him  before  falling  so  deep  into  her  own  paper  ;  a  look  held  for  just  a  moment  to  admire  his  profile ,  to  see  his  normally  tense  brow  smooth , &  smile  at  the  way  he  chewed  the  inside  of  his  cheek  in  thought.  though ,  when  she  got  to  the  end  of  her  list  &  raised  brown  eyes  to  lay  on  his  features  once  more  -----  his  eyes  were  closed,  cheek  squished  more  into  his  palm,  &  jaw  relaxed.  pink  cheeks  stained  darker  ;  a warmth  spread  across  her  smiling  face  as  a  fondness  she  almost  couldn’t  quite  contain  bloomed  in  her  chest.       a  minute  passed  ,  maybe  two  while  she  watched  him  with  her  own  blushed  cheek  propped  up  in  a  palm.   ochako  hated  to  disturb  his  peace ,  but  she  knew  his  wrist  would  be  sore  the  longer  he  bared  weight  on  it  like  that ----  so  she  reached  out ,  sinking  fingertips  into  blond  hair  to  gently  scratch  at  his  scalp.  “ you’re  sleepy,  “  she  said ,  an  obvious  statement  that  would  normally  be  replied  to  with  a  snippy  little  remark  or  an  eyeroll ,  but  instead  met  with  something  she  would  deem  as  sweet.  perhaps  it  was  the  gentle  wake  up  that  coaxed  his  sweetness ,  or  perhaps  it  was  simply  because  he  was  sleepy.  ochako’s  ears  felt  warm  as  she   mumbled  gentle  encouragement  for  him  to  pack  up  his  book  bag  &  retreat  to  his  own  dorm  room  ----  despite  her  preference  for  him  to  stay.  it  was  past  his  bedtime  &  they  had  a  test  in  the  morning. 

if he took every cruel thing that bakugou said to heart,   he’d need a stronger heart...     but his brow still wrinkles at the title of mind freak,   the retort enough to slash whatever good will he might have towards the other   [   if there wasn’t a cat involved,   shinso would have already left   ].     but the cat seems like it might be in trouble.         ‘        stop struggling,        ’         he sighs,   his voice a soft little whistle in his throat.    it isn’t a command:    he knows how to regulate that.    he is so utterly careful with his words that he’d shut down his throat if he had his way,   words flowing into body movements,   a tongue chopped free at the stump.     DID BAKUGOU’S HANDS EVER FEEL LIKE THEY WERE TOO HEAVY FOR HIS BODY?      shinso makes a soft noise at the cat,   trying to get it to calm down.    nothing could be done about bakugou...         ‘       the more you move,   the more the cat’s going to dig his claws in.    shhh,   pretty boy,    shhh.        ’

          ‘  but . .  i still . .  hope you find peace .  or make your own . .  but not like this .  ’    HE’S OUT OF BREATH ,  tired ,  but he still keeps picking himself up AGAIN & AGAIN in desperate attempts to make kacchan realise he won’t stop until he comes home .   ‘  this isn’t the path you want to go down ,  kacchan . .  this isn’t you !  YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A HERO !  both of us !!   ’     PLEASE !   can’t you see how hard he’s trying ?    ‘  you can come back !  ’

                                 "don't worry 'bout tomorrow, leave all your sorrow out here on the floatin' dock.“ //   🎁 bakugou + shouto. one margarita by luke bryan

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