#implosiveexplosive

[angus voice] this note just says ‘i’m super gay’ || accepting!

  Katsuki expresses his love in less than eloquent ways, a lesson Ochako has learned over the course of knowing him. Maybe she doesn’t look her best right now (she can feel her hair sticking to her face at this very moment), but that didn’t exactly warrant the response.

  A small huff before hands cup his cheeks, giving them a good squish before pulling on them.

send 💜 for a quick kiss.  @implosiveexplosive

google search: how normal is it for two friends(?) to kiss in the form of... competition?  

no? not searchable? well, you try explaining this shit. 

not for the first time, jirou loses at what has now become their daily competition of who can take up more space on this bench that they sit on together to throw rocks into the lake ( make no mistake, that’s always a whole thing, too ), a test of manspread power and nothing more. figures he’d have her beat on that -- his one leg is thicker with muscle than both of hers combined. she tells him that too, exaggeration or not, because it’s important that this win doesn’t go to his head.

actually, it’s not. that, and the flippant excuse is too lightly said to mean anything real; if she were actually arguing with him, they’d both know. her head turns because she has the instinct to say something else to him, probably something mean, you know, really get ‘em, but whatever she had in mind goes right out the back door when she turns her head to find him already looking at her. 

in the middle of what is definitely a staring contest, she feels her cheeks redden involuntarily; feels her brow furrow, too, and in a rush to put a stop to a third competition that she’s definitely going to lose, jirou pulls down on his shirt collar just enough so that their height difference didn’t impede the kiss she plants on him. take that. 

despite what brought it on, she doesn’t use harsh force in it -- she just kisses him, plain and simple. it ends before long, and she pulls back, head dipping immediately. yeah, it was supposed to be a distraction, buuut... it didn’t totally suck. not on her end. 

even so. there’s face to save. 

“I’m not going to comment on you being awake at this hour, partly because I fear you’d start yelling at me and wake everyone else up, and partly because... well, I’m awake now, too.” There’s an almost nervous breath of laughter at her self-awareness, as she reaches for a cup.

        The young girl turned one of the grenade gauntlet’s over in her hands and raised a brow,

        “These aren’t entirely practical are they?” She chuckled lightly, placing it on the table and looking up at her fellow student, “Do you know what kind of alterations were you thinking of applying to your costume today?”

♫ – she seems to have gotten her hands on another one of bakugou’s shirts. it’s not the sweater she stole initially, and it’s certainly not the shirt he’d gifted her for white day.

how does she keep snatching them?