#monominari

Kaminari is such a loser for his pretty crush, and Mineta has to listen to his rambles every day. tragic.

saw this template and thought about this conversation with @sonomly on Discord

It's Monoma and Kaminari cuddling the CUDDLE BUGS!!!!

Monoma is wearing Kaminari's clothes!!!

They're so soft and lovely and squishy and content and I LOVE THIS FOREVER AND EVER!

I've got fic inspiration people!

Our little corner of the world has been fed MonoMinari lovers.

I WAS ACTUALLY LOSING MY SHIT OVER THIS CHAPTER

thank you queen for you creations

i hope you enjoy my abomination of a creation

@lizzle-the-edu-gamer

I fear this is just so them

SIGH

I LURV THEM

They exist

LOOK AT THEM

My friend is best most amazing friend

I LOVE YOU!

MonoShin is not rare.

Sorry, it's just not.

But I love it 💜💛

There are enough fics with them on AO3 to last me YEARS of reading.

YEEEEEARS!

MonoMinari and MonoBaku?

Rare.

I can get a little over one year out of them... Combined...

COMBINED!

That's reading one fic a day...

ONE?!

You know that's being hella lenient.

Now excuse me while I work on something for those wandering the deserts of ao3.

Hero students don't get to join clubs at UA.. Bummer, right? Where do you put all that creativity?!

Kaminari hasn't just left it behind. He EXPLODES with creativity. Just not in the most legal ways...

He was a delinquent in middle school. His specialty? Tagging. He used his electricity to burn markings onto walls in alleyways and under overpasses. Sometimes it was a simple piece of work to define the territory of his neighborhood.

But others?

Murals.

Gorgeous pieces of work with finite detail that left him short circuiting when he'd stay out too long, wanting to make sure a butterfly's wing was delicate, or the smoke from a fire was light and airy.

Where could he do that at UA though?

He'd find his space.

The perfect one was behind tall hedges around back from the lunch hall. He tucked himself into the bramble, drawing storm clouds and waves crashing into the shore and hurricane winds blowing trees sideways.

That's how Monoma finds him.

Dropping his phone out a window when he slips on a fruit cup, tipped over, abandoned.

His phone, which is opened up on an application with a practice sketch of his costume, but upgraded.

He wanted something new, he just wasn't sure what. He needed it to look fabulous. One of a kind. Walking high fashion with finesse and charm and...

Kaminari sees this and initially curses whoever dropped the phone, then becomes intrigued by the careful detail in such a rough sketch.

He starts flipping through other saved sketches.

That's how Monoma finds him, scrolling through his phone, in front of a burned landscape spanning the underside of the building.

Frustration makes way for awe as Monoma takes in the beauty of the art.

"Did you draw these?" Kaminari holds up the phone.

"Did you make this?" Monoma slips behind the bushes.