#tenacityblitz

❝ You can’t just decide you’re someone’s best friend, that’s not how it works. ❞ He’d respond nonchalantly as if he hadn’t made a similar decision himself in their first year. Getting a rise out of Bakugou was just too fun to resist sometimes, the blond made it way too easy when he always reacted exactly how Shouto thought he would.

“Well, I got sent this meme the other day and I didn’t know what it meant,” Izuku explained with furrowed eyebrows. “It said, ‘All your base are belong to us’...”

“I like to think I keep up with most hero-related internet memes, but this one seems dated.” For all he knew, the meme was older than he was. 

Logically speaking, Momo knew Bakugou to be right. They had been paired up at school to win and, even in a real fight, the villain or villains had to be taken down as quickly as possible. But...

Grey eyes softened as they scanned over his battered figure. The bandage she had applied to his leg earlier was holding up pretty well though he was bleeding through it, still. There was more to being a hero than defeating the bad guy, wasn't there?

"We are going to win this, together." she insisted before turning her back to him and producing a parachute from her chest. Momo faced Bakugou again, a determined glint in her eye. "So, we can't keep walking. No matter." A pause; a brief hesitation before continuing. "I can't make two parachutes and a cannon to take down the target, I'm too exhausted for that. However..." she paused, moving to adjust the parachute around his body. "Think you can make one more explosion to blast us through the air if I hold onto you?"

“Anonymous” asked Nao, do you think your face is better looking than Midnight's knockers?

“I assume Midnights chest doesn’t have a face.

It still was odd, how they ended up living next to one another just like at UA. Not knowing for the longest time thanks to their conflicting shedule’s. Ai however, had notices the all too familiar owner of the flat next door all to soon. More often then not would sneak over to the blonds balcony when Shinsou wasn’t at home. Shinsou kinda wonder how often he did that, how often Bakugou would see this strange cat allowing himself to be pat until he notices how familiar the cat actually appeared. Right now, Ai was also on Bakugous side, rubbing himself against the blond’s legs, reminding Shinsou all too much on back onto their 3rd year were AI would often sleep on Bakugo’s lap whenever he was resting on his balcony.