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Hello! I am here for the BAKUCAMIE brotp
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ssmash:
“ – WHY ?! kacchan , do you happen to know who “bakugou” is ?? ”
here he comes
new icon because bakugou is pan thanks happy pride losers
bakugou finally got his first kiss and now i can go to bed
bloomwaste:
@10thuser you already know.
SHE STALLED ALL SHE CAN. now, fireworks are displayed in the distant night sky, signaling the end of the weekend. the perfect bubble she’s been living in has popped. suddenly the cold, outside world exists long before she’s ready. the watch on her wrist vibrates. her train is about to arrive. she’s still got the trip back to kansai to make tonight. — though, in all her tiredness, this is a commute she’s eager to get used to.
‘ HEY, BAKUGOU– ’ whatever she had in mind is lost in his eyes. gaze naturally falls to his lips, desiring. they’re standing close on the platform, hands woven together. just moments before this, her head was resting on his shoulder. there’s still so much she wants to do, but none of it more than this. BEFORE THE TRAIN COMES, before bidding him goodbye until the next weekend, do what you’ve been wanting for hours.
swallow the nerves. don’t let him part with a single doubt to linger in his mind. gentle hands fold over his shoulders. just do it before it’s too late! and she leans forward on her tip toes to kiss him. softly, breathlessly.
the walk to the train station had been... nice. crowds were walking around them, all trying to get out of the city all at the same time, swarming the trains and the busses and the taxis. the city was still alive with the bustle of a massive festival, now all aglow with the dying embers of fun and exhaustion starting to set in. businessmen were complaining about having to go to work in the morning, all being reminded of the real world that waited for them just beyond the next sunrise.
but for now, his hand is still holding hers. their fingers are still entwined. his quirk makes his palms rough, his skin just a little bit thicker than it should be there -- he’s self conscious of it for the first time in his life, wondering if she notices, wondering if it bothers her. wondering, constantly, what she’s thinking of him... if she can feel his pulse through their touch, if she’s aware that the sweet scent is the anxious dot of nitro sweat just under his hairline. and the train is coming way too soon for his liking -- he’d rather just stay there, her head leaned against his shoulder, his arm lost behind the curtain of her hair. he’d stand there for hours if it mean that there wasn’t a goodbye.
but her train is making its horrible way towards them, and just above the rattling he hears her say his name. and hands are on his shoulders. and lips are --- oh.
red eyes widen; he stills. it could be seconds, it could be hours. he wants to capture this moment forever in his mind. and then he relaxes and eyes shut and he’s leaning back into it. hands find her waist, hesitant only with the awkwardness of inexperience but the bravado of teenage faux confidence. and he’s kissing her back. and it’s perfect. it’s the most perfect first kiss he could have dreamt of. the rumbling platform beneath their feet is what finally pulls them apart, and his cheeks are red and his ears are glowing as he matches her gaze. she needs to get on, the doors will close just as quickly as they open --
‘ camie, you should come back to tokyo next weekend. ’ he says, cursing himself silently for it being the only thing that could come to his mind. and then -- ‘ text me. ’
@bloomwaste / camie
he got them good seats. he waited especially to get two really, really good seats, in fact. and the lights dim on the stage and the sidekicks take over ( he recognizes most of them from his internship ), and the show is, truly quite dazzling. he couldn’t even shit on it like he’d done with the fireworks -- a few minutes in, though, and there’s a sight he’s more distracted by. eyes turn to the way the light flickers off camie’s features, the way her eyes are so wide and filled with wondrous delight at the performance -- and there’s that warmth in his chest again, rattling and humming against his ribcage.
lips curve -- ever so slightly -- into a smile; angled, angry features soften. she’s a vision. he can’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun for a whole weekend; he’s sad that this is the last event. a pang in his gut when he remembers that he has to go back to ua tomorrow, her back to kansai. so he reaches up -- reaches out towards her where her hand is by her side, and lets rough touch be gentle for a moment as their fingers entwine.
and oh, his heart races.
@10thuser said: ’ kinda sucks that last night got cut short. ’ a hand comes up to rub the back of his neck. he’s avoiding looking right at her – he’s NEVER this nervous about shit, and silently cursing himself for it now. ’ so. did you wanna pick up where we were? i could buy you a new mask or whatever. since you lost your other one. ‘ ➤ SUMMER HERO FESTIVAL!! ACCEPTING ALL WEEKEND!!
‘ Yeah – really sucks. I was having such a good night. ’ CAN THE PAST BE REPEATED? the initial doubts of such a feat vanish upon that youthful light nervousness returning to her veins. and she’s his fool once more.
‘ I would like it if we did. ’ her hand is held out to him. it’s an offering where words might fail. and it just feels right. ‘ I wouldn’t be opposed a new mask. ’ a little something to remember the weekend by, though she won’t be forgetting it anytime soon.
‘ – and then we should catch the fire show together? ’
skinchar replied to your post: @bloomwaste god damn it – it’d...
run along, little hero~
he’s gonna use ofa to blast your ass into next month, stitches
@bloomwaste
god damn it -- it’d been going so well and naturally that league of bastards had to do something to ruin it. screams pierce the air and alert him, tugging his attention away from the hand he’d been so close to holding, now slick with sweat, all candy-scented and popping explosions, glittering gold and orange hues running up his arm; splitting his skin.
‘ camie -- get outta here! go towards the road! ’
( DON’T GET NEAR THEM, DON’T LET THEM GET TO YOU AGAIN )
the command comes from him as a snarl, he’s already jumped in the opposite direction with a blast following him, pushing him through the air towards the heroes and the smoke.
@bloomwaste said: she has his hand in her grasp, running for the best possible space to watch the fireworks: somewhere without a crowd of people, elevated if possible. only when camie's found the perfect spot does she stop. "I had fun with you today, bakugou." an excited breath passes her lips as she turns her attention to the fireworks rage above. "isn't this awesome?"
they’ve found their way up above the crowds, elevated a few levels to get just the perfect view of the flashing lights and really feeling the way the ground shook from the bangs. and he’s shaking a little, too -- but it’s not like he could chalk it up to the fireworks filling the sky; he’s used to explosions. no, this was a shaking he was entirely unfamiliar with. something that had gripped him from just behind his ribcage and flooded his gut with what felt like flipping, rollercoaster static.
she’s a bright light, colors flashing along her features and glinting in her eyes and across that smile -- that smile that hits him like a truck.
‘ uh -- yeah. same. ’ he manages to get out, and reaches up to push the kitsune mask off his face and up onto the messy shock of blonde hair. ‘ but this show is boring as hell. ’ always something to bitch about; true to his nature. and yet this time it’s followed by a smirk, something confident, almost teasing as his hand raises. ‘ i could put on a better show for you. look. ’ sweat droplets pool and pop on his hands, a miniature display of explosions alight his fingertips, accompanied with glittering, glowing orange that spreads across his digits. is he showing off? maybe. but anything to get her to smile like that at him.
bloomwaste:
DANCE? WITH HIM? oh, may her heart flutter. sure, she had imagined this scenario many times before. but NEVER had camie thought she’d live to see it through. IF ONLY he could see the wide smile on her face behind the cat mask. does he notice how wide and hopeful her doe eyes become?
❛ YES – yeah, i’d love to. ❜
his mask is only half positioned on his face, just as haphazard as the rest of his outfit always is -- the layers of clothes aren’t even properly tied and tucked on him. but a hand extends from where it was hidden under a layer of fabric, offering it to her to guide them both to the dance floor. his red cheeks may be properly covered by his mask, but his glowing ears certainly were not.
‘ why’d you choose a cat for your get - up, anyway? ’ he’s sporting a kitsune mask -- one he’d bought that day at the festival earlier. in fact, it had only been at the obstacle course that he decided to come to the dance at all... it’s a mystery why that is.
bloomwaste:
❛ HELL YEAH. ❜ the constant low-grade illusion fades from her skin. oh, she’s conserving her power. determined to make him work for the victory. ❛ i’m gonna make you eat those words. ❜
‘ i’d wish you luck but it won’t help you, loser! you’re gonna be eating my dust! ’ he emphasizes with a thumbs down directed at her, sneer tugging at his lips. ‘ looks like we’re up next -- lets give this crowd a good show. ’
bloomwaste:
OH YOU BET SHE’S IN LINE FOR THE OBSTACLE COURSE. who dares to race her?
‘ you really wanna challenge me? i’m gonna take you down until you cry! ’ his palms are already popping, a slight orange glow along his fingertips.
thinkin about how ofa 100% explosion quirk bakugou could level a city
ssmash:
“ i’m .. still going to become a hero ! so i want you to remember that, kacchan. with or without a quirk .. ” no, he’s done running away. he’s not gonna be that deku again .
the glow ripples, sparks -- and fades to nothing without igniting. head turns away, sneer pulling angled features and maybe there’s a roll of red eyes.
‘ whatever. you’re annoyingly stubborn, you know that? ’ the words hold bite but there’s no other malice displayed. it’s not as if he couldn’t be grateful for what izuku had sacrificed; but you’d be hard pressed to get him to admit that.
@ssmash said: punches kacchan !
‘ ... was that supposed to hurt, dumbass? ’ uh oh, his hand is glowing. run, deku, run.