SO under the weather bcos we got tons of snow (i love it sm i wanna go out in it omg!!!!) BUT HOWEVER i was invited w a one day notice to hold my indigenous rights speech in front of like 1k people this thursday and i DID IT!!! !!!!!!! (pic from the photographer under the cut).
everyone listened so intensely and it cost me a million energy points for the next several MONTHS but im so proud of myself for getting up there and doing it and spreading awareness and demanding justice for our rights as inuit. everyone was so supportive it was overwhelming but !!!!! it was a crazy and amazing experience
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“you really didn’t have to drive me all the way here, you know.”
you plop down on the spot right next to bakugou, who wordlessly takes the mug of tea you’re offering with a half-hearted glare.
“then decline the next time,” is his snarky retort.
you playfully roll your eyes, burrowing further into the plush cushion of your sofa beneath you, hands cupping your own beverage. “you say that as if you’ll let me commute this late.”
a tsk. “it’s called having a heart of gold, you idiot.”
you hum noncommittally, gaze fixed on the tv in front of you. “camie sure does think you have one, huh?”
when he doesn’t say anything for a beat, you chance a peek at the man, and sure enough, he’s looking at you like you just shat yourself. “hah?”
“camie?” you repeat, hoping the creeping embarrassment isn’t showing on your face. “the girl who—”
“i know who she is,” he spews defensively, before raising an eyebrow. “what about her?”
“you seem to go way back, based on how she regarded you tonight,” you quickly explain.
he stares at you for a second, as if trying to figure out why the hell you’re talking about utsushimi camie of all people, ultimately settling with a lazy shrug. “i guess? we ran into each other a few times back in ua.”
and when you don’t immediately respond: “why?”
“nothing,” you supply, before: “i mean, i could tell she’s generally a bubbly and outgoing person just from dinner, but the way she behaved around you was…how should i say—different, i guess?”
the pro-hero lets out a grunt, which is bakugou katsuki for keep going.
so you do. “for one, she seemed eager to sit beside you, even though yoarashi-san was the one to arrange the hangout, and i think you mentioned in passing once that she thinks shouto’s attractive.”
unsurprisingly, that grants you a side-eye. you backtrack.
“not that a girl wanting to sit beside you is unfathomable, but—”
“the fuck are you getting at, dumbass?”
you huff. “i’ll get there if you just let me talk!”
he shoots you another glare, before tossing you a curt nod. “fine.”
you fight back the urge to punch his arm. “as i was saying,” you enunciate, “there was something…remarkable about how she was acting.”
“how so?”
you ponder for a moment, not minding how the question just now was too sarcastic for your taste. “well, i didn’t really see her arrive because i was at the restroom, but she seemed to deflate when i came back and took my seat beside you. almost as if she was eyeing the spot.”
“you’re fucking imagining things.”
“okay, gaslighter. anyway, it wasn’t just that. her mood went back up a notch when you introduced me—so reluctantly it was embarrassing, by the way—as your best friend.”
he scoffs. “you’re the one who tagged along.”
“shouto invited me, you dickhead.” you frown, “when he called you this afternoon and i said hi, remember? he said you could bring me with you.”
“he was just being polite, that pretty boy.”
“and you’re being a fucking downer,” you quip, before crossing your arms in front of your chest like a petulant child. “i don’t know what camie sees in you.”
“hah?”
“see?” you exclaim, flinging your arms in frustration, “you’re not getting it because you’re not letting me finish. i have no idea how you didn’t notice, but her body was facing you the entire evening! she kept redirecting the conversation to you, too, asking you all sorts of questions.”
you’re not looking at him anymore, eyes darting all over the place as you continue. “and her giggles, man, you weren’t even being funny, but she was laughing like you had keke palmer’s humor, or something.”
“i don’t know if you’re feigning ignorance or just flat-out oblivious, which i doubt you are, but seriously, man,” you rasp, “i can’t believe i’m the one who has to do this, but open your eyes. the girl likes you. and—are you smiling?”
you cut yourself off, the jarring sight of bakugou grinning at you erasing every viable thought in your brain.
if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the guy is fucking amused.
you scowl at him. “the fuck are you smiling about?”
“nothin’,” he claims, although his lips are still pulled taut to the sides.
you shoot him a deadpan look, which causes him to let out a soft chuckle.
he shakes his head, shifting in his seat. “it’s just—i don’t know…”
“don’t know what?” you ask, brows furrowed.
“don’t know how you picked up on all this shit.”
your response is instantaneous. “it’s called having eyes, you idiot.”
if he’s even marginally annoyed at your semi-quoting him, he doesn’t let it show. instead, you can only watch in bewilderment as a faint tinge of pink starts to color his cheeks.
“yeah, well, i didn’t even notice any of that.”
“how?”
a glower.
“because i was just looking at you, dipshit.”
a/n. this one's a throwback from when i was watching single's inferno s4 with my big sister. inspired by that exchange between dong ho and a rin. specifically, dong ho's smile during. what the hell am i talking about. (0.9k)
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i miss you all. tell me in the comments what you all have been up to, wanna feel my connection w u even tho im gone as hell. :(
lately i have been preparing human rights speeches about inuit/indigenous rights. last night i was in the royal opera and speaking to 500+ people. today ive gone to the other end of the country to hold the same speech.
someone in the crowd came by after and invited me to host speeches next year since theyre hosting seminars about post-colonialism. its all terribly exciting, im just sleepy 86% of the time due to disability
luckily theyre all very caring of the disability part 🙏🏼🧡. i knew people in the crowd last night but tonight i wont know anybody, so thats a little scary in and of itself tbh