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caught in the hallway
Izuku had never been good at hiding how flustered he got. But today… Kirishima had cornered him in the hallway, hands leaning on the lockers like he owned the space, grin sharp and teasing.
“Izuku,” Kirishima said softly, voice low, “you’ve been staring at me all day.”
“I… I wasn’t—” Izuku stammered, heart hammering, cheeks burning.
Kirishima leaned closer, enough that their foreheads nearly touched. “Uh-huh. Sure you weren’t.”
Before Izuku could protest, Kirishima’s lips brushed his—light, teasing, daring him to react. Izuku froze for a heartbeat, then melted into it, lips meeting in a soft, stolen kiss.
When they pulled apart, Kirishima smirked, eyes sparkling. “See? You like it.”
“I—” Izuku’s voice caught. He wanted to say something clever, but all he could manage was a shaky, “Maybe…”
The hallway seemed to disappear around them, leaving only the warmth, the teasing, the tension, and the promise that neither wanted to end this moment.
Too close for comfort
The training room smelled like sweat and wet concrete, but all Izuku could notice was Kirishima. He leaned casually against the wall, grin sharp and eyes glinting, but there was a dangerous sort of softness in the way he watched Izuku. Every “accidental” brush of skin, every nudge, made Izuku’s chest tighten.
Izuku tried to focus on his notebook, tried to pretend he was writing down drills and strategies, but Kirishima had other plans. Every laugh, every low murmur, every movement was a subtle game of closeness and tension that made Izuku’s heart race.
“Stop staring at me like that,” Kirishima said, tilting his head, smirk playful but his voice low, teasing. His shoulder brushed Izuku’s once again.
“I… I can’t help it,” Izuku admitted, heat rushing to his face. “You… you make it impossible.”
Kirishima’s grin widened. He stepped closer, just enough that Izuku could feel the warmth radiating off him. “Good,” he said, “that’s the idea.”
The air between them thickened, charged, like a storm waiting to break. Every brush of their hands, every accidental touch, every lingering glance was a spark neither of them wanted to admit could ignite something more.
Izuku’s hands shook slightly as he flipped the notebook closed, pretending he needed a break, but he didn’t move away. He couldn’t. Not when Kirishima’s presence pressed close, teasing, daring him to react.
“You’re way too tense,” Kirishima murmured, letting his fingers trail along Izuku’s arm with deliberate slowness. “Relax. Or… don’t. I kind of like this version of you.”
Izuku’s breath caught. His mind scrambled. Part of him wanted to laugh, part of him wanted to melt right there, part of him wanted to lean into the warmth pressing against him.
Kirishima noticed the flush creeping across Izuku’s neck, the way his hands twitched near the edge of the table. He leaned even closer, whispering just above Izuku’s ear, letting his breath brush against him.
“You feel like… trouble. But maybe that’s exactly why I like it.”
Izuku swallowed hard, heart hammering, words caught somewhere in his chest. Kirishima’s grin turned wicked, fingers brushing along the back of his hand, tracing a path that left shivers in its wake.
Neither spoke for a long moment. The silence was heavy, intimate, dangerous in the best way. Their bodies were close enough to feel the small movements, the tension humming in the space between them.
And still, there was no rush. No sudden confession, no immediate action. Just two hearts beating too fast, inches apart, filled with words they couldn’t say aloud, but were screaming in every glance, every brush of skin, every lingering laugh.
sometimes, being this close is the best kind of dangerous.
This is ass but wtv💕💔
three hearts in a coffee shop
Sato always sat at the same corner table, sketchbook open, coffee steaming beside him. The scar on his face caught the light sometimes, but he never noticed it himself — only that people sometimes stared.
Ryo came in like he owned the rain that day, dripping wet, hoodie clinging to his shoulders. He looked around like he was searching for something — maybe someone. And he found Sato, of course.
“Mind if I sit?” Ryo asked, voice soft but steady.
Sato blinked. “Uh… sure.”
And just like that, the corner table became their little universe.
Kaito arrived every afternoon, headphones on, music blasting softly to anyone else but perfectly tuned to their little bubble. He’d plop down next to Sato without asking, smiling like he’d been invited a thousand times before.
At first, it was chaos. Ryo would tease, Kaito would laugh, and Sato would just… draw them both, unable to decide which he loved more: Ryo’s quiet intensity, or Kaito’s warm energy.
One rainy evening, Ryo slid a torn page from his notebook across the table. A sketch of Sato, messy hair, eyes half-lidded, smiling shyly. Underneath, written small:
“I can’t stop looking at you.”
Kaito nudged him, grinning, “You know, he looks better with two of us staring at him.”
Sato laughed, heart hammering, and thought maybe — just maybe — love didn’t have to be simple to be perfect.
✨ friendly reminder ✨
ship wars are literally the dumbest thing ever. like. you’re yelling at strangers on the internet because they like fictional people together in a different way than you do?? be so for real.
everyone’s allowed to ship whoever they want. that’s the whole point of fandom — to imagine, to create, to have fun. it’s not that deep. if you don’t like a ship, that’s fine. scroll. block. mute. go outside. drink some water.
people aren’t “problematic” for shipping something you don’t vibe with. people aren’t “better fans” because they ship your ship. we’re all just here crying over our favorite characters and projecting our emotions onto anime characters.
at the end of the day:
✨ ship what makes you happy
✨ don’t harass others for their preferences
✨ let people enjoy things
because the only thing worse than a toxic ship is a toxic fandom.
#bkdk supremacy 💚💥
listen… no one’s doing it like them. rivals to (still rivals but with mutual understanding and insane emotional tension) lovers?? they built that.
bakugo calls him “nerd” but it’s basically his love language at this point. the way deku still looks at him with that same determination from when they were kids, but now it’s mixed with respect?? it’s poetry.
they’ve both grown so much. bakugo learning to apologize and deku learning that he doesn’t have to do everything alone?? that’s not just development, that’s a whole love story arc.
idc what anyone says—bkdk isn’t just about explosions and punches, it’s about healing. it’s about two boys who learned to be better for themselves and each other.
💚 “You’re the one I’ve always chased.”
💥 “I’ll be the one to save you this time.”
tell me that’s not romance.
🌼🎀 Looking for Friends! 🎀🌼
Hey! I’m Angel 💛
He/They | May 1st | Trans Male 🏳️⚧️
I’m openly gay and just looking to meet some chill, kind people 💕
I love reading, writing, fashion, music (Ariana Grande stan 💅), art, mha, dragons, Disney, and video games like Overwatch, Fortnite, and Roblox 🎮
I’m not a fan of loud noises, cold weather, or Halloween 😭, but I do love Christmas (just not the freezing part 🥶🎄).
My favorite colors are yellow and baby pink 🌼🎀
I’m a creative, loyal, and romantic person who really values good communication and kindness 🫶
If you’re into similar vibes, let’s be friends! 💫
it’s wild how people can say the most disrespectful things and still claim to be religious or say they follow god.
the bible literally says not to judge and to treat others with respect. so why is it so hard for people to actually live that?
faith isn’t about preaching. it’s about kindness.
So if there’s a priest that actually knows how to respect people why are we tell them to trun to god and so much more?
If we don’t learn how to respect others we’re just gonna make history repeat itself .
Buddy I’m going crazy I neeeeeeeed friends
The trans pfp I made (not the art but I added the flags)
I found some cute pfp if Yall want
I don’t know if you’ll see this but don’t come back until you know your gonna stay because I love you and I want you friends or more I can’t promise I’ll wait for you but if and when you return I’ll be here hoping I love you
Thanks to ChatGPT I figured out more about myself in like an hour then all my fucking life wtf
What does one post here? I wanna post here but I really have no idea what to post I mean I have nothing interesting I’m supposed to be an artist so maybe I can post art here but I don’t really feel like an artist anymore so that’s a no go what can I post here man