i ♡ Katsuki

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N A V I G A T I O N

𝗥 𝗘 𝗤 𝗨 𝗘 𝗦 𝗧 𝗦 : 𝗢 𝗣 𝗘 𝗡

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘛𝘢𝘨𝘴 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴

c o n t e n t i e n j o y

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[ermespop]

goin to the doctors is not a fun reason to be missing school

[kirtlandswarbler]

Me at work: i can't wait to go home and work on my projects i wanna go home and do my art lemme go i wanna do thingssss

Me at home: huoorghghh six hours of youtube videos

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

my friend, bakugou

katsuki bakugou isn’t someone you’re unfamiliar with. 

he’s not your friend, you don’t talk at all. but every time he sees you struggling in class he helps you. albeit very rudely—snatching your notebook from you and scoffing about how easy it is while he scribbles away.

“watch an’ learn how it’s done, loser !” he’d scoff, hunched over your papers, scratching down so aggressive and quick you worried he’d tear a hole through your fractions. yet when you received your papers back (meaning; when he’d chuck them back at you before ignoring you completely,) you noticed his handwriting was surprisingly careful—it trailed off a bit towards the ends of sentences and the words dragged downwards, but still careful nonetheless. 

and every time he’d just scoff when you tried to thank him, always waving you off. 

“whatever.” he said between gritted teeth, batting his hand at you like you were a fly. but his cheeks and ears would go beet red and soon enough he’d be tucking his head into his elbows. 

you weren’t friends, but bakugou always picked you to be on his team during PE. he’d look back at you often when he was running for the pacer test, despite you already being out, like he had something to prove. he’d look away quickly after, but afterwards he’d sit against the wall suspiciously close to you. he’d try to wave off your compliments quicker than he could catch his already uneven breath. he’d cough and sputter on his water bottle when you complimented him for holding out so long like you’d insulted him.

“w-worry about yourself ! crap—!“ he’d say in between wheezes, stomping off to his other friends.

you weren’t friends with bakugou. you didn’t really have friends. that’s why during class outings, you always sat alone in the bus. it hurt a bit (a lot) but you at least didn’t need to fight for the window seat, and you had space to place your backpack.

until of course, a thud on your lap makes your eyes snap open, snapping you out of your reverie. bakugou shoved it out of the now empty seat, unceremoniously plopping it onto your lap and crashing backwards into the seat next to you. arms crossed and looking as displeased as he usually did when he was anywhere near you. (but you suspected that was perhaps just what his face looked like.) 

“…did the teacher make you sit with me ?” you ask quietly. 

bakugou clicked his tongue, he does that quite often. 

“No.” he leans further back into his fuzzy seat, his feet dangle lazily and one of them knocks against yours. his eyes stay fixed on his feet as he nudges your foot once more before pulling it back.

“s’just too loud in the front. you at least know when to shut up. so…” he trails off.

bakugou isn’t your friend and doesn’t talk to you the whole bus ride. but he lets you have the window seat. and he sits next to you on the way back as well.

and you really like that. 

you aren’t unfamiliar with bakugou, you aren’t friends and you didn’t talk at all. but you wondered often why he’d do these things for you. why he’d stick around you, why he’d help you despite acting like it was tiring. why he’d call you names but yell at anybody else who did.

“..are we friends ?” 

it’s early morning and everyone is getting ready to start the day, so it was still quiet enough for him to hear you. 

you’re proven correct when bakugou’s spins so quickly you think you hear his back crack. 

due to this month’s seating order change, he’s sitting in the row in front of you now. and despite you both not being neighbours anymore bakugou  turns around every 5 minute break to check your notebook for you.

“makin’ sure your dumbass remembers what i’m spendin’ my precious time teachin’ you.” he’d say, already snatching it from you.

he’d just put his bag down when you asked him what was, to you, a rather innocent question. but based on the look on his face it wasn’t. at all. 

you start getting nervous, subtly, desperately trying to hide it. should you not have asked ? would he find you weird for asking ? maybe this kind of thing was supposed to be unspoken, even with someone like bakugou who always seemed to speak his mind wether you asked or not. (which you didn’t most of the time.)

“why’re you askin’ me that ?” he asks, rather quietly. he doesn’t look angry like usual as he inspects you, waiting for a response.

you swallow, poking and prodding at your fingers. “because..well..” 

you draw a blank.

technically speaking, you don’t have the qualities to be a friend of his. most of bakugou’s friends are louder than you. and funnier (debatable. you sure didn’t think so. he seemed to find them funny— to make fun of, perhaps, but still.) 

and despite all he did for you, you didn’t hang out often outside of class. you didn’t do like in the tv shows; hanging out after class, eat lunch together, you don’t know any of his hobby’s or favourite food or favourite colour, either. you didn’t leave the classroom often during recess and if you did you’d usually find some place to be alone.

so no, bakugou shouldn’t be your friend. but— 

“i’d…i’d like us to be…” you whisper meekly. 

you hope your feeble mumble got drowned out by the sounds of your classmates. and you start to think so when he doesn’t respond.

the teacher signals everyone in class to quiet down and you take the opportunity to get away from his gaze, reaching down to grab your notebook from your bag, mortified at his uncharacteristic silence. 

your eyes tried to steady themselves with today’s exercises. but you’re surprised to see a hand—his hand—reach in and shuffle around in your pencil case. his chair uses your desk as support while he leans as close as possible. so close you could probably count his lashes.

“gimme one. forgot mine,” he says casually. snatching a purple pen he deemed good enough with a non committal grunt. when he looks back up at you—he’s still scowling and you worry hemight flat out tell you what you feared; that no, you can’t be friends. 

instead, he huffs and uses your pen to smack your forehead. and for the first time since he’d ripped your notebook out of your hands and showed you how it’s done you see him laugh. it’s small and it’s mean and it’s at your expense.

“sure, whatever.” 

and then he turns around.

the teacher drones on but you’re frozen in autopilot, writing down words you don’t remember. your eyes keep darting upwards, to the slight glimpse you have of bakugou’s hand. him, using your pen.

when you look down at his feet completely by coincidence, you can see his pencil case sticking out, untouched.

despite him not being your desk buddy anymore, this view isn’t so bad, you think.

[nemisuki]

you're mine || katsuki bakugo x gn!reader, pure fluff, mha drabbles, aged up, jealous bkg, 1.4k word count (◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

chef!bakugo would go ballistic when his rival across the street—tries stealing his most loyal customer.

the man is furiously wiping down the dirtied pots and pans, grumbling multiple versions of 'die! die! die!' to the specks of germs that scatter across the metal surfaces.

honestly... his employees could only squeak out a small bye as they clock out for the night, all used to his usual routine for the closing shift.

katsuki was certainly a overachiever. hell, he owned the damn place. he didn't even need to be there, but to him—a proper boss should always be present. and plus, there was no one in japan who could cook better than him. absolutely no one.

hence, he was the only chef—himself, in his very own establishment.

so with an almost perfect rating online—ignoring the only critiques being about his supposed temper—it was safe to say, he was confident in his culinary abilities, especially with the large number of returning customers taken into account.

and speaking of loyal customers...

he switches off the sink, scanning around the dim-lit restaurant for a particular someone, but is met with nothing. katsuki frowns, already digging into his pocket for his phone—until his gaze pauses on something, no, someone through the window.

you're across the street, all bundled up—plush scarf and all, yet still becoming a victim to the chilly breeze outside.

it's clear that you're freezing, and it doesn't take the blonde more than ten seconds to head towards the stove, already whipping up some homemade hot chocolate as he anticipates your presence.

with his back facing the door, the man waits for the little bell to ring, singling your weekly approach... but it never comes.

his brows furrow, turning around once more to see what's the damn hold up, but what he sees next—has his eye twitching before he knows it. he grits his teeth, fists clenching as he storms outside, not even bothering about putting on a jacket.

not when he can see the way that bastard is talking to you, calmly offering you some of their hot chocolate, no doubt to warm your freezing limbs, and hand out free samples at the same time. yeah, no, not on his watch.

"oi—! the hell do ya' think yur' doing, hah?!" the blonde shouts, glaring daggers into the other guy's skull as he approaches, and rightfully standing beside you. the salesman visibly flinches, a new trainee from the looks of it, poor guy...

your eyes widened, "b-bakugo-san?! what are you doing out here?! and what the—where's your coat?! it's freezing! ah—"

the words die in your throat as katsuki grasps your hand, tugging you along to follow him back to his shop—where you truly belong—but not before giving his new arch nemesis a childish retort.

"this one is mine, ya hear?! talk to her again and your boss will be hearing from me!"

thump thump. thump thump. thump thump.

you stumble along the pavement, left unbelievably speechless as he ushers you inside the warm interior, the nearby fireplace offering you some much needed heat from the chilly outdoors.

you could only halt as katsuki snatches the sample cup out of your hands, crimson gaze boring into the brown contents as he gives it a quick whiff.

he visibly grimaces, scoffing like he's just discovered a crime within the food and beverage industry itself, "they obviously used some cheap chocolate bar instead of ones with higher cacao in it—and it's reheated crap at best, lazy bastards..."

you sheepishly smile, noticing his eyes snap up to meet yours with a look of displeasure all over his face, gaze calculating and intense, "hah—! don't tell me you were actually gonna drink this mediocre garbage?!"

"what—i—of course not!" you retort, waving your hands around in a jumbling panic, "but i just didn't want to be mean!!!"

he clicks his tongue, practically storming off into the kitchen with grumpy stomps, and marching away like a little kid throwing a tantrum, "hmph, 'course you didn't..."

you sigh, slowly peeling off your jacket to hang on the nearby coat rack as you look around with curiosity. because you couldn't help but notice... that for some odd reason, katsuki always seems to let you inside even after closing hours.

sure, he was a little prickly—but you knew that underneath all that gruffness... he truly did care about his customers. you only assumed you were the exception because he was aware of your late shifts at work, but in reality, it went way beyond simple hospitality,

you were too dense to realize it though—and it was slowly killing him.

bakugo returns a few moments later, grumbling a small "here" as he shoves a cup of his hot chocolate right in front of you, the rich aroma making your mouth water in an instant.

it looked nothing like those 'cheap' samples from across the street, something about it... felt more enticing, as if made with purpose.

you smile, taking a seat on one of the counter stools, and sighing with relief at the first sip, the heated liquid making your body defrost from the inside out.

it was like nothing you've ever tasted before. who could've guessed that such a stubborn man like katsuki would be so good in the kitchen?

"it tastes amazing, bakugo-san—"

he clicks his tongue, not even allowing you to finish that sentence, "thought i told ya' to drop the formalities already, it's bakugo, dammit..."

you giggle, "sorry, sorry! force of habit."

the blonde grunts, already serving you some ramen that he clearly pre-prepared before your arrival. and that single gesture alone... made you smile, "i really wasn't going to drink it, you know? their hot chocolate, i mean."

katsuki's concentration doesn't falter, not even when he's carefully garnishing the meal with green onion, pickled ginger, and some soft-boiled eggs. all toppings he's sure you'd chow down in a matter of seconds, "i know that, dumbass."

you tilt your head at his confident response, confusing dawning upon you, "but—i don't understand—then why did you seem so mad earlier?"

he places the 5-star looking dish in front of you, expression oddly mild despite earlier events. he frowns, "you had ears back there, didn't you? figure it out yourself."

"ah—wait a minute!"

you could only pout as he turned his back to you, steadily moving towards the kitchen to clean up the last few appliances. your eyes glance down to the beautifully decorated ramen, gaze softening at each bite—it was amazing per usual, but...

his words just now...

your brows furrow, trying to recall anything that stood out to you from earlier's encounter. there was nothing out of the norm—except… well… wait : "this one is mine, ya hear?! talk to her again and your boss will be hearing from me!"

you practically jump out of your seat, eyes blown wide as you suddenly connect the dots; the overprotectiveness, him letting you stay after hours—it all made sense now, you just couldn't believe it.

he actually—?!

the heat beneath your cheeks doesn't lessen as you immediately rush over, walking towards the 'employees only' area with timid footsteps. you knock. you don't have too, not when you could walk right in but...

footsteps are heard through the other side of the door, the familiar—a pretty shade of blonde coming into view seconds later. he peers down at you, "tsk, what do you want now— mph?!!!"

you practically throw yourself at him, arms nervously wrapped around his waist, face buried against his chest. you didn't really have a plan in mind—so this would have to do for now.

his eyes nearly bulge out of his sockets, face flushing bright red at the close contact, "o-oi! the hell do you think yur' doin'?! let go, dammit!"

the man tries peeling you off, unsure of what the fuck just clouded your better judgement. but when he can feel your quickening heartbeat against his chest—the shaky rhythm of your pulse? he freezes.

"t-the ramen... doesn't taste that good when you aren't around..." you mumble, voice as faint as a whisper, fingers gripping the sides of his attire—afraid to let go.

he doesn't say anything, not for a while at least. until his hands awkwardly pat your head, averting his gaze elsewhere, though his flushed expression gives him away entirely.

honestly, you're one step closer to getting a heart attack at this rate. especially at his next few words.

"fucking took you long enough... dummy."

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[cherrieshalo]

what if gym teacher bakugo x english teacher reader 😲!!

ive lowk been thinking of this ever since i saw a post of someones gym teacher and english teacher getting engaged 😛😛

anon is cooking AND serving with this one!!

gymteacher!bakugo who spoke to englishteacher!reader whenever he got the chance. in the morning when students were filtering through the halls? he'd stop by their classroom. during lunch? he'd make sure they were eating properly. free period? immediately sliding through the door. he didn't care if anyone saw them, he needed attention.

gymteacher!bakugo whose students would not stop making jokes about him. "he wants that cookie soooo bad" one would whisper during warm ups and earn giggles from the others. if he overheard, he'd make his students do an extra set of push-ups without hesitation.

englishteacher!reader who was rather private about their personal life. the students knew absolutely nothing about their partner other then the fact that they had one. it drove the students absolutely insane, but they still couldn't help but ship them with the gym teacher who would just not leave them alone!

englishteacher!reader who couldn't help but snicker at all the gossip going around about the students shipping the teachers. it was so funny! they couldn't help but laugh as they retold what they heard to gymteacher!bakugo during dinner, cat pawing as his leg as set down dinner for the two of them. oh, only if the students knew...

gymteacher!bakugo who would do miscellaneous activities around the school (mostly organizing and reorganizing the basketballs...) while waiting for englishteacher!reader to finish up any last-minute things after school. he refused to go home without them. sure he could drive home and then come back to pick them up, but where's the fun in that? he'd be their errand boy if needed! sure the library was down the hall and they could totally go get the printed papers, but he needs the extra steps.

gymteacher!bakugo who returned to school post-winter break almost happier. it didn't go unnoticed by the students, but it vaguely scared them. he was never so happy! he gave fist bumps to passing students, more greetings to other teachers...something good must have happened!

englishteacher!reader whose students couldn't help but stare at the new, shiny ring on their teacher's finger!! holy shit, they got engaged over break??? they wanted to knew all the details!! they begged for information, maybe even a picture or two! englishteacher!reader couldn't help but cave at their students' pleas, pulling up a picture on the projector of them and their new fiancé.

englishteacher!reader who laughed loudly at the excited shouting and screaming when, right there on the screen, they saw gymteacher!bakugo posing next to their english teacher. ooooh they clocked it! right from the beginning, too! it was so horribly obvious, yet their otp was real!!!

[your-fave-hates-ai]

Katsuki Bakugou from My Hero Academia HATES AI !!

Requested by @heyoitskota

[ermespop]

MEL WAAAA HIIII WE ARE SO BACKKKK OHMYGOOOOSH

also my personal hc of sea!asian iwa being popular outside of japan is js hogging up space in my big massive brain trust

YAYAYA

I'm so glad you haven't stopped writing TT

i haven't really been posting anything but it's bcs ive been working on long fics instead, hehe i hope I'll be able to finish the 1st arc of at least one of them so i can start posting them 😬😓

the fact that your iwa headcanon is also kinda canon too (irl of course) it's kinda funny lol

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[loveephia-deactivated20251111]

"..what."

that was the first thing that came out of oikawa's mouth upon landing in argentina with his seijoh alumni.

they were all here on vacation. oikawa opt to be their tour guide as he's lived in the country for a few years to achieve his dream of going pro under jose blanco.

now that he's done just that, him and the other three decided to have fun in his second home.

it's just that.. well, the earlier word fell out of oikawa's mouth with so much confusion as he stared at the sight before him:

iwaizumi hajime.. being approached by a crowd of pretty fans.

"h- he's not even a pro player!" oikawa tried to reason.

"pfft— guess things are kinda sideways here." matsukawa watched as iwaizumi grew flustered from all the attention he was getting, clearly not being used to it.

for the entirety of his high school life, oikawa's always been the one being approached by fans. when girls are a little shameless, they'll even use iwaizumi as a stepping stone for them to grow closer to the setter—it's partially why iwaizumi's closed his heart off for a chance with nearly any girl ever because he knew that, in the end, all they really wanted was his best friend.

well.. until now, that is.

"..if you're looking for oikawa, he's over there." having said this line multiple times in his life, the tone came out like a sigh of second nature.

a few of the girls shake their heads, eagerly wanting an autograph from iwaizumi instead. what overwhelmed him was how giggly and red most of them were..

is this how oikawa felt like for all those years?

because wow, it feels great.

oikawa's mouth fell agape as not a single fan approached him even after iwaizumi pointed out the direction he was in. the other two howled at his defeat.

"oh my.." hanamaki wiped the tears away from his eyes. "never thought i'd see the day where iwaizumi was the popular one."

"man, this is too good—!" matsukawa gripped onto his pained stomach from all the laughter.

"sorry, 'kawa." hanamaki gave a heavy pat to the setter's back. "guess they're not into pretty ikemens here."

oikawa sulked.

yeah, of course they aren't. they're into tan hunks like iwaizumi instead.

[aurora-sadprose]

put down that c.ai thing and read y/n fics like god intended.

[ermespop]

Do it. 🫵

[peachsukii-deactivated20251001]

PSA! PLAGERIZED CONTENT: FICS & SELFSHIPS

Hey all. I’m literally shaking while typing this, so forgive me if this a lot. It's been brought to my attention (thank you to everyone who reached out and let me know) that there's been a blog (newly created today) impersonating me — copy/pasting my blog information, copying my writing and using my selfship and other art commissions as her own. She's using my likeness for her own OCs and my old writing from a year or more ago, in addition to my selfship lore with Bakugo specifically. I've attempted to message Aya (addressed below), but the damage has been done. The offending blog is @katsukis-peach and the direct link (since I am now blocked). This is NOT me or a sideblog.

This is all the information I could gather before she blocked me. Please share to spread the word, report her account and block her as necessary to keep yourselves safe. Tagging @fanfic-plagiarism-watchdog for awareness.

Stealing My Blog Layout

Aya's blog is completely stylized the same way as my own, copy/pasting my pinned, rules and tag formatting. Of course I don’t “own” the nickname/pet name of ‘Peach,’ but it’s pretty obvious where the theming came from. The name, Aya, is part of one of my selfship names, ‘ayarei.’ Don’t know if this was intentional or not. The pink divider used was also made by me months ago for an old theme. The icon and header art used are personal comms from @/fittsysart.

copy & pasted rules plus mimicking my formatting.

Stealing My Writing

So far, there have been three pieces of mine that have been stolen and reposted as Aya's own work. I would highlight the similarities, but it would be the whole post (minus one or two words/excluded sentences).

carrying him to his dorm room : theirs / mine

biting as a love language : theirs / mine

hating valentine’s day : theirs / mine

Stealing My Selfship Comms & Lore

I can't believe I have to even say this, but Aya has stolen all her lore for her OC, 'Ayane,' from my katsurei selfship. My own commissions, the copy/pasted trope info and the lore about our daughter, Ryuko. The only "difference" is Ryuko being changed to 'Naoto' and her OC being a hero (but kept my quirk ideology).

She's using two commissions of myself as her OC, 'Ayane.' Ayane's information is Ryuko's info, which is copy/pasted from her selfship page on my blog.

Aya Admitting Fault

I did attempt to message Aya in an effort to reach an understanding, but was immediately met with hostility (not surprised). I'll let the post speak for itself. She also went through my blog (presumably) and followed a bunch of mutuals and recent blogs I've reblogged from.

She followed me, tagged me in a post and then blocked me.

I tried to be as detailed as possible, but I cannot keep up with her blog now that she's blocked me. I have dealt with plagiarism in the past (with writing, my about me facts and selfship lore separately), but this one takes the cake. I'm beyond upset and cannot believe in 2025 I have to say DON'T DO THIS SHIT. I shouldn't have to defend the right to my own fucking commissions, let alone my writing. I’m not even a non-sharer, I don’t care if you ship with Bakugo in any regard. I encourage it! But my selfship with Bakugo is extremely personal to me, especially Ryuko. To have someone come in and just blatantly steal that away from me with no remorse is devastating.

Anyways. I’ve ranted long enough — please report (spam/harassment/etc.) and share this to spread the word to any other blogs she may take from in the future. Block her and good riddance.

[paulidiary]

that response is INSANE DAWG😨

[noriette]

when would katsuki first hear his lover say “i love you” to him & vice versa? ᰔ ᰔ ᰔ

when katsuki first hears you say “i love you” + vice versa

a couple of months into your relationship, you end up telling katsuki you love him accidentally, while he’s joking around or playfully picking on one of the guys for doing something stupid. the two of you sit on a couch in the common room, though you’re nearly lying on the couch with your feet in katsuki’s lap. he’s scolding denki about doing something idiotic, then denki decides to be sassy, he rolls his eyes, and says he doesn’t really care.

“the hell do you mean you don’t care, dumbass?!” he shouts, running a hand down his face in annoyance.

you cackle and put your hands on your stomach, “my god, kats, i love you so much, it’s so damn easy to get you riled up.”

you don’t realize what you’ve said, as you’re looking at mina and kyoka talking on another couch, but katsuki hears the words you’ve said loud and clear. suddenly, everything goes quiet in his mind, and he’s just staring at the one who loves him.

he doesn’t bring it up again, but he seems more clingy over the next few days. he always hopes he’ll hear those words from you again.

katsuki grew up with parents whose love was clear to anyone who saw them together. often, masaru would show his love by saying it, saying the three words so often to mitsuki that katsuki almost got tired of it. mitsuki, however, didn’t often show her love through words, but through acts, and that’s how katsuki is.

him and masaru know that mitsuki loves them with her whole heart even if she doesn’t outright say it. that’s how you feel with katsuki. he doesn’t feel the need to say the three words because of how he acts towards you.

but one day, maybe almost a year in, you’re dozing off on his chest, the two of you unfocused from the stupid show you’re watching, and katsuki’s rubbing your back comfortingly. when your eyes slowly close, and you melt into his grasp, and your breathing slows and evens, katsuki’s heart rate quickens within seconds.

he’s warm, maybe even sweating. he doesn’t want to necessarily get caught in this situation, but you need to know.

so he softly grumbles, “i love you,” and as soon as he does, his cheeks pinken and he sinks further into the mattress, hiding his face from the embarrassment.

his arms tighten around you, and the next morning, he still thinks you didn’t hear him last night.

little did he know you were fighting back a smile, as you heard everything, including his heartbeat that later soothed you to sleep.

i hope… you like this… okay..?

[sillyselfshipping]

Reblog this to support the selfship(s) of the person you reblogged it from!

[ebb-is-learning]

being anti ai is making me feel like in going insane. "you asked for thoughts about your characters backstory and i put it into chat gpt for ideas". studies have proven its making people dumber. "i asked ai to generate this meal plan". its causing water shortages where its data centers are built. "ill generate some pictures for the dnd campaign". its spreading misinformation. "meta, generate an image of this guy doing something stupid". its trained off stolen images, writing, video, audio. "i was talking with my snapchat ai-" theres no way to verify what its doing with the information it collects. "youtube is impletmenting ai based age verification". my work has an entire graphics media department and has still put ai generated motivational posters up everywhere. ai playlists. ai facial verification. google ai microsoft ai meta ai snapchat ai. everyone treats it as a novelty. every treats it as a mandatory part of life. am i the only one who sees it? am i paranoid? am i going insane? jesus fucking christ. if i have to hear one more "well at least-" "but it does-" "but you can-" im about to lose it. i shouldnt have to jump through hoops to avoid the evil machine. have you no principles? no goddamn spine? am i the weird one here?

[sashimiyas]

osamu has an instinctive response to your tears thanks to growing up with atsumu. the first time you cry in front of him, you don’t even know what it was even for. stubbing your toe? a movie? something so trivial because it’s osamu’s reaction that you remember.

immediately, a single slip of your sorrow, osamu’s towering over you. his shadow engulfs yours, his scent swallowing the salt of your tears. a gentle touch gathers your hand, but his voice, though soft, is harried.

“oh shit, fuck, what’s wrong?” osamu rushes through words like he’s not even thinking. “don’t tell ma. i swear i didn’t make ya cry.”

and it’s that out of place comment that proves he’s not. you look at him completely bewildered. he doesn’t even realize it, questioning you with an open gaze. another thirty seconds follow for him to actually process what he’s said but you’re already full blown laughing at him, crying for a different reason.

now, every time you cry, you always threaten to tell his ma on him.