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❛ i’m trying to be a better person, but some people are testing me ❜
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❛ i’m trying to be a better person, but some people are testing me ❜
“Hey, now you’re saying something I can actually fucking relate to,” the
blond boy starts, crimson hues turning to face the shorter girl in the seat by
his side. “People test me every single damn day with their shit.”
Ochako smirked. “I don’t make bets I don’t intend to keep.” Her tone was serious. She knew Bakugou couldn’t resist this sort of challenge. Maybe if it worked, they would all get a day of peace.
“You man enough to do it though?” She pushed more of his buttons on purpose, wanting to see where this might lead.
“Of course I’m man enough to do it, don’t fucking look down on me,” he
immediately responds to her with a spark in his eyes. “What’s your prize?”
he questions now, wanting to know just what the girl has in mind. He’s
quite close to exploding in that moment, which would still be alright for the
moment in time, but certainly not after the bet had started. That was going
to be the hard part, but he wasn’t going to let it go.
“Shut up.”
two word starters
“ shut up ”
“Fuck off. Don’t tell me what to do, you’re not my mom and you’re not my
dad,” Katsuki gripes immediately, and while he would most likely listen to
his parents over anyone else, this person is a stranger so it makes it far less
important to the ever rude Katsuki.
“It’s not even that cold outside, why are you in layers?” haha bakubro ur weak
Autumn/Winter Starters
“It’s not even that cold outside, why are you in layers?”
“It’s cold to me, fuckmunch! Now fuck off, I’m not in the mood,” he grumbles
at the end, his nose and mouth burying in the jacket and the scarf layered
around his neck. He didn’t know why, but he’d always felt horrible in this
type of weather. Some people were affected by the weather in different
ways than others, almost like an emotional thing, but Katsuki was far too
stubborn to admit that sort of thing, especially to someone like Kirishima.
That being said, he could be wearing even more layers, or heavier ones, so
Kirishima had no reason to complain.
“Why can’t you just leave it alone?! If it’s more than I think, explain it to me!” Ochako was practically shaking.
“And I already told you it IS my business.” Ochako grimaced. “If you have a problem with my friends, you have a problem with me!” She ended her sentence with a hard shove, putting her weight behind it.
“It’s not any of your damn business! You haven’t known him long enough to
know! If that nerd wants to fucking tell you, then he can tell you himself!”
he shouts, although he knows for a fact that it would be different from the
ex-Quirkless’ point of view. “If he wasn’t faking his Quirk his whole life, then
where the hell did he get his current Quirk? Nobody ever gets their Quirk
late, it’s shit.”
❛ i’m trying to be a better person, but some people are testing me ❜
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❛ i’m trying to be a better person, but some people are testing me ❜
“Hey, now you’re saying something I can actually fucking relate to,” the
blond boy starts, crimson hues turning to face the shorter girl in the seat by
his side. “People test me every single damn day with their shit.”
Ochako did not, in fact, actually want Bakugou to leave her alone. For whatever reason, she actually enjoyed the banter she exchanged with him, despite getting angry and frustrated with him. She tapped her pencil (a new one, having tossed her pen at him) against the table, at the same tempo her foot was jiggling. After a solid minute she looked back over at him.
“I bet you can’t go one day without freaking out and blowing something up, can you.” Ochako issued the challenge with a light tone.
It was annoying that she pressed for him to leave her alone, but continued
to bother him with little things that somehow drove him up a wall. It was
such a simple thing, hardly even relevant, but it seemed like Katsuki would
never hold the patience for such tolerance. How unfortunate for him. His
gaze focuses towards her at the challenging words, definitely far too
stubborn to let that go. “Is that a fucking bet? A real one at that?”
“Ah– that’s okay, then–!” she said, while giving an almost apologetic look. she didn’t MEAN to impose. She just felt as if she should pay, since she DID invite him out to eat. She didn’t mind ANY of his rudeness or attitude, since that was just… him. And even if she didn’t admit it just quite yet, she ENJOYED being around him more than she thought.
As they neared the sushi bar, Uraraka’s stomach had seemed to be DEMANDING fiercely for the food to be in her stomach already, her face was BRIGHT RED. ( Why did it have to GROWL so loudly? ) “Why don’t we find a place to sit?”
She wasn’t imposing technically, he was just prideful. Why he would lose
his pride over something as simple as that was ridiculous, but Katsuki
obviously cradled his pride carefully in his hands. He didn’t mind her..but,
again, his pride was the thing getting in the way of that.
Katsuki’s own stomach begins to growl as the smell of the sushi wafts
through his nostrils, the soft sensation of a taste on his tongue. He’s totally
oblivious to her own stomach growling in that moment, so the red on her
cheeks seems...oddly out of context for him. “Yeah, let’s go. I’m starving as
hell.”
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“—-Haaaah!? The fuck are you talking about!?” the boy enrages at her, his
arms immediately shoving the girl off of his boy. He wouldn’t have been so
aggressive in his vocals, but he went to grab him and that was the end of it.
She stood straight and laughed nervously, “You’re the infamous boy I’ve been hearing about…! And they’re right about two things, you’re tall and…intimidating.”
But in her mind she wanted to say that in her class they called him the angry explodo-King. She just didn’t want to be rude.
“I’m sorry for grabbing you…that’s how I approach most people to know their…nevermind…! Anyway, I’m sorry.” She gave a small bow and looked up at him, “What’s your name…? I heard from Kirishima to all you Kacchan but I think he was messing with me.”
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Katsuki can only frown at her words, wondering just where this girl had
come from, while simultaneously caring very very little. Had she always
gone to this school? The boy watches her with an irritated expression for
the moment in time, although it was likely that this slightly amplified
irritation compared to his resting face would remain there for now.
“Well it’s fuckin’ weird, stop it,” he immediately responds, a vein practically
twitching in his forehead when she mentions Kirishima telling her to call him
by that horrible nickname. He’d kick his ass for that later. “It’s Bakugou.
Don’t call me Kacchan.”
bear your teeth, brandish your claws. teach them that even heroes can be monsters.
two word starters
“ don’t stop ”
“ please don’t ”
“ don’t shoot ”
“ give it ”
“ shut up ”
“ damn it! ”
“ stop it! ”
“ you’re crazy ”
“ that’s insane ”
“ get out! ”
“ don’t leave ”
“ i’m tired ”
“ that’s bad ”
“ be honest ”
“ be careful ”
“ be nice ”
“ you’re wrong ”
“ go home ”
“ watch it ”
“ fuck me ”
“ kiss me ”
“ we can’t… ”
“ we shouldn’t… ”
“ you’re perfect ”
“ that’s awful ”
I’m what the kids call ‘an atrocity to god’.
when u wanna fight: (ง︡’-‘︠)ง when u REALLY wanna fight: (ง︡’෴’︠)ง
Autumn/Winter Starters
“Here you can have my coat, it’s cold outside.” “See how many snowflakes I can get on my tongue!” “It’s not even that cold outside, why are you in layers?” “Do you want to sit by the fire? I have marshmallows!” “Do you think there’s enough snow to make a snowman?” “Do you have any spare scarves? I left mine at home.” “It’s getting dark so early, it’s ridiculous!” “Walk with me through the autumn leaves.” “You can have my blanket, I don’t need it anyway.” “Why do the leaves have to be orange? I hate orange!” “Which one do you think I should have, pumpkin spice or peppermint?”
❛ i would’ve spent a million yen if it meant i could get you back, ❜ honest words fall from steeled tongue, & it’s true loyal to a default, he is BENEVOLENCE INCARNATE. yet any sounds to follow come out in a hiccup, eyes wide & lips curling to a surprised grin, he’s beaming. it could have only been him that bakugou would reach for ; [ AS IF IT WAS YOUR CALL! ]
calloused digits are held out in the space between them. palm up, it’s an invitation, rather than reaching out in adrenaline’s desperation & fear of loss, eyes never once leaving the other’s gaze.
Katsuki’s expression wrinkles at such honest, soft words that are meant for
him. It has an explosive personality silent for just a moment, as if a dud
was in the package of fireworks and everyone was waiting for the next one.
The stupid idiot. He probably didn’t even have a million yen to spend and
he would find a way to save him. Did Katsuki really deserve that kind of
generosity?
“I can stand, fuckmunch,” he responds gruffly as he leaps to his feet, his
gaze refusing to meet Kirishima’s. It was a sign that his words had hit him
and that Katsuki hated it.
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“----Haaaah!? The fuck are you talking about!?” the boy enrages at her, his
arms immediately shoving the girl off of his boy. He wouldn’t have been so
aggressive in his vocals, but he went to grab him and that was the end of it.
“Don’t be stubborn. Try it!”
Fluff Starters
“Don’t be stubborn. Try it!”
“Oi, fuck off, Deku! I’m not gonna try it, it looks like a shitty ass game,
anyway.” Pokemon. It’s no surprise that the other likes a game like that, but
it’ll take a lot more than that to admit that he himself used to be interested
in the game. He’s ‘too cool’ for that kind of thing now.
Izuku was devastated; the one thing he excelled at, something that didn’t even require a quirk, Katsuki had beaten him.
Given the hothead’s nature, it wasn’t a surprise that he had been victorious. No matter what the circumstance, he was always confident he would win.
Practically nothing daunted the explosive first year, and he always laughed in the face of danger.
Watching the pride virtually emanate from the ash blond’s body, the green eyed boy let out a shaky sigh.
Their digital battle had been way more intense than he had thought it would be; the stress it had caused left him mentally exhausted.
“You really won, huh..? You’re amazing, Kacchan..” despite his depressed mood, he was being a good sport.
If anything, his opinion of his childhood friend grew even greater. Was there anything he wasn’t good at??
Katsuki, in his mind, had beat him with his confidence and his talent and
the fact that he was superior to Izuku. Izuku should’ve known that he
couldn’t have possibly won against Katsuki, and while it was quite annoying
that Izuku used self destruct in attempt to destroy him, just so that Katsuki
couldn’t get the last move, he still felt an overwhelming amount of pride.
“Damn right I did and damn right I am,” he shoots back immediately, and
while he’s relishing in his confidence, he isn’t any different towards the
green haired boy in that moment.
“How about a sushi bar? You can get wasabi and other spicy things there—! Or– we can go eat spicy american food!” She didn’t MIND eating spicy foods, && she wasn’t very picky, either. A smile was directed towards his ‘glare’, lips were puckered && a short && melodic whistle could be heard. “I guess it doesn’t matter..! It’ll be my treat.”
“A sushi bar is fine,” he responds casually, the same hunched over position
in his frame holding like before. It’s as if he was trying to feign
indifference, like he was too stubborn to admit that to let himself admit that
he enjoyed her presence. “I can pay for myself,” comes a grunt of utter
rudeness to her offer, but it seemed to just be her nature.