𝙊𝙁 𝘼 𝙇𝙀𝙂𝘼𝘾𝙔.

terminal  do-gooder,   wants  to  do  good  for  you !  

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STARVIRESCENT :    independent,  selective & private IZUKU MIDORIYA  /  DEKU,  loved wholeheartedly by cameron  (  he / they,  23  ).

main blog :    ofdetonation,  dynamight   /   katsuki bakugou.

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often runs on a queue.   hoards memes and asks. extremely slow & sporadic activity because of chronic illness.

AFFILIATED WITH :   ofgravitation.  bakgos.  riotmade.  goresugars / herosugars / shocksugars.  starshinc.

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see i put the bi flag on izuku's pride icon but fun fact izuku doesn't actually know what label he should use. bi just seems like the right choice... (but is he instead pan? demi, maybe?? he has no idea, and instead of figuring it out, he just wants to be a silly little guy.)

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pride month part two electric boogaloo

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hello i know it's been a hot minute but fun fact i'm changing my name !! i'll be going by cameron / cam. feel free to just use cam tho.

i have not changed my name in a solid 7-8 yrs tho so bear with me

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•• Ah! What a question! Although he figured that would've been obvious, there was no harm in anyone asking him a question!

"Yes! We are very close!" Mirio begain, feeling his mood greatly improving thinking about Tamaki. Arms pumping in the air, he was excited! "We've known each other since we were very small and have you seen his smile? It's the best thing ever, ever! He inspires me to do my best when I see him doing his best! And the way he just! I hope I can marry him in the future, I love him, but don't tell him okay I want it to be a surprise, Tamaki is the best! And his quirk is so cool, don't you agree, and of course there's- "

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oh. well ... technically, his problem was solved ? but now he's confronted with an entirely new one : getting mirio to let izuku speak.

he never thought that'd be a problem he'd have.

❝ oh, umm, that's ... ❞ despite izuku's attempt to interject, mirio keeps going, and the young midoriya bites the inside of his cheek. ❝ it's sweet how you talk about amajiki, mirio, but wait, i ⸺ ❞ oh geez. oh no. okay, he really needs to find a window here ! ❝ i can understand what you're saying, but please, can't i have a moment to ... ?! ❞

... yep, nope. that didn't work.

izuku's just gonna have to wait this out until mirio can let him say his piece. he has a feeling he might be here a while, so ... out comes his notebook to sketch someone in his class. ( where did it come from ? )

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@starvirescent said: "hi, kaminari! umm... how are you?" izuku is definitely more used to him being the one in the hospital. he ushers in, placing a little gift basket aside - he's not very good at cooking, but with his mother's help, he made some snacks that he thinks denki might like. "i heard a little from kacchan, but to be fair, it was mostly swearing and being upset you were in here. are you okay...?"

ϟ " Oh man, hey!" Denki was surprised he hadn't seen Izuku sooner but he guessed there were a few reasons why, Kacchan being the main one. "Yeah he's pretty pissed.. I'm okay... I think. My chest hurts, a lot of things hurt, the medications are tearing up my throat... but I'm okay .. do you want to know what happened?" He could go into detail if he wanted him to.

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❝ the way kacchan sounded, it was pretty dire ... ❞

he settles in the seat provided for visitors, forest green briefly glancing at the blond, frown deepening. kacchan doesn't make such a big deal of things without reason. and based on observation, denki was pretty beat up ⸺ not to mention denki's personal descriptions ...

❝ i'd like to know what happened. don't feel pressured, i just ... ❞ he taps a rhythm on his hands. ❝ ... i understand how it feels. the quirk backlash thing. if you want someone to talk about it with, then i'm here to listen. ❞

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oh god please stop perceiving him

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•• " Whatever it is you want to ask me about, I'll do my very best to answer your question! So shoot, what are you wanting to ask me about? " He'd do his very best to help out his kouhai who he had complete faith in!

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❝ right ! of course ! because you're very vital to knowing the answer to this question and it's been something i've wanted to ask for a while ... ❞

keep digging, izuku. you'll find the earth's core eventually.

❝ u ⸺ umm ! ❞ well think of something ! ❝ well, see, uh ... ❞ oh no. he can't think of anything. there has to be one thing he could ask mirio about ! ... right ? right ? ❝ you and amajiki are, uh, pretty ... close ? ❞

have you ever seen someone dig through the earth's core ? no ? you have now.

this was not his best on-the-spot thinking moment.

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@eraseur replied to your post :

"Awake yet?"

oh. oh no. did he fall asleep in class ?

❝ ah ! sorry, aizawa-sensei ... ! ❞ he shakes his head, gently slapping his cheeks a few times to try and wake himself up properly. ❝ i'm awake ! what are we doing, again ? i'm ready ! ❞

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@starvirescent said: pokes him. pokes him. pokes hi

unprompted || always accepting

•• "What can I do for you, troublemaker?" Mirio stares headlong at his kouhai, that is poking him for some reason.

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❝ t ⸺ troublemaker ... ❞

❝ oh ! i just wanted to ask you about something. ❞ he wasn't trying his best to annoy mirio at all. izuku ? never ! ❝ yeah. mhm ! it's very important. ❞

it's not important, because he doesn't even know what he wants to ask.

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he stretch.

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@ofgravitation inquired : [ hold ] / from ochako again again! idk he's glassy eyed talking to vestiges and it freaked her out maybe? ╱ the intimacy of hands. [ hold ] : for the sender’s muse to hold the receiver’s muse by the face / neck gently and brush their thumbs along their cheeks to get them to focus on them.

𝗵𝗲  𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁  𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲  𝗵𝗼𝘄  𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴  𝗶𝘁’𝘀  𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻. the world of the vestiges is vast and infinite,  yet finite,  confined to a crumbling room with chairs and eight others ╱ they ask questions and he answers where he can,  unaware of what occurs on the surface. time isn’t something that runs linearly in the vestige world.

on the surface,  izuku is out of focus,  distant. if anyone were to look at izuku sitting on the edge of his bed in his dorm room,  most would think that maybe … he’d dissociated. maybe he detached himself from the environment,  separating from his body. and they wouldn’t be entirely wrong in thinking that way ⸺ his mind is elsewhere,  that much is true. but the situation with one for all is far more complicated than that.

the quirk still runs underneath,  lighting up freckled skin as ochako approaches. izuku doesn’t register that someone might be trying to ground him,  bring him back to the present ; it’s only when one of the vestiges mention someone being near that izuku brings himself back,  eyes returning their focus and seeing brunette hair first. ah. was that …

❝ oh,  uraraka-san … ❞ forest green looks to her hands then looking back into hazel,  face starting to heat up. ❝ s ⸺ sorry,  was i … ?    ❞

the vestiges still press against his mind and make the world around him feel foggy,  but the green-haired boy takes the chance to remind himself of where he was,  when it was. when … his eyes darted to look outside with slight confusion. he must’ve been out for a while ╱ maybe that’s why she came to check in on him ? was it closer to dinner ? but this was his room,  safely tucked away from prying eyes,  and ochako only finds herself here because ⸺

ah ! why was she here ?

❝ sorry … ! i’m sorry. i ⸺ ❞ oh no,  he’s apologising too much. he’s panicking ! ❝ ahem. umm … is uh,  dinner meant to be soon ? i … wouldn’t mind being here a bit longer. just to ⸺ ground. myself. ❞

smooth talking,  izuku. as if he couldn’t make it any more obvious he still does not how to talk to girls,  this takes the cake ╱ not to mention he’s leaning slightly into the brunette’s touch. (  her presence is calming,  reassuring. would it be such a crime if he allowed ochako to be the rock he needs,  the support while he readjusts from the vestige world into reality ?  )

❝ do you,  uh,  do you mind staying here … ?    ❞

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@bakgos inquired : [ win ] ╱ the intimacy of hands. [ win ] : for the sender’s muse to place a hand on the receiver’s neck and rest their forehead against the receiver’s own for a close congrats or excitement at something.

𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗸𝘂  𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻’𝘁  𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲  𝗶𝗳  𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀  𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱  𝗲𝗻𝗱. one for all thrums underneath and seeps into muscle fibres,  cyan lightning dancing across his skin and fa jin’s remnants lingering in his tendons ╱ his breath is shallow and choking from gearshift. their fight is over,  a discordant ending to a battle long fought,  but the adrenaline rushing through the freckled boy’s veins keeps him tense. the buildings weep in smoke and ruin ⸺ an urban landscape reduced to rubble,  not by their hands but by villains.     (  it cuts deep into old wounds.     this was all a bitter reminder that it was too reminiscent of past battles fought.  )

for a time,  the green-haired boy doesn’t rein in one for all’s strength ; while danger sense has stopped ringing and sharply piercing his mind,  the manifestation of the power still dances and lights up the area around him. his eyes are slightly cyan to match. his hair,  a beautiful gradient of forest green and teal,  sways like it’s in a gentle breeze. the villains have been defeated,  but izuku …

he sees katsuki approach.     though the young midoriya is still catching his breath,  it gets stolen again the moment he feels a hand on the back of his neck ╱ the blond unintentionally makes himself a refuge,  a shelter,  and izuku sinks into that feeling. even more so when katsuki presses their foreheads together ; his heart skips,  jumps,  the simple touch so electrifying he didn’t expect it.     one for all eases away the longer they’re together.     viridescent green gaze locks onto carmine red and his breath steadies the longer he stares,  eased by the other’s presence.

a smile bubbles up,  overshadowing memory.     they’d won.     they were safe.

❝ kacchan … ❞ izuku’s voice is hardly above a whisper,  his hands reaching to cup katsuki’s face ; love feels so foreign,  so peculiar. it was something he did not understand and something he didn’t think he’d be good at ⸺ but oh,  it was so easy,  to eventually gaze into sharpened eyes and relax into calloused touch like nothing else mattered. (  some might ask how do you love,  but his resounding response is ; how would i stop ?  ) ❝ stay ? ❞ ah. that in itself sounds selfish,  voice stammering. ❝ i ⸺ i need to be here with you,  just for a moment.    ❞

scarred fingers tangle themselves slowly into spiky blond,  feeling the soft texture,  daring to hold the other for a little longer ╱ daring to be selfish. their breath intertwines. although izuku doesn’t ask for a kiss,  doesn’t pull katsuki closer or desire anything more than their current closeness,  green eyes flicker closed while they take their moment of victory.

it’s so much easier to breathe when kacchan reminds him to.

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𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹. many thought. ( his muttering while he stares at his analysis notebook is starting to get a bit intense ... not that he's noticed. )

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Hold hands

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i’ve been lost in your gaze, constant fogs in your way 

[sequel to this drawing] 

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