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hey so! to my mutuals, i’ve more or less decided to move entirely to rping on discord. anybody is absolutely free to ask for it! ( esp cuz i moved discords more recently ).

i may or may not come back if xkit ever gets tumblr back to the old dash, but this is what i’m comfortable with for now!

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* isntyet .

denki’s application of adorable and soft drags eyes into a roll, the tease of a smile smothered under a lukewarm glare. the media would love it so much that katsuki has already sworn all who know into secrecy. he doesn't take himself too seriously - especially in the media’s uninformed lime - light - but the last thing he needs is another unauthorized heart - throb cover for some teen magazine. twitter takes years off his life.

❛ sootball is into oddities, so you’ll be just fine, ❜ they have quiet similar tastes in things is what he thinks when he says it but it serves no one well to mention it. ❛ your sushi roll will have their paws full though, that’s for sure. ❜ sootball isn’t immune to the hyper activity of kittens but it is the oddness of the little one’s own actions that come into question. given shrimp tempurra’s own oddities, katsuki is inclined to believe it is just a feline thing.

his gaze flickers to another small stack which consists of mostly non-kitchen items on the counter. or maybe not.

he disassembles it and adds them to the box. ❛ given the number of ramen packages in here i’d suppose you’ll fight him for it. ❜

katsuki gives a quick once over for the drawers and anything else at risk of being left behind and considers the kitchen finished. block letters label the box kirby and he seals it off (tape ripped unevenly from the serrated edge of it’s holder, and breathlessly sworn at) before placing it in the stack of boxes that appear less likely to topple.

the flannel hanging off a door handle catches his attention again. there is a distinct urge snag it and see if the fabric softener has changed but that’s weird so he props himself against the wall and idly watches denki tear the tape of its reel with his teeth.

there is a warped version of his past self’s ideal future that pops up to the for front of his mind with the image. almost as if he’d seen it before, dreamed it maybe. it wasn’t a thing they’d talk about really — plans for after high school. they hadn’t lasted long enough. katsuki had thought of them though. had imagined the task of packing up everything at the end of year three and making the transition to their own apartment. had rationalized that it would hardly be a big deal, having already technically lived together throughout u.a.. he knows that’s wrong, though. it would have been. it is now even under all the different circumstances — or maybe because of them — but he still pretends to rationalize it the way he had then. they survived a year together after a terrible break up. it will easier - better - this time around. he’s no stranger to making himself scarce and busy to pass the time if need be.

it is to be busy. having something to focus on other than the burning sensation in the pit of his chest. with a hard blink katsuki smothers the memory, derails the train and grabs the shirt from the door handle. he’s being stupid. they’ll be fine. ❛ you want to do the clothes — ? or should i start the scavenger hunt… ❜ already he flicks his gaze back to the previously accounted for button - ups strewn haphazardly into their own hiding places.

clothes .

for some reason , denki hangs onto the word , eyes pulling up from task to squint at the space ahead . he contemplates as if having noticed a small , invisible bug there ; an inkling of something in his mind begs to decline , and he’d already opened his mouth on the brink of ignoring it before suddenly remembering for why it is present to begin with .

discarded somewhere along the floor of his bedroom , in an unrecognizable heap , are a pair of jeans bakugou’s not seen in years --- jeans that either man has seen one another both in and out of , with diminishing fringe and faded color from continual wear . his bias for them would be undeniable if held up properly , and he’s positive there are a couple more like them somewhere .

keeping a share of your ex’s mini library could easily be overlooked as an accident , things you don’t think about at the time . but keeping clothing is always purposeful . denki’s teeth clamp down on the simple note of ‘ sure ’ .

❛ -------- no , no , it’s okay . i’ll get all that . ❜ he is surprisingly nonchalant in his reaction , standing straighter now to regard the offer with a quick , dismissive wave . he shocks even himself by how unbothered it sounds , even as when he turns to see what bakugou currently holds in his hands .

❛ it’s just a huge , stupid mess . you could rip up every board and still not find all the places i kick my socks off at . ❜ he taps a finger to his temple as if withholding secret knowledge , eyes purposely kept off the old flannel . ❛ and i didn’t exactly bring you here to punish you . ❜

which is meant as a joke , of course , but something about the wording feels a little too intentional . the half - suppressed laugh he gives doesn’t do much to dilute it . he moves on to seek another task for bakugou to busy himself with .

head swiveling around the small room , denki considers what all is left . he’d managed to take care of some smaller things in his own time over the week , but there was still the matter of moving furniture and carrying down the boxes , his least favorite part of the process --- and the precise reason he’d asked bakugou to come in the first place . for all the muscleheads in his life perfectly suitable for jobs like this , he’d never forgotten the way bakugou had always maneuvered himself with some semblance of efficiency , and how well that’d carried out in the event of turning a two - man job into a solitary one .

besides , that gave denki a little extra time to really tornado clean the place . granted , it’s a well - known fact that he’d never been anything but unabashed about his casual messes --- so long as there are no little critters running around , i’m cool with it --- but the idea of bakugou revisiting this particular aspect of his lifestyle has suddenly stricken his nerves . he hadn’t given much thought to how vastly they might still differ in even the littlest ways , because he hadn’t had to observe bakugou being an adult up close and personal before .

a couple of teenagers being near - neighbors for three years was one thing , back when the utmost refusal to make your bed was considered a coming - of - age personality trait . but he’s long since outgrown such an excuse , no longer young and cute in his laziness ; there was some reasoning behind this place staying a bachelor pad all these years .

there’s also no doubt that bakugou has miraculously found more than enough time in his busy schedule to keep his apartment spotless , and denki doesn’t like the idea that he may see him as childish now for opting out of such tasks so that he may routinely die on his little orange futon in peace . the last thing he needs is for bakugou to plainly see just how much of his shit he doesn’t have together , past what a track record of late rent and copious packets of instant ramen have already spelled out for him .

all the while he ping pongs these thoughts back and forth , denki’s eyes stay trained on the gaudy , fish - shaped ash tray left on the center of his coffee table , happy to have had the foresight to empty the butts out of the open mouth before bakugou’s arrival --- even if he’d recently discovered that bakugou himself had equally picked up the habit .

he blinks sluggishly , lost between thought and staring off into space . he then leans to removes the glass fish from the surface it’s set on , reaching for some of the loose newspaper bakugou had used to wrap his glassware . his chin juts to the table as he begins wrapping it . ❛ wanna jump on gettin’ some of that stuff to the truck , hoss ? better that than fishing up dirty laundry for an hour . i’ll finish up here , and then we can break for lunch . my treat . ❜

because that’s what you do to pay gratitude to a friend helping you move , and has little to nothing to do with getting a headstart on some overdue reparations .

#isntyet #𝐢𝐢 . strength ( reversed ) .

* isntyet .

ankle leaves custody, loose arms linked around waist instead. a second round of locks, no key made to break them. it sates something inside him, just, to close that little distance. an infuriating rush of warmth statics over him, a wool sweater pulled over - head of a cotton t - shirt. fingers twist up a fistful of fabric in the side of boyfriend’s shirt about it, teeth that bite in their own right.

boyfriend, the word and to hear it so close in tandem with his given name, flushes cheeks from peach to cherry. katsuki hasn’t yet gotten used to the sound of them - reckons he’ll never fully adjust. hopes not.

❛ yeah, lucky like a fucking lightning rod in a thunderstorm maybe, ❜ lazy smile made of canine sharpness but non - threatening.

denki is wrong. katsuki coins himself into denki’s personal, petty thief every chance he gets. the shirt he’s currently wearing is already a testimonial to that, plucked right out of one of his boyfriend’s dresser drawers. there are a dozen books on his shelf that would attest to his guilt if that wasn’t enough to prove his thieving capability. ❛ but keep talking big, i’ll pick pocket two just to prove the point. ❜

addendum, (re: denki is wrong) bakugou is the lucky one.

denki makes a curt noise in his throat then , something of laughter without the laugh . his eyes drop over katsuki’s lopsided smile , slack yet sharp , as if to consider or possibly catalog it . by end of either , his attention has turned to pluck stray threads from the growing holes in his jeans . the grin on him is equally tired .

❛ rude . ❜

and though not tight beyond comfort , the grip at his side succeeds in hiking his shirt above the curve of his hip . ever slightly is exposed a wedge of tanned skin there .

he’s used to things like this --- affection articulated through teeth or touch that he’s slowly become less and less startled by , half understanding and half not that this is a language very particular to katsuki . if denki pushed his intentions by overabundance of speech , then katsuki did the exact opposite , moved by word of his own tactile nature --- by grip or tap or bite or tug . little things that , like the rest of him , outweighed oddity in overall sentiment .

it’s a gesture that pulls denki back into himself , shrinks him immensely to fit pretty in another’s arms . their banter , while fun , wasn’t something he found himself relying on to keep the heartstrings taut ; there were many moments , like this one upcoming , where he didn’t horribly mind the idea of yielding to a quaint lovers’ silence .

the plucking of thread shifts to the plucking of flesh . denki pinches lightly at the worn skin topping each knuckle on katsuki’s left hand , cupping hands over those cupping him . when he speaks again , it’s much quieter , and without any prompt of their previous back - and - forth .

❛ i dream of you too , sometimes . ❜ pinch , pinch , tap . smoothed over with soft thumbs . ❛ nothing extravagant , i mean . and nothing like what i poke fun at you for . ❜

( usually . )

#minecraft #isntyet #𝐯 . main .#𝐢 . towers .

ghostbadge

i threw some color on that bakukami sketch i did a while back

#𝐜 . kaminari denki .#𝐜 . bakugou katsuki .#isntyet : their hands meet ‚ and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun .#:worm:

khirishima

KAMINARI DENKI ║ ep 53

#𝐜 . kaminari denki .

* isntyet .

katsuki stands there, all glittering nerve - endings under a forcibly still frame. his mouth is fixed into something of a grimace, impatient. another year older, he is still ripe for perceiving every newly - learned emotion through the narrow view of youth— and so the world is tilting for him.

if he had eyes for anything outside the honeysuckle spread of denki’s smile swearing in the doorway, the simplest view would blow itself wide open. it is the acute awareness of how bright the stars between how dark the night is and how every colour seems over saturated between the hard lines of three - dimensional space.

soooooo … happy birthday ?

it is a state of mind that catches the haunted chaos of toppled towers behind denki’s shoulder and just knows. what that certainty means is still debatable but it is enough to be certain that whatever it means, it is mutually effective.

katsuki feels split wide open himself — positively electric and aching for a place to ground the feeling.

whatever expression he had been making melts from his face and turns softly - blank, then again into something softer. not empty but bare. stripped of the layer of anger and uncertainty that nearly always contorts his bigger emotions, he is just katsuki. plainly. still ready to eat the world raw, even as it’s tilting.

the sensation seems to project out of his chest like a living thing; his body a host to some big bang giving way to something unfathomably infinite. really, it is the first time the words sit there, a truth more so than a possibility. he loves him. he almost says it. he means to say thank you instead.

❛ you are impossible. ❜ he means too good to be true.

palms press against the front of their flannel before stabilizing an off - axis vertigo by the catch denki’s collar. it’s a coin - toss whether he steps into his space or drags him into his own but either way, katsuki closes it.

there is a tremor in his hand he doubts — though hopes— goes unnoticed.

he watches , blankly --- perhaps stupidly --- as all edge erodes from every crisp feature molding the boy opposite him . soft and simple it goes , castaways of florets and sharp teeth along the sea , waves of contemplation steadily washing over him to pull an inch of crease off his brow with each turn . katsuki seems to dog - ear several thoughts between them . evidently , none are worthy to speak of .

slower and slower he dulls , plain as a pit or the pallor of his scheme . the breadth of silence has seemingly left him barren ; soft and moon - eyed ; as barely - there as he could stand to be and then some past what he could not , stripped of all but the precarious incline of breath , untethered to the earth as the sun - blanched ash of his hair . denki’s nerves light anew .

for a long , long moment , he feels too looked upon . too out in the open , too aware of himself in comparison .

it is , of course , not at all the first time he’s ever thought the other boy to be so stunningly beautiful --- but it’s by far the most prolific in all idle cases . having that natural inclination to romance seems to have actually done nothing for him all these years . speaking honestly , katsuki is not the only one on fire today .

speaking honestly , denki has found himself growing unfathomably softer , too .

you are impossible , katsuki tells him , and he finds no real reason to disagree . as well as he’s come to learn him , denki knows he might not ever quite understand why katsuki says the things he does , why thoughts might sit on his tongue one way but manifest themselves another . it’s as maddening as it is endearing , and denki knows he’s not as wholly bothered by the ambiguity of the sentiment when he truly lives to devour all the meat of the peach surrounding it . he does so again right now , practiced and eager , as he connects himself to a trembling cupid’s bow .

their faces mash awkwardly , slight soreness where noses collide as neither thought to tilt his head . foreheads brush familiarly and denki would savor the memory if he had hunger for anything but the words he chases , realigning himself along katsuki’s mouth to find them properly .

the hand shaking between them betrays a trained stillness . denki snuffs the movement through compression , smothers it beneath the soft of his chest and links arms around katsuki’s waist to hold him close , choke it further .

if any hints of uncertainty had previously sat between them , be it between towers or the tremors that threaten their integrity , katsuki is given no time to question it while denki kisses him here , here , and here . smiles against him there and there , drags delight to the edges of his jaw until the smaller is buried in the crook of his neck , looking out to the ( thankfully ) empty hallway behind him .

hands have maneuvered themselves elsewhere --- one between the blades of katsuki’s shoulders , the other smoothing over the soft spikes protruding from the back of his head . the material of his flannel , tried as it may be in its age , feels different now on another body . denki holds him tighter through it . a second , second skin .

grin unrelenting , he drops another kiss somewhere irresponsibly , lost in the junction between ear and neck . ❛ you know i won’t apologize for that , ❜ he delivers there , and it’s meant more like : i will never say sorry for this moment between us .

#isntyet #𝐯 . main .#𝐢 . towers .