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[jealousyridden-a-blog]

♡ —— ❛ @battlexfist

                         eyebrows in an immediate furrow(a gesture that tells anyone who knew her well enough that she was trying to understand the text that was sent), yukako was getting many signals from kendou's messages. clicking on the text box with a firm finger, she began responding.

                        [ message sent to: kendou. ] those who call themselves a warrier are automatically enemies. you had no business conversating with a half-blood to the point where they can make you doubt this. the way the world was before this was peaceful until they disturbed it.

                       [ message sent to: kendou. ] half bloods are one of the only kind of vampires you can kill, and you’re trying to be friends with them. is this what you’ve been doing besides training?

[mukkan]

「 @battlexfist ☆ 」

「 ☆ 」 A rare smile made its way onto Mika’s face as she took in the view. She never knew this place existed, and it was a pleasant surprise that her classmate thought enough of her to bring her there. “It is,” she agreed, voice soft in awe. “I bet watching the sunrise or sunset from here is even more beautiful. Thank you for showing me, Kendou-san.”

[ponyxtsunotori-archived-blog]

"Pony no!"

“Am I doin it wrong? I knowww I am supposed to taste salt but I do not.”

[ofexplodokills]

@battlexfist 

To hear that stupid copycat bable out loud (as usual) but it was getting tedious when he got inside their classroom too bother. He barely had some peaceful time &&. the least he needed was this idiot trying to look down at them but he knew of someone that could keep him away. Entering the B-classroom he spotted just who he needed, poking her shoulder softly with his finger until he dragged her attention. 

      ❛  Oi, your copypcat is at our classroom ‘n we need ya to take him back           before I decide to blast his face off. ❜

He didn’t like the idea of having to ASK for it he would had rather blowed his face already but he knew that would only bring more problems and he would be the one to pay for the broken plates.

[kingdomcomet-a-blog]

                    “I‘ve always wondered----”

          Thoughts muse aloud as another brunette stands before him, imbued with powers of which he had no dream of achieving. He came to learn that this world naturally gifted its inhabitants with abilities like her own, fittingly titled Quirks. To fit in, the Chosen Key kept world order by classifying the Keyblade’s powers as his own Quirk.

          ... But his inquiries didn’t lie within the specialties of this world. Questions would lie on a more innocent subject, one unbeknownst to him.

                    “------ Do ponytails hurt?                                    Yours is nice... but doesn’t it yank your hair sorta?”

Starter for @battlexfist.

[ponyxtsunotori-archived-blog]

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W-What did I just tell you !

Thinking about it for a second..

lil longer..

“Oh yeah. Nobody else is helpin though!”

[redrioted]

Grabs his face and gives him a big, loving kiss on the forehead, because he's amazing and she supports this boy.

@battlexspooks​

“ hahaa! g’morning kendou! “   a grin spreads across his face at the same time a dusting of red does. 1-b’s class rep is always so nice! so he straightens up and decides to return the favor, leaning forward and giving her own forehead a smooch!   

“ you wanna walk to class together? “   kirishima asks, pointing his thumb towards the school building.

[jealousyridden-a-blog]

She's here to give the other girl a loving kiss on the forehead

ah, it was that girl. the girl who was always seen dragging that blond haired boy away by the back of his shirt. were they siblings? no, they couldn't be. if they were, then she had to be the oldest, or at least, the most mature one.

yukako realized that she was coming in her direction, with her eyes settled upon her. she must wanted to conversate, right? getting ready to be approached, the ex-villain was seconds from greeting her with a casual ‘good afternoon’ before the class president of 1-b suddenly gave her a kiss on the forehead.

blinking feverishly, the yamagishi’s eyes then looked up, trying to look at her forehead(something she knew she couldn’t do) before proceeding to wipe her forehead. not in a way that meant ‘disgusting’, but more of a way of...clarification.

did she really kiss my forehead? that was what she thought. ❝ ...why did you do that? ❞ that wasn’t an objection.