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kirishima waits until it’s exactly 12am to shoot bakugou a text. 

[ txt: KING BLASTY 💥 ] HAAAAPPY BDAY BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! [ txt: KING BLASTY 💥 ] 🎉 🎊🎁🎈🎈🎁🎊🎉 [ txt: KING BLASTY 💥 ] UR SO OLD NOW WWWW [ txt: KING BLASTY 💥 ] but hey [ txt: KING BLASTY 💥 ] some bday advice [ txt: KING BLASTY 💥 ] u should totally go out on ur balcony [ txt: KING BLASTY 💥 ] :D 

he knows that their last.... talk on the balcony didn’t really go smoothly. too many tears, too much frustration, too much pain. but he wants to show his friend that he can power through any awkwardness for the sake of their relationship. their totally PLATONIC relationship. because bakugou is right, they can’t just awkwardly dance around each other for the next two years hoping it’ll resolve itself. they have to roll with the punches! like heroes! like MEN! 

so here he waits, until the familiar sound of the sliding door clicks and slides open. the blonde will be immediately greeted by kirishima’s smiling face when he looks over at the other balcony, illuminated by a soft glow of a large #1 candle lit atop a ( kind of uneven ) red velvet cake.   “ i know you’re not one obviously but i thought of it like. you’re number one, yanno? or you’re gonna be anyway. “ 

honestly he wanted to add in icing something about bakugou being his hero, but that’d be a hard sell for platonic feelings. and it’s the guy’s birthday! no need to make things any more awkward than they need to be. kirishima can easily ignore the way his heart pounds and aches in favor of giving his best bro the best birthday.   “ want me to hop over so you can make a wish or are you gonna do it from there? “   there’s also the option of bakugou coming over ( one of the easier options ) but.... again. the last time didn’t turn out too great. baby steps.

[halfher]

@blastyexplodo!

          “   you break in here,   and i’ll break your fingers,   you little demon.   “   a scathing lie. rather,   see pillow - kissed blond hair,   watch him brush his teeth while perched on the edge of a bathtub,   content,   tired. his mornings would feel empty without bakugou’s gruesome mouth and stinky kisses. 

[unbreakblarchive]

Lifts a hand to touch his hairline lightly, squinting. " Looks like your roots are growing in... "

   he tries his absolute best not to reach into the touch, but he’s a sleepy boy, and sleepy boys don’t usually follow when their brains tell them. kirishima’s head tilts upward slightly into the touch. eyes glance upward toward the hand at his words, humming.

   it had been a few weeks since he’d last done his hair. “hmm, i suppose you’re right.” he can’t see, but he trusts bakugou. “you should help me touch it up. ya’know, so i don’t miss any spots.” truthfully, he just likes it when bakugou touches his hair.

[radicalconversationalist]

Hey it’s uhhhhhhhhhh 🅱akugo

[fetishkill]

@blastyexplodo

here, is the selcouth twitch of his lips. here, his name, a curse and a prayer;   and he holds it between his teeth and   bites   bites   bites   until it’s a gurgled mess of letters. his, is a rosary hidden beneath his tongue, spit - sloppy. it’s spoken so quietly.   touch it to your tongue   and inhale him deep.   ❝   you’re good   ––-   but sorry to say, it’s game over.   ❞   he laps at the blunt side of his knife, fogging up the steel, and swallows. 

[scorchbled]

like deep - sea fish

CHAPTER ?

this story starts at the end. that’s all. 

          you wouldn’t think to touch the sea with two hands or to gather up the saltwater in a hug. there’s an obvious lack of satisfaction, as the water slips through your fingers, but you’re still disappointed regardless –– like anyone could actually love deep - sea fish anyways. it’s laughable. you laugh. but, oh, this was about a story, wasn’t it? not you, and certainly not your ridiculous desire to hug the sea. fine, lets start with this: there’s a body. a woman’s body. that’s the end, get it? because her skin is shredded in punctured lacerations, crescent wounds, and her flesh lays limply off of the bone. it’s almost like clothes –– like everyone simply puts their skin on in the morning and sheds it before bed. anyways, anybody could guess that she died of blood - loss and quite slowly, too, if we’re judging by the lacked severity of each gash. that’s an oxymoron. the murder is brutal and she (bodies lose their names when they’re dead) died naked and strapped down, with sharp teeth gnawing at her throat, over and over, probably screaming. lamenting, why, why would you do this to me? 

          and now she’s dead and naked and spread lewdly on the pier, at the crack of dawn with sun beams hitting her navel like she’s some bloody wrath of god. 

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kirishima has a habit of not always paying attention to his surroundings at times. especially when he’s walking a path he’s taken often enough on a sunday evening to MEMORIZE. earbuds snugly inside, he hums a tune as eyes flutter shut at the song’s chorus, just as he makes a turn. and just in time to CRASH right into someone else. 

“ oh! shit, my bad dude! “