#brningboy

[ycgii-blog]

brningboy replied to your post:

didnt those zombies mistake you for one of them? in that case.. i’m sure aliens wouldn’t think you were a human. but tell me this all might, are you truly a human? what are you hiding from us.

          “        young   Todoroki .......  i’m   not   hiding   anything   please   stop   this ....  i   don’t   need   your   conspiracy   theories  ,     young   man .......       ”

[erphnjck]

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Send ✍️ and I’ll draw our muses together!

(projects ayabirdie onto them) wow theyre in love

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@brningboy​ asked  :  he steadily moves his finger across his math sheet, eyes squint a bit, to get a better read. finally after finishing you can pretend a shadow looms over his forehead. ' you got half of them wrong and half of them right. i doubt you could pass the test if you didn't get help. it's not much but i have three hours to spare.' he normally wouldn't offer, since he has errands to run. but he did feel some sort of sympathy for his classmate.

at that ,   denki makes a loud point of connecting his head to the table .    the open page of a notebook black with scrawl smushes up against his lips  ;  wet ink transferring a light imprint onto the skin there ,   one of the few problems to see the light of day unscathed .    he doesn’t notice .     ❛    shit .    ❜ 

one might argue that half right is still better than none right   ---   and that one is the enabler in him ,   lackadaisical and frustrating in its tolerance   ---   but it’s never gonna get any easier to accept the failure that comes at the expense of his damnedest .    the blame game doesn’t paint him in a pretty light ,   and he’s so ,   so tired of getting caught at the other end of that accusatory finger .      

literally .    he’s tired .

❛    ...    i think it’s gonna take a lot more than three hours to hammer anything useful into me ,   dude .    ❜      it’s not exactly a sentiment delivered on a smile ,   and he’s all too quick to pick up the pieces .     phoned - in humor is the spine of backpedaling . 

sitting up suddenly ,   denki begins stretching his arms overhead in this weird ,   corny display of exaggerated efforts  ;  it’s not horribly insincere in nature ,   but the execution has more intention to distract than anything .     

❛    -------   SO!    maybe we should just go ahead and call it a day then ,   eh?    i mean ,    i know you’re a real busy guy n’ all ,   and i really hate to take up your whole sunday runnin’ around in circles here .     ❜     

a quick glance to his notes .       ❛    ...   concentric circles .    ❜

(  see?    he was listening .   )

[erphnjck]

❛   i wanna be the one that makes your day, the one you think about as you lie awake.   ❜    @brningboy​ ♡’d, best friend.

[erphnjck]

kisses her all over her face 💞💞

laughter fills the air, enough to make flowers bloom at the coldest winter. shouto and softness are two very different things, kyouka’s already decided so long ago but oh— to see them be mixed together, it made her heart bloom. the thud thud thud of her heart is similar to the beats of her drums she’d play, the boy in his mind.

when he plants a kiss on her lips, she returns it happily, arms around his neck, noses bumping, grins uncharacteristically wide on stoic faces.  ❛   you’re so kissy today,   ❜   she comments, lips an inch apart. he’s pulled him closer to her,  ❛   not that i’m complaining.   ❜     before another long, loving kiss. filled with longing, love. she wants his affection personified so that she can wrap it around herself like a blanket.

❛  what kind of quirk did you got hit with, hm?   ❜   it’s a tease. no way a quirk could mimic something so warm and wonderful.  ❛   i’d ask them to hit it on you again. i quite like this version of you, shou. but i like my mean bitch, too.   ❜    

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shouto: >:|

mina:

shouto: >:)

[erphnjck]

❛   shou, you’re heavy.  ❜     her scoff is all bark, but no bite. there’s a certain way of foreign gentleness at the tip of her fingers when she strokes it in a mess of reds and whites.   that what seemed to be permanent scorn on her face has melted away to something soft, something velvet. suppose a glint of longing in her eyes that she wants to sheathe.   ❛   get your head off my lap.  ❜    @brningboy  

[erphnjck]

he leans in, icy breath hits her softly, eyes concentrated on her face. leaning over her, pinning her hand down. ` sorry but -- ' and while he leans in even further, lips inches apart but not close enough to touch, he picks up his other hand and rubs some food off of her cheek. ` you had something on your face. ' and with that he sits up and goes back to what he had been doing beforehand.

her heartbeat is rapid. her eyes grow as wide as saucer plates, jacks flinging upwards in offense position but they don’t attack the other. this cardiovascular organ wants to rip itself out of his chest and run.       ❛   s-shouto—  ❜   the stutter comes out weak, bashful. her cheeks are cherry red. when he pulls away, kyouka isn’t yet.  takes her a minute or two to register what the fuck had transpired, her flushed state now replaced with a cocktail of both annoyance and embarrassment.  elbow hits his hard, growling, face painted a dark shade of red still, purple eyes glaring but they don’t look like they’re holding any bite.   ❛   fuck you. you didn’t– you didn’t have to do that! you could have just told me!  ❜