#explodie

[quirkheir]

@explodie​​ ♡’d for a small starter

" ka.. kacchan i wanted to ask you.... “     his heart was racing. for some reason he found this nerve-racking. there midoriya stood, in front of his childhood friend. instead of conversing like peers, he was stuttering like a stranger. sure, bakugou always tended to put him more on the nervous side. and what he had in mind was going to inconvenience him . . .  --  but his determination was clear. he just needed to spit it out -- 

“ -- will you spar with me ?! “

“ you said it yourself -- i’m too predictable ! ... i’ve been thinking about that nonstop... and you’re right, i am. and i want to get better ! the only way i can think to get better is to practice -- and there’s nobody better for me to practice with than you !!! “

[cowlsmash]

    You know, he wanted to be surprised Kacchan was yelling at Eri. He wanted to be. But he wasn’t. “E-Eri-chan, maybe um. . .  here, we can go get ice-cream or something. . . “

[saveandwin]

uhhhhh why don't you make like your dad and get outta here, deku

i’m telling your mom you said that, kacchan.

[dropbymuses]

Starter for @explodie​ || Tsuyu

“ Bakugou-kun I don’t think you should go down that way, Kero.” The girl observed from where she was following behind her team mate for their current exercise. “ Mr Aizawa said that there were gonna be traps.”

[eijirriot]

❛    hey,  bakugou,  we should get a bite to eat!    ❜         @explodie​

[sculpthalves]

Harsh words and hard critique always seemed to slide so easily past Shoto, so he feels the overwhelming need to pull some kind of mischief. While Shoto rests on the sofa, Katsuki slips his way around to the back, slaps both palms to Shoto's head, and RUFFLES with all he got -- striving to see how best he can mix HALF and HALF. All the while, he proclaims, "DIE!!"

Safety is an illusion he subscribes to on the rarest occasion. Relaxation, more over, has been a foreign concept for long enough that Shouto’s guard never fully lays to rest — AND YET (fortunate for Bakugou’s intentions) the common room is the only place both of these things ever coincide.

Hands appear wild, purposeful, and palm heavy in the roots of his hair and Shouto is caught off-kilter. The brevity of the fear comes from the immediate familiarity of Bakugou’s proclamation. Shouto knows the capability of these hands well and determines the attack, if mildly inconvenient, NON-THREATENING. His shoulders fall with relief, if still jostled by the fierceness of the Bakugou’s strength. The corner of his mouth twitches.

In the wake of it, fully disheveled, Shouto cants his chin up to peer at the upside-down face behind him and nearly slips a smile. Nearly. “I didn’t expect your friendship to be so tactile.”

@explodie

[writingalaxies]

“Someone yelled at Eri - chan?” OH? O H ? Who was this excitable first year he was going to have to . . . . HAVE A TALK TO?

[shockpop]

YOU CANT YELL AT A CHILD, ASSHOLE