#ft ojiro

[ask-zappyzipper]

Who’s the hottest person in class (besides yourself, of course)

[redhairstrongheart]

themartialartshero replied to your post: “How’s it feel down there, Ojiro?”

“DON’T YOU SLANDER ME LIKE THIS, YOU’RE BARELY ANY TALLER THAN ME!”

“WHAT OJIRO YOU KNOW EVERY INCH IS IMPORTANT TO A MAN’S PRIDE”

[ask-zappyzipper]

Kami Kami Kami I can't believe you're allowed to have two whole boyfriends!!

[ask-zappyzipper]

He's just gonna leave him a box of chocolates in his room with a small note. 'Happy Valentine's Day, Denki ♡ ~Mashirao'

[ask-zappyzipper]

WHAT ABOUT PLAYING WOTH OJIRO’S TAIL??

Only sometimes.

[ask-zappyzipper]

Mashirao's not one to randomly hug someone without a warning, but after everything that had just happened, he needed it. He needed to be close to him and make sure this was all real. So, of course, he sped walked toward Denkii as soon as he saw him and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, hiding his face in his neck as he took in the warmth their closeness gave off. He was very aware of the fact that he was shaking, but he really didn't care at that moment. "I love you.."

Kaminari had been walking back to his dorm room after visiting a snack machine. It was late at night, so not many people were walking around the building, which the electric student saw as the perfect opportunity for a snack run. This was also why he was so startled when someone was suddenly behind him, wrapping their arms around him. He nearly dropped his chips and was about to whip around to throw hands, but calmed as soon as he heard the familiar swish of a tail.

With a relieved sigh, he leaned back against Ojiro and placed a hand on one of the arms wrapped around his waist. “Mashi–” he paused, realizing he was shaking. He was about to ask what was wrong, but was cut off by those three words.

I love you.

The following silence was deafening. Denki’s eyes were wide and he went frigid. The words kept repeating in his mind like a broken record. I love you. I love you. Slowly, he turned to look at the other, taking a moment to process it before asking in a raspy tone, “What…?”

[ask-zappyzipper]

(( In this episode of Dragon Ball, young Kaminari goes to talk to @asktailman and hopefully he won’t die of embarrassment. Let’s watch this thrilling venture ))

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 It had been a few hours since Kaminari had disappeared into his dorm room. It was normal for him to do that, but he’d usually have some sort of loud music playing, with video game sounds in the background of that.

This time, however, was different. This time, everything was strangely... quiet.

When he emerged, he noticed a few of his friends lingering by. He simply glanced around at them, but didn’t say anything. With a deep breath, he quickly made his way past them, not answering their queries about his emotional state. He would have to give them a vague explanation later. For now, he had a clear goal set in mind. He needed to talk to Ojiro. He needed to make sure the other student didn’t hate him, or that he didn’t think that Kaminari had meant what he said when he was under a lying manipulation quirk of some sort.

He nearly jogged to Mashirao’s room, but stopped deadpan at the door. His fist was up and ready to knock, but he hesitated--he was frozen; he was afraid.

The electro-quirk student stared at the slab of wood in front of him--the only thing separating him and Ojiro at the moment. His stomach was in knots and he was shaking like a leaf. Was it too late to turn back? Could he just slip back into the solitude of his own room and forget about the world for a little longer??

No.

He needed to see Ojiro.

With a gulp and a shaky fist, Denki knocked a few times, then waited.

[ask-cat-dad]

"Hey, so, is leaving the school an option or am I stuck here until I graduate?" Yes, he is trying to seem as nonchalant about this as possible. Not like he's asking to leave forever. Nah.

Aizawa looked up from the papers he was grading and blinked a few times, processing the question. His brows furrowed slightly and he set down his pen, folding his hands together on the desk as he stared intensely at the student in front of him.

“Why are you asking, Ojiro?” He wouldn’t give him a straight answer yet. Aizawa needed to know the reasoning behind the question--was he planning on dropping out? The thought of it sent a pang of sadness through his chest. Did he fail as a teacher...?