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@ignicraft liked this for a starter (MONOMA)
@ignicraft ♡’d for a lyric starter ya’ll boots hats? ( die angry ) - glocca morra
he think’s he’s alone, unaware that anyone had stumbled across him while he was training. hiroto was getting more and more frustrated as time went on. he was trying to get better at using multiple aspects of his quirk at once. and when he fails again, he’s not able to hold it in anymore. “fuck!!” the word booms out of him, a crack of thunder escaping from the drizzling rain cloud above his head. he reaches his hands up, wiping the wet hair out of his face. “i need to get out of this city.”
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he’s getting used to being the class’ resident charger at this point. it was common practice to just hand a dead cellphone or controller for denki to charge, and normally he just did it without complaint. but these days he had been thinking. he could be getting something out of this ! maybe bakugou wasn’t the best person to test this theory on, but he’d give it a shot.
he waves the dead cell phone in his hand, a ball of energy per usual. ‘ alright, dude, i’m gonna charge this. but first ! ‘ he holds up a finger for dramatic effect. ‘ FIRST, you have to say one nice thing about me ! ‘ a compliment from bakugou ? this should be good.
ignicraft said ; "your voice is putting me to sleep.” ♥ random dialog prompts
mumbling ; a habit she picked up from being around izuku so often , though never got as extreme as he did. it often picked up as she was studying , talking out her thoughts beneath her breath to solve difficult problems or a tool to memorize , & katsuki had commented on her habit more than once. his annoyed remarks were often snapped , though held no real venom or malice , so she either ignored him with a roll of her eyes or bit back a jab of her own. they sat beside each other at her small square table , cluttered with a demolished snack tray , text books , & loose papers spewed out in an organized chaos. she was mumbling , whispering to the english vocabulary scribed lazily into her notebook as she tapped her pencil’s easer against her own thigh with each syllable she read. she stole glances at him before falling so deep into her own paper ; a look held for just a moment to admire his profile , to see his normally tense brow smooth , & smile at the way he chewed the inside of his cheek in thought. though , when she got to the end of her list & raised brown eyes to lay on his features once more ----- his eyes were closed, cheek squished more into his palm, & jaw relaxed. pink cheeks stained darker ; a warmth spread across her smiling face as a fondness she almost couldn’t quite contain bloomed in her chest. a minute passed , maybe two while she watched him with her own blushed cheek propped up in a palm. ochako hated to disturb his peace , but she knew his wrist would be sore the longer he bared weight on it like that ---- so she reached out , sinking fingertips into blond hair to gently scratch at his scalp. “ you’re sleepy, “ she said , an obvious statement that would normally be replied to with a snippy little remark or an eyeroll , but instead met with something she would deem as sweet. perhaps it was the gentle wake up that coaxed his sweetness , or perhaps it was simply because he was sleepy. ochako’s ears felt warm as she mumbled gentle encouragement for him to pack up his book bag & retreat to his own dorm room ---- despite her preference for him to stay. it was past his bedtime & they had a test in the morning.
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if he took every cruel thing that bakugou said to heart, he’d need a stronger heart... but his brow still wrinkles at the title of mind freak, the retort enough to slash whatever good will he might have towards the other [ if there wasn’t a cat involved, shinso would have already left ]. but the cat seems like it might be in trouble. ‘ stop struggling, ’ he sighs, his voice a soft little whistle in his throat. it isn’t a command: he knows how to regulate that. he is so utterly careful with his words that he’d shut down his throat if he had his way, words flowing into body movements, a tongue chopped free at the stump. DID BAKUGOU’S HANDS EVER FEEL LIKE THEY WERE TOO HEAVY FOR HIS BODY? shinso makes a soft noise at the cat, trying to get it to calm down. nothing could be done about bakugou... ‘ the more you move, the more the cat’s going to dig his claws in. shhh, pretty boy, shhh. ’
@ignicraft said : ❛ i’d say ‘make your peace’ , but i hope you never find any . ❜ | villain!bkg as he's leavin a beaten down izuku once again (((':
GET UP , IT’S NOT THAT HARD !! he mentally yells at himself , telling himself on a loop to just stand up , to keep trying . izuku would sooner let himself be beaten further into the ground than GIVE UP , especially when it comes to this . he won’t just give up on his friend , no matter what . ( even if kacchan never saw him as such . )
‘ you . . th - think i entered the hero course - despite no one ever believing in me , after everything you did t - to push me down . . you think i expected peace ? ’ he speaks through gritted teeth , IT HURTS SO MUCH , but it’s nothing he hasn’t dealth with before , right ? just a little more on the extreme side , this time . . costume singed from familiar explosions and fresh burns making it difficult to move . and yet . . his whole body shakes as fingertips dig into the dirt to pull himself onto his hands and knees , and then clumsily back onto his feet .
‘ but . . i still . . hope you find peace . or make your own . . but not like this . ’ HE’S OUT OF BREATH , tired , but he still keeps picking himself up AGAIN & AGAIN in desperate attempts to make kacchan realise he won’t stop until he comes home . ‘ this isn’t the path you want to go down , kacchan . . this isn’t you ! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A HERO ! both of us !! ’ PLEASE ! can’t you see how hard he’s trying ? ‘ you can come back ! ’
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It had been a long time since Monoma had attended any sort of fashion-related event with his family, but the air crackled with bitterness and tension, just like he remembered. Very few people could hold grudges like those in the arts, and hell hath no fury like a model scorned. After all, when you were the art, judgement and rivalry came all the more as an attack on your persons.
And at this level, wealth just made it all the more palpable. Gossip was an industry in its own right. And normally, he'd be thriving in that sort of environment; but it was so, entirely, totally different when his family was involved. It seemed to suck all the fun out of mischief, because no matter what he said or did, his parents would find a way to one-up his petty villainy.
So he was largely flitting through the edges of the crowd, watching and judging each suit seam and gesture.
Boring, dull, Bakugou, boring--
Bakugou? Certainly he was mistaken. He had to be. He was hoping he was. His own suit suddenly felt uncomfortably warm, as if the impending embarrassment was already upon him. And despite his hoping, he can also see a certain gentleman with too-blond hair smiling and laughing in front of Bakugou, the idiocy spilling from which he was sure was unmatched by anything Bakugou dealt with at U.A, even from him.
By the time he's pushing through the crowd, it's clear they're actually conversing and not just painfully adjacent, a light but sharp voice sliding over the noise of the party like a skater on ice.
"Wait, so are you really Mitsuki's kid? That's so crazy, I didn't think that designer had actually married her! Are you sure?"