#minisheku

[dynyamight]

Bnha is such a romantic story, in a lot of ways. What a charm. 😌💝

bnha looks like a shoujo, with all these cherry blossoms surrounding bakugou & midoriya

[noticemedeku]

Oh, i remember, i had a dream about you. Yesterday, i think. It was quite funny, too.

wahhhh a dream about me 😭?? omg i was being super silly in woolly’s dream c:

[beboppop]

I love, any excuse to interact with Mutuals extensively, and, if you want to talk more, you can call me anytime. 🌹🌹

!!!!!!!!! Me too!! I love even just seeing a like on a post LOL, I’ll take ur suggestion to heart >:) ❤️❤️❤️

[bamsara]

I have been meaning to ask, what are your feelings, about the found family trope, with non-human creatures (in general)? Have you, written original concepts for it before (or is currently writting)?

I am writing the plot for an original webtoon-ish series right now actually!

I absolutely love the found family trope especially when it involves a non-human creature or entity. Think: Lilo and Stitch, How to Train Your Dragon, ect

[bakugou-klancey-lance]

I AM truly blessed to be a part of this community, so, i invite you to a date. 🌹

A date of bakuangst 🍾

[chixxly]

I don't know, if that is just my faulty brain speaking, but; Always, when we are having a look at Midoriya's thoughts on others, when Bakugou is included, he is placed in a way, where the first focus of the panel is on him. Is it, because i am too biased? Or is something done on purpose, and others could notice, as well?

Hmm... I actually noticed this but never had the patience to speak on it

Izuku always has Bakugou up-front and in his mind at all times. Does this mean that he has a brain-rot of Bakugou? Most certainly he cannot get his mind off him.

Seriously? ._. Dude he had to remind himself to not think of him. This is just obsessed behavior, very fruity. Like make it less obvious you are in love with him please. 

Fr they make me homophobic because they are constantly thinking about each other. So I do believe that Bakugou is always up-front in his mind. No matter what, I take no criticism oihoiahso- 

[bakugoukatsuki-rising]

A tiny he, for you.

AAAAA MY BEAUTIFUL BUTTERCUP THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕

He is so precious and I love him so much!!

[thatpinkbetch]

Woooooo I wrote a littol drabble, just a tiny little thing, but a thing nonetheless. I would like to dedicate this one to @minisheku (beloved) a dearest sheepie 🐑, a wonderful friend, and beautiful soul, the artist of my profile pic, who gives us incredible art all the time, and who I would like to give something back in return 🥺👉🏻👈🏻💖💖💖

I hope you like contextless bkdk smooches 😘💖💖💖

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"Deku." Midoriya blinked, staring at the gloved hand held up before him, like a motionless wave. In those intense eyes he saw meaning, a statement left unsaid. Take it.

Such a command felt foreign coming from Kacchan, as if he were staring at an illusion, or even a dream.

Yet, obediently, his own hand rose up, like a mirror, drifting closer to his own reflection, hesitant, unsure. But Kacchan closed that distance for them, grabbing hold of him, fingers lacing between his own, and for a moment, time stopped; Midoriya waited forever for that next second, to know what would happen next.

He blinked through eternity, and was pulled forward, suddenly nothing existing between the two of them, an arm wrapped around his back holding him firmly in place, and a hand tethering him to reality. He'd been this close to Kacchan before, in practice, in battle, as breathless as every other time, but now, it felt as though the other were stealing his breath from him.

And yet, closer still he came, eyes bigger than Midoriya remembered, endless pools of that familiar red ready to swallow him whole, before disappearing behind blonde lashes that were unnoticeable at any greater distance. And soft, soft, a gentle touch against his lips, softer than he'd known anyone could be, and everything around them ceased to exist as well.

Kacchan's...kissing me?

His face had flamed up as the realization settled within him, his heart racing in his chest, and yet every beat distinct, and rising up into his throat. Kacchan's face was hard to take in so close, just a mixture of blurring skin and flickering lashes, eyes masked over and emotion caged behind invisible bars, filtered through yearnings for days long gone, and impossible futures turned into todays.

And slowly, slowly, Midoriya's eyes slid close, a gentle sigh escaping him as he settled in those arms.

Kacchan's...kissing me......finally...

Feeling his own lashes flutter against the other's cheek, Midoriya clasped the grip in his own, his fingers slipping into place between Kacchan's, fitting perfectly.

Tenderness laced through the kiss, in how their mouths moved, the way they held each other, and in Kacchan himself. His gentleness felt like an apology, a bandage over an invisible wound. And at the same time it was a confession, a wordless whisper against his lips, a promise for a just as gentle tomorrow.

Acceptance, reciprocation, a conversation without words. Talking had never worked between them anyway. Midoriya swallowed down every word the other boy didn't say, keeping them all for himself, somewhere deep inside of his chest, a place that only Kacchan knew.

Safe, safe, safe, they were safe there, he was safe, in his childhood friend's arms.