#of trying

[fretfulwitch]

I’m drowning, but I’m going under so gracefully that they think I’m floating

[azucanela]

01:37AM 

If it had been anyone else, the deafening silence might’ve been awkward. But it was Bakugou standing before Y/N, eyes fixated on what they held in their hand— which was extended outwards towards him. 

There’s a smile on their face, maybe even a look of pride as they say, “after years of trying, I finally learnt how to make friendship bracelets.” They tilt their head, absently drawing their brows together, “technically Mina taught me how to do it and it took several hours but...”

The bracelet itself has his signature colors, matching that of his hero costume. Green, orange, black. Likely an odd combination of colors to anyone aside from the students of the hero course, but easily recognizable to Bakugou and anyone in Class 1A.

Bakugou himself has about a million questions. How did Y/N decide they were gonna make him a friendship bracelet? Did Mina tease them? Would Mina tease him? Was he the only one who got a bracelet? More importantly, was Deku getting a friendship bracelet as well?

And yet, no words leave his mouth. Instead, the look of confusion on his face likely does all the talking. “Right.” Y/N mumbles out, a small laugh escaping them, “I shouldn’t have expected you to wear it, sorry.” 

They’re about to retract their hand when Bakugou suddenly snatches the bracelet right from out of their palm, huffing as he shoves it into his pocket. “With my quirk, I’ll destroy the thing instantly. It’s stupid that you even made it in the first place.”

Despite his words, a smirk found its way onto Y/N’s face, “but you still took the bracelet.” They lean in closer to Bakugou, invading his personal space in a way that was practically a death wish for almost any other classmate, “I’m starting to think maybe you do enjoy my company.”

“Trust me, I don’t.”

A week later, Y/N sees him using a rather familiar bracelet as a bookmark when they burst into his room unannounced one morning. 

[unstblex-blog]

• There is nothing prettier than a city at 5 am with its empty streets and cold wind.

[giggleshit]

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[brhan]

I'm tired

[rocket-angel]

kinda tired

[d-e-w-p]

vent

why is it every time i speak everything goes quiet?

Like a thrown stone in a lake? and only when i disappear again when i remove any trace of myself my words my thoughts all becomes right again? I often see people say not to look down on yourself But it gets harder and harder when it seems my words and thoughts and feelings have no place are not wanted. I'm doing my best but i don't know what else to do when i may as well not be at all