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@ofdualism / grumpy/sunshine trope prompts!

" don't go. please? just... we can share the bed. i just don't want to be alone right now, if you don't mind... " (tomura to dabi)

  well that was...new. that wasn’t something he normally did, staying. if he didn’t know better, he’d even dare to say the terribly soft voice that slipped from the boss’s lips wasn’t Tomura at all. part of him considers rolling his eyes and gathering his clothes, tucking away into the room that was considered ‘his’ here in this hideout, but he doesn’t. 

  fuck, he’s gone soft, hasn’t he?

  ❝  guess it can’t hurt,  ❞  he muses somewhat dismissively to save his pride. the pride he most certainly doesn’t hold onto for long, curling up against Tomura’s back and burying scarred skin into his hair. Tomura doesn’t smell nice, per say  (  not that Dabi does either, he reeks of cigarette smoke  )  but he’d smelled worse, so this is a comforting improvement.  ❝  but you’re sharing the fucking pillow. I don’t give a shit what you do, I ain’t sleeping on this fucking bed without a pillow.  ❞

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  ❝  Todoroki-kun?  ❞

  when Rin had told him he was fine to drop by whenever, even on the Sunday mornings he had the workshop mostly to himself, he hadn’t expected the hero student to actually do it. Todoroki had always been a bit of enigma, cold and calculating when they’d first met, but had softened, warmed since they’d begun working together.

  shifting his coffee to his other hand, he glances down and spots the familiar briefcase between Todoroki’s fingers. his hero suit, of course. maybe a repair? or an adjustment; after all, Todoroki was bound to keep growing a bit more, right?

  ❝  come on in, nobody else is here,  ❞  he offers once he manages to unlock the door while precariously balancing his coffee.  ❝  what’s up?  ❞

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@ofdualism sent in 🌼 (baku to shoto) 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 — send 🌼 for your muse to find mine resting in a field of flowers.

It had been a long day, and he was tired.

It was something he saw often, and yet it never got any easier. Watching someone die and being unable to do anything about it was....frustrating. In an all consuming, soul burning type of way.

But dwelling on it did nothing, got him nowhere. But he couldn't get his mind to quiet down, to stop all the whisperings of doubt that you could have done something, there is always a way.

He sighs, and lets his eyes fall shut. The flowers beneath him were cool, a welcome feeling against his overheating skin. He had overdone it again, had used too much too fast and hadn't given himsef time to cool off, and he found the steam rolling off of his left side almost comical.

It was peaceful here, a welcome distraction from the chaos of the day. The sun was just beginning to set, and the gentle light highlighted the tops of the wildflowers that rose just above his vision. Streaks of purple and orange and red hung ovrehead, and he felt his body relaxing until suddenly, from behind him, a shadow stepped into his view.

"Bakugo?" he asks. SHouto is surprised to see the other hero here, but he is too tired to even feign embarassment, so he decides to just be blunt. "What are you doing here?"

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SHARED HEADCANON WITH : @ofdualism’s Shouto

Dabi refers to Shouto as “peppermint,” which sounds sweet, but it’s not because it’s solely a jab at Shouto’s hair color. despite that, it does become a gentle term of endearment over the course of knowing each other.

still kinda wants to kill the little shit, though.

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me: ok give me ur muse orientations Banette: okay, katsuki's omni, shouto's demi, kiri's bi, tomura's demi, keigo's gay me: I hope you know that means I gotta just write 'homo' bc the others just say like 'bi' and 'demi' Banette: write gay me: no, no calling him homo is way funnier

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@ofdualism / grumpy/sunshine trope prompts!

" admit it. you had FUN today! " (hawks to ryo)

  ❝  you dragged me to a club and now you’re saying it was fun?  ❞

  not that time out wasn’t enjoyable, and time with people other than his coworkers was far and in between, but clubbing is not exactly Ryo’s scene. he wonders if, somewhere in Hawks’s heteromorph kinship brain, he’d forgotten that Ryo isn’t the acceptable kind of heteromorph. he’s still bigger than most of the standard people they’re around, and people are much more scared of Ryo than they are of Hawks.

  ❝  it was...appreciated, but I don’t know if it was necessarily fun.  ❞

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  ❝ hey, fuck you, handjob. ❞

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  ❝  not to be that person,  ❞  Yuuri muses, looking down at the girl in front of him, one petaled eyebrow raised,  ❝  but you shouldn’t touch things if you don’t know what they are.  ❞

  not that he’d usually stop people from learning from the phrase ‘look, don’t touch,’ but if this girl did end up sticking her hand on that plant, they’d close the whole section of the botanic garden down and then he’d have to find something else to do for the day. consciously, he glances to the plant and allows his quirk to subtly move the plant away from her fingers.

  ❝  it’s cicuta maculata. if you want plants you can touch, go find another section to be a doll in.  ❞