[🤝] for Sender to take Receiver's hand without warning.
Meme || x || Accepting!! @rockhardhero
Non-sexual touch meme
He had been going on about something that annoyed him. It really wasn't hard to annoy him to begin with. What he hadn't noticed was his hand being seized, until there was a light squeeze around it. A flush instantly flared on his face, involuntarily giving a squeeze back. His mind was completely derailed.
「 OOPS 」 + 「 CHIME 」 : for sender to "accidentally" (but in reality, purposely) send receiver a risqué image. (to Bakugou)
𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍/𝐒𝐅𝐖 … [x] // @rockhardhero
「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.
「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.
The way he quickly threw his phone to the side after opening the message. Kirishima wasn't that much of an idiot, was he? Scratch that. He absolutely was. Flushing over having to retrieve his phone, taking another look at the photo before deleting it. He got enough bearings to text back.
[Txt: Kiri]: 'The rocks have taken over your brain.'
[Txt: Kiri]: 'You're lucky that didn't get sent to anyone else.'
Send Kabedon to force my muse against a wall [x] // @rockhardhero
For once, the red head caught him off guard. "This isn't the place to be doing things like this. I'll blast your ass off if anyone sees." Despite his words, no explosions came. His face getting quite a little flush to it, trying to hide it as he glared daggers into him.
Send "COLLARED" for my muse's reaction to your muse putting a collar on them. [x]
"You know I fucking hate this thing! I'm not wearing it." Once again, ripping the pet tag from his neck and tossing it to the side. He wasn't no god damn pet, and he certainly wasn't going to listen to this idiot. There was enough for him to deal with after accumulating so much debt. But this is where he drew the line.
Fists tighten as hard as his teeth sank into his bottom lip, trying to focus on the self-inflicted pain instead of nervousness. This was his last chance. He had transferred to and from so many other hero schools and if UA could not help him master his power, then no one could. Nathanaël stood before the door marked 1-A, waiting for Mr. Aizawa’s signal before entering.
Once his class settled down, the professor glanced at the paperwork then at his students. “Listen up. As you all know, today’s the day we’re getting a transfer student for our class. I’m pretty sure you’re all very excited to meet him and all that.” He gestured towards the door with two fingers, telling the young redhead to come in. “He’s from overseas so try not to scare him.”
Nathanaël immediately felt sick, the damn nerves fidgeting inside him. It was just the first day, it should have been alright but he remembered he already had experienced many other ‘first days.’ Due to his ability nearly fatally wounding his classmates, he faced expulsions but his official records always stated a transfer to a more suitable school, better equipped for ‘unstable’ students. It kept happening to the point where the transfers stemmed from him refusing to use his quirk, rendering him useless if he wanted to rescue people.
Moving to Japan was his final hope.
He took a deep breath, knowing he was the root of his problems, not the quirk. Nathanaël had to make this work or else be nothing but a liability, watching from the sidelines. Another breath and he entered in stride, trying to mask his concern under false confidence. He stood before his new classmates, teal eyes darting from one unfamiliar face to another. They seemed friendly enough, some waved and smiled which eased his previous anxiety. He even spotted a fellow redhead to which he grinned at.
“Introduce yourself already.”
“Oh, right. S-sorry, Mr. Aizawa.” A few tinges of red dusted his cheeks, trying to remain cool. It should have been second nature by now to say hello to everyone. He hid his face as much as he could with a bow. “I’m Nathanaël Kurtzberg and I’m pleased to meet all of you.”
The silence soon after felt unnecessary and heavy, as if Nathanaël was supposed to add more. Instead of commenting on the boy’s reluctance for more information, Aizawa sighed softly. “Just take your seat behind Midoriya and we’ll get started.”
A nod though, he didn’t move. None of them had said their names. How would he to know who was who? “Um, which one is Midoriya?”
“Are you for real?!” A louder voice, one Nathanaël visibly flinched at, suddenly rang. “It’s the only empty desk in the entire classroom!”
Not even five minutes in and the new kid managed to piss someone off. “S-sorry.”
Like hell he was going to go along with all this. The tag around his neck being pulled in, far closer than he wanted to be with any of the student body. How his life changed hard from just a few days ago. Was he overly arrogant and cocky, yes. Did he deserve this treatment, no. At least in his eyes he didn’t. “Fuck off!” He exclaimed, reaching up, grasping the chain, and pulling it until it broke off.
Shoving the others away from him, he breathed out heavily, gaining some of his composure before speaking again. “Let this be known, Katsuki Bakugou is not some pet to be pushed around!” Now did his arrogant and cocky attitude lead him down this path, yes. But did he deserve this type of treatment, absolutely not. Or at least in his mind he didn’t. This was just a stepping stone, a little bump in the road before he was back on top where he was before.
“Mmmm you should know your place, Pup. You know even the wildest of horses can be broken with the right tamer.”
Just as his head moved to see who would dare speak back him, his body collided with the wall, fixed in place as he looked up. One of his wrists had been sieged, forced above his head, if only to help keep him in place. “Act out like that again, and the council will just add more to your debt. Or maybe you wanted to be a House pet for your entire school life? You’re enough of a brat to be one.”
Fingers curled in tightly, using all his restraint not to lash back. The debt...it only continued to grow for every rule he continued to break. “The debt’s being worked on.” He grumbled out, not bothering to look him in the eyes as he spoke.
“Look at how easy this was. You’re learning fast.” He patronized him, slowly releasing his hold and stepping away. “Breaking that tag is going to cost you again. So you better find a way to wear it properly, or suffer more of your debt.”
It brought him comfort, but only fueled him further knowing Kirishima was very much on the same page as him. Hand gripped at his shirt again, pulling it in more, if that was even possible, while the other moved to grab a handful of fabric on his back. The thought of letting this dumb rock leave him right now, only made him hold on tighter, needlingly and none to lightly pressing back against him. His mind cursed at him for not keeping it together, for giving in in such an area that anyone could walk in a see them. And at the same time, he didn't care enough to make it stop.
Heavy breath could be heard as the other spoke, his own words he wanted to speak being instantly drowned out by another pair. All he could do was give a content hum against him, using what strength he had and leverage to give him another pull towards him, making sure he knew he was still the one that started this, so don't go running away too much with it.