#stunbolts

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stunbolts replied to your post “Truth? (Who are the prettiest boys you know?) Or dare? (Kiss the...”

Screw you, I'm beautiful.

Beautiful is a strong word.

Attractive though, sure. Just not pretty per say.

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@stunbolts continued from here

Shinsou was surprised that the lightening bolt was indeed natural. Many heroes would alter their look for the sake of their brand, trying to catch the public’s eye. “I wonder if it’s because of you’re quirk.” After all it was a huge coincidence that the shape just happened to be a lightening bolt.

Shinsou raised an eyebrow at the other’s comment about having pictures on his phone specifically in case someone asked. “You’d have to be really insecure to lie about something so petty. I believe you.” Who would lie about something as insignificant as hair?

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Being the romantic nerd that he is, Denki has flowers delivered to Bakugou's house over break. A whole cheesy spiel: card, a few roses, some tulips. It's all pretty gay.

The first mistake he makes is handing over the pretty bouquet to his mother, wrongfully assuming the arrangement to be a gift from one of her clients. It’s not uncommon for gratitude to show up in bloom on his door step for that very reason, after all. He’d stopped reading the notes that came with them when he was ten. That, really, is his second mistake.

His mother hollers from the kitchen, amusement present in the sing-song voice she uses to summon him back. “ Katuski, these aren’t for me. You’re keeping secrets, you little shit! ”

Surprise furrows his brows, one hand reaching to reclaim the flowers while the other rudely gestures to his mother to fuck off.

He plucks the card from between the blooms where it rests and reads over it twice. Denki. Heat flares up in his cheeks, the same pretty red as the roses tucked between each tulip. It’s enough that his mother doesn’t question him further and honestly — that’s worse. Never again will Bakugou have to wonder after what being courted feels like. He might have to punch Denki in the face for this. With his mouth. 

At least one time for each pretty, stupid flower.

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    the common room is empty at this time of night, most of the students from class 1-a are either studying in their rooms or getting ready for bed — but kirishima can’t bring himself to move off of the couch he’d been in the past two hours. today hadn’t been a particularly good day for him, especially during their quirk training. thus far, he hadn’t been able to figure out a way to use his quirk as anything be defense which had been hard enough considering every opponent he’d been up against had easily been able to beat him down. not only is he upset from losing in three consecutive practice matches in a row, but also exhausted from his quirk being beaten down.

      kirishima’s head lulls back against the back of the couch cushions, a tired sigh escaping his lips as red eyes stare at the ceiling tiles above him. something is going to have to change, but right now it’s not the scenery around him because he can barely move his torso without being in pain. maybe i bruised something? he asks himself, as he beings counting the number of ceiling tiles and trying to forget the fact that he has classical japanese assignments upstairs he has to do.

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    He’s judging you so hard right now. He hopes the judging stare will burrow through your soul and make you feel disappointed in yourself.

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     “Why do grocery stores always feel like they’re in a completely different plane of existence at night? It’s so weird; I feel like we’re about to be attacked by some hideous inter-dimensional space demon in the cold meats section.” 

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stunbolts said: It's me, isn't it. I'm hard to resist.

"Guys its been figured out! I have a crush on this nerd! Go on a date with me please!" You can hear the sarcasm and joking tones from miles away.

[izukusdeku]

@stunbolts liked for a starter!

 “Denki!” Izuku laughs, catching the other boy’s arm in a light grip- just to get his attention. His hand is dropped only moments later, once their eyes meet and a laugh bubbles from his throat, coloring his cheeks and causing his dimples to become rather prominent.  

 “Your costume looks great! Almost makes me wish I’d thought of something more creative than a ghost.” He admits good naturedly, still looking rather excited in his own ensemble. The whole thing had been made from hand, and while it didn’t look the best it was their spirit that mattered more than the quality of their costume. 

 Well, unless there was a competition that is! 

Still, Midoriya looks content with himself as he glances towards the other boy, his grin now replaced with a fond smile. 

 “So, are you here with Kirishima or some friends? I mean, I know everyone is around here somewhere, but-” Izuku looks almost sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck as he talks. 

 “I don’t want to keep you if someone’s waiting on you.”