22 y/o. Personal blog. The fandoms I'm in are Amnesia, Diabolik Lovers, Yuri!!! on Ice, Makai Ouiji, Bungou Stray Dogs, Isekai Shoukudo, Doki Doki Literature Club, Danganronpa, Identity V, Kimetsu no Yaiba, and Boku no Hero Academia.
genshin boys Ă reader; reader's pronouns aren't specified.
modern au!headcanons of what aether, albedo, chongyun, diluc, gorou, kazuha, thoma, xiao, and venti would order on a bbt date with their s/o.
for my dear dumbo octopus @koriyue!!! congrats on 1k my love, you deserve it and so so so much more! âĄ
⧠â â aether !
drinks: honeydew milk tea & peach green tea. 100% sugar, regular ice.
sinkers: aloe jellies or boba.
he's gone on bubble tea runs with friends before, so fear not with the terminology manual and flavors menu! while he isn't the most adventurous with which flavors and toppings he picks, aether's definitely got his regulars down.
he usually opts for refreshing, revitalizing drinks. sometimes, it's tedious for him to get a boost throughout the day, so a tea stop is just what he needs when he's low on energy.
"how often would i go and get bubble tea? sometimes once every week, but most likely every other. my wallet's a bit empty, so thankfully work-study gives me some extra cash. but my dorm is close to the on-campus store, so let me know if you want me to pick you up, and we can get some together!"
is definitely the type to try out and memorize your favorite drinks! after all, he wants to get to know you better, why you like certain things, and he wants to make memories with you. besides, if you're busy in a certain week, drinking one of your favorite orders will make him feel as if you're right there with him.
if the two of you want to take cute pictures together when you're out, he's also open to dressing up. just like his drinks, he's got casual looks down, however would definitely like it if you wanted to dress him up! aether will take notes on styling, and from then on, even suggest different themes the two of you might want to match in for pictures.
probably the most academically absorbed student you've ever met, albedo is too uninterested with socials to have ever gone out for bubble tea on his own. so, when you take him to the shop, he's more akin to a fish out of water than a human.
he'll ask you (or the cashier, depending on how social he feels) questions about flavoring. most likely, you'll have to get him a separate menu to hold in his hands so he can read up on each drink, and mull over what he wants to sample.
albedo takes his time, carefully looking up how ingredients will taste on his phone, and it's cute â cute that he's so invested in both the experience, the date, and the learning aspect of exploring new territory. once in a while, he catches your gaze in his own, and holds it tenderly. albedo doesn't bother looking away, since he somehow knows you won't either; a corner of his lip quirks, and he's thankfully handing the menu back to the registrar when he goes to order for the two of you.
he opts for something safe, with a bit of caffeine in it to keep him going. nothing too strong or too sweet because the only sweet he needs is you.
"thisâ this is . . . chewy? the boba looked soft behind the counter, although i suppose that it's not engaging if it melts instantaneously in your mouth. it reminds me of licorice. hm? yes, i do like it. it's a new experience with you. i rather like new experiences with you."
unfortunately, albedo doesn't make a habit of restaurant-eating often. most likely, the instances you do go out to eat will involve pre-made plans, not impulsive ones. but he's more susceptible to your boba propaganda on study dates, so do with that information what you will!
he's had the pleasure experience of being dragged accompanied by xiangling and xingqiu on previous boba runs. they made sure to go over which drinks would be healthy for his condition, and which he should avoid â so needless to say, he won't be having copious amounts of sugar, or other strong drinks.
chongyun always has a certain look on his face when you go in to order with him. it's a bit dispirited, misplaced on his cute face, and therefore obvious; when you ask him why he looks so down, he'll get slightly blushy, and begin stuttering his words.
"o-oh, well . . . i want to be able to enjoy the things you do. what i mean to say is that . . . i want to taste the drink that makes you spend so much monâ erm, makes you so happy, too. so i can learn more about you, and maybe make it for you one day . . . xiangling will supervise me when i do! ah? what do you mean it'd be better if she isn't involved . . . "
gradually, chongyun will take it upon himself to drink sweeter, bolder flavors. while you vehemently discourage him, since both of you know how sensitive his condition is, it seems as if he's grown a helmet over his head and refuses to budge at your cautions. however, he's always got this soft smile on his face that can even rival the tenderness of clouds.
he's content, you soon realize, although the reality settles awkwardly in your chest. the flush on chongyun's face deepens after each, new drink.
following each downed cup, he'll give you a reassuring squeeze of your pinkies, grinning. "xingqiu will surely give me other recommendations to try out â ! huh? you're saying that's a bad idea? something about 'tricks'?"
⧠â â diluc !
drinks: black, honey, green, or jasmine milk tea. 50% sugar, no ice.
sinkers: boba (50%).
when you first mention "tea store", diluc assumes that you're referring to, well, tea stores. ones with herbs, leaves, and cups to steep tea bags into and sample them. what he's not expecting to hear about are . . . gummies? orbs akin to gummies, with chewiness and flavor, and . . . smoothies?
he's got this bemused, curious look on his face. what you're describing, he soon learns, is boba, or bubble tea. apparently it's popular among the other university students, and you're eager to take him on a bubble tea run for a quick outing.
what you're describing sounds interesting â especially the bit when you elaborate on different beverages that can go along with boba, and the variety of it all. your enthusiasm convinces him, and within the next few minutes, he's driving you to your usual stop.
diluc takes care to comb over the menu carefully, and inquire about different components of a drink when needed. "and this one, is it bitter? oh, okay . . . is there anything you would recommend? i trust your word, so long as it isn't about the borrowing period of my coats. haha, i jest. keep them for as long as you'd like."
he gravitates to the classic flavors for milk tea. specifically which ones (such as black, green, honey, and jasmine) depend on his mood, and whether or not he gets the inkling that you'd like to sip on some of his. it's mostly the latter, and he'll request for the flavor that compliments the taste of your order.
comforting hair ruffles. reserved, gentle smiles. a bottomless wallet. a boba run with diluc is always a joy.
once upon a time, gorou had ventured into a bubble tea store with friends, and came out of it with a heaping stack of egg pudding. ever since, he's been eager to accompany anyone and everyone on whatever boba outings they take.
the first time you hint your experience with bubble tea, gorou is quick on the uptake, a light in his eyes twinkling and his expression lifting. soon, you're both divulging in which flavors you like, and your favorite stores. the usually straight-laced, attentive gorou is now an eager puppy.
oh, yeah. he's down bad. for you, of course, and an extra treat.
the shop that gorou accompanies you to is one of his favorites. the egg pudding here, he explains through an uncontained grin, is the best in the entire city. if you'd want to try it, that is; he's knowledgeable about the other sinkers and flavors that are available, but there's something . . . munchy about egg pudding specifically that he adores. gorou even requests for less sugar in his drink so that he can more easily enjoy the egg pudding flavoring.
he'll also offer to take pictures with you! after all, he's just found out that he can connect with you over his fixation with bubble tea, and wants to commemorate the realization. always wants to have your face in those pictures, even if you're hiding behind your hands or your drink.
"isn't it neat? this store even gives out stamp-cards for rewards if you come back regularly. we have . . . oh! two more orders until a freebie. do you want to come back again tomorrow?"
calm, mild, and comforting. it's no surprise that kazuha's regular orders reflect his personality. when you first realize this, you can't help but laugh a bit. by your side, his cheeks lift and he's giving you a wry smile.
"is there something on your mind that you'd like to share? i don't suppose that you're out of money already . . . haha! i can be mean if i want to. but sincerely, i'm glad you're enjoying yourself on a day out. let me know if you want to go out and do something else today, alright?"
his fingers brush against yours, and soon, they're intertwining. after being tugged along with gorou on one too many boba runs, kazuha adapted a solid foundation for his orders. occasionally, he'll deviate from his regulars: like when beidou suggested smoothies instead of milk teas, or even the egg pudding sinkers that gorou is so fond of.
he admits to himself, though, that he's more interested in testing out the flavors that you enjoy. he commits your favorites to memory in the event that he'll surprise you with bubble tea on your time off from classes; you light up like a bulb, all gushy and excited at his tender thinking. just reminiscing about it renders kazuha giddy, although he isn't one to outwardly show it.
there's an exam coming up, he muses as you leave the store. kazuha brainstorms what he could do to cheer you up through the tedious studying process, and settles on a lunch date following your exam. or, hm . . . he can drop by the store and hand-boil some boba, and mix a few drinks. perhaps you'd like cuddling on the couch, watching a movie together, with bubble tea on-hand. the one that isn't already laced with his, of course.
⧠â â thoma !
drinks: brown sugar milk tea. 100% sugar, no ice.
sinkers: boba.
he's . . . basic? no, no way. there's no way his friends would call him that, not when brown sugar has been considered a classic by pretty much every student on campus â
thoma conceals his wounded pride, hugging it close to his chest, as you suppress a chuckle. the registrar has this gaze on their face that's nothing short of concerned â why is a customer clutching his stomach when he hasn't even tried a drink yet? you give them an apologetic look, mumbling under your breath about the dramatics of your boyfriend; thoma perks up, begrudging, as he still follows through with his order.
"i mean â if i like the drink, then i like it. no shame in that, but hearing yoimiya call me . . . " thoma sighs, dejected, resting his forehead on your shoulder for comfort. you get the inkling that he isn't actually upset, but is instead playing it up for dramatics. you run your fingers through his hair, soothing, but can't manage to suppress your smile.
"hey, do you think there are other flavors i should try? brown sugar is so . . . energizing, though. sweet and savory. just," thoma draws away, eyes all suddenly playful and beaming, "like. you!" he taps a finger to your nose following each word. gone is the self-conscious thoma, and here's the lively boyfriend you know.
after receiving your orders, you both trail out of the store. thoma indulges in a long sip, sighing contentedly when finished. he looks towards you, expectant.
"want some? it's got some kick in it today â no, that doesn't mean you can kick me, can i get some creditâ "
although it isn't obvious by how xiao carries himself â with drawn shoulders, a sharp gaze, and intimidating presence â he's got quite the bubble tea palette under his belt. he first approached you about various date ideas one afternoon, gaze piercing, with his typical even voice.
"there's a new flavor out," he starts, and you blink twice once you realize he's referring to the local bubble tea store. "and i want you to try it with me. this can be a break from your studying, if you want to go with me."
watching xiao order is another experience in itself. he seems to know what he wants before the two of you even step into the store, having deliberated within himself during the ride over. there's a sure, natural flow to his words, as if he's come here many times before.
even the staff seem to recognize him; seeing xiao with relaxed shoulders, a type of calm wash over his face, is . . . it kindles a warmth in your chest that's not at all bothersome despite the heat.
"do you like it? if not, i can ask for a different drink. don't worry about paying me back."
straight to the point, as always. although he appears to be preoccupied with his drink, you catch his gaze drifting back to you every so often. calculating, alert irises skim over your visage, inspecting. under the table, you nudge your knee against his, and grin. don't worry, relax, you seem to say. it's always amazing with you.
"hey, hey! have you tried this one out before? it looks tasty . . . 'popping'? think xinyan mentioned this one before, she said it was . . . i'll take extra popping, please!"
his blood sugar level can't be normal. that's not possible, you (nor any of your other friends when you all go together) refuse to believe it. yet venti maintains this carefree, devious attitude about him. he calls back to you, tilting his head to the side as you gawk at his order. the cashier merely shrugs, rings up your total, and calls the next customer up.
venti's hand slips into your grasp when you're out of the line, cheekily squeezing your palm, as you wait for your orders to finish. he gushes about all of the plans he has to tend to this week, including carpooling for his floormates, and his theatricalities resurface. momentarily weary, he sinks into your shoulder, absentmindedly twiddling his fingers in loose strands of your hair.
"mm. maybe i should've gotten a different milk tea this time," he mumbles softly, drawing away once your order is called. he comes back with drinks in hand, already downing his before your cup even reaches your hand.
"it's so good! what does yours taste like? smells . . . smells simple. ah? that's rude to say aloud? sorry, sorry â but i don't mean that in a bad way. it's memorable. whenever i come here and pick it out from," venti makes swirling motions with his spare hand, "whatever they do with drinks in the back, i'll remember you. it's going to get busy for me soon, so i'll make sure to order surprise drinks for you when i'm not around. money comes easy when you're a talented artist, don't worry~!"
a/n; this was posted yesterday night but I ended up editing and reposting here since I didnât like how it turned out the first time
taglist: @dragonempress123
It seemed to face the whole eternal world for an instant-
The next day, youâre waiting in your lab after school - while itâs normally easy for you to get lost in the details, to forget about timeâs relentless passage, today, youâre anxiously looking at the clock every fifteen minutes, even though you set an alarm. Itâs becoming harder to brush off the comments of your classmates passing through - and you were even more thrown off earlier, when someone commented that you gave off the energy of a schoolgirl anticipating her first date.
⊠Right.Â
Youâve already pulled out all the prototypes of the designs you sent him last night - though honestly, youâre not even sure if theyâll work. They work in theory, youâve tested them under ideal (and not-so-ideal) conditions, and even with other quirks, but never with his - which was a stupid decision, considering they were expressly designed for his quirk and his fighting style.Â
Unfortunately for you, the moment a shadow crosses the door and you look up, you manage to drop the box of screws you were holding, out of sheer surprise.Â
Incredible, Y/N. He had an appointment, heâs perfectly on time, and you still managed to be startled into making a wonderfully competent first impression.
Youâre torn between greeting him and diving under the table to clean up the mess youâve made in an otherwise relatively organized workspace, never to resurface, but you settle for⊠both. Quite possibly, the worst possible option.
â... Hi.âÂ
Youâre all too aware of what it looks like - some ditzy doe-eyed girl, kneeling in a freshly made mess of the lab she supposedly calls home, hair messily put up in a low bun thatâs falling apart more every minute, just like her confidence in this meeting, hands scrambling to sweep up the stray screws threatening to roll away and towards his feet. Yikes.
He shoves his hands into his pockets, and stares down at you, obvious doubt starting to bubble up in those carmine eyes.
You pick up the pieces a little faster, scooping up screws and tossing them back into the box at an almost inhuman speed.
â... tch.â
You look up in time to see him cast a reproachful glance around the room - though, you barely skip a beat, tossing the last of the (visible) pieces back into the box before you stand back up, carefully placing the box on the nearest table.
âHi, um, sorry about that. Iâm -â
â- I know your name, I got the email. Listen, shitty extra, Iâm just here because I was curious about what you sent me last night. Can you actually make them or not?â
Right, the attachments. Of course. Heâs not interested in you, youâre just the gatekeeper to what he really wants.Â
You take a deep breath, but try to mask it. âI have more if you want, or we can try the designs youâve already seen first.â
As you walk over to the shelf where you keep the prototypes meant for him stored, though, you notice him start to follow you, taking in the sight of all the wires and test tubes and computers around the room.
As you start pulling up files, though, he speaks up behind you in that same viciously casual voice you occasionally hear in the hallways in passing -Â
âHow long would it take you to make the wave interference device?âÂ
Straight to the point - noted. You turn around.
âUm, Iâm not really sure. Iâd have to measure the average strength of your explosions to calculate how much interference itâd have to provide, but -â
Seeing his palms start to crackle, you nervously take several steps back, your own voice starting to devolve into a fast-paced squeal -Â
â - but Iâve ballparked the force from what Iâve seen on TV based on debris projectile arcs, and I think this should kind of work?â
You canât seem to pull the container down from the shelf fast enough, hugging it to your chest as you practically run to the nearest open table and plop it down, already almost immersed in setting the device up before you realize heâs staring at you in disbelief, the impatience in those crimson eyes giving way to almost⊠astonishment.Â
â... You already have it⊠done?â
He walks closer for a better look, though you anxiously eye his hands - a fire in the lab would be a nightmare to clean up, even with the help of your quirk. Even if you trust him to not be that hot-headed, everyone knew he had to be restrained at his first Sports Festival awards ceremony, and if he damaged your workspace in any way, youâd be the first to restrain him yourself.
âNot done. I actually havenât made any modifications to this in a while, since most of the calculations for it are gross estimates I havenât been able to confirm.â
Until now, anyway.
Luckily, thereâs still some battery life left in the device, and you grasp it with both hands, holding it out, offering to help him try it. Maybe you shouldnât be so forward, especially with him so unusually quiet, but you canât help but be excited - youâre finally getting to test some of your best work (in your humble opinion).Â
He stares at you with some suspicion for a few moments, but slowly offers out his own arm with another soft click of the tongue - which is all the trust you need anyway.Â
Almost gleefully, you fit the device to his forearm - which should be ideal placement to absorb shock, based on videos youâve seen of his previous fights. Part of you is still worried about how quiet heâs being, but maybe heâs just tired from training, though you doubt that weak explanation.Â
âHow does it work?â
You gently tug on the device, making sure itâs wrapped taut around his arm - though his arms are a bit more muscled than youâd expected. Good to keep in mind for the future.Â
âFor you, it should activate automatically, since itâs triggered by a chemical reaction with the nitroglycerin when itâs ignited⊠want to test it outside?â
Youâre almost bouncing in excitement from the prospect of getting to finally run some real trials with your inventions, especially since he doesnât seem to have negative feedback yet.Â
âIs it too tight?âÂ
He rotates his arm around, flexing and unflexing slightly.Â
âNo.â
He lets his arm fall to his side, though not before crossing and uncrossing his arms - a force of habit, broken only by the foreign object around one arm, you assume.Â
He starts walking towards the door - and itâs only a moment before you follow. He seems to be walking faster, now, and you canât help but let your hopes soar that heâs just as excited to test your work as you are.Â
You pass a few other support students in the hall, but youâre too thrilled to take much note of the knowing looks they give you - and soon enough, youâre finally outside.Â
Still following behind him, you see him take several long strides into the courtyard⊠before he stretches his hand in front of him, at an angle directly facing the sky above the school gates, and youâre about to panic-yell at him to be mindful of the direction of his explosions, butâŠ
Just as the late evening sky detonates in fumes of orange and grey and yellow, you realize - while you saw the explosion, you barely felt it - just a barely-there tremble of the air around you, despite being only a few feet behind him.Â
The realization hits you just as it seems to hit him, and thatâs the first time youâre awed by Bakugou Katsukiâs smile, grinning up at the sky, at his still-outstretched arm, the way light is reflected in those glimmering ruby eyes despite the bright explosion having dissipated already.
oof i was doing school work and got distracted, but itâs srcasticking (previously pieceoftrashingeneral) and now im a kpop account đ€Ą whats changed is now im a mega clown. Also wizardess heart is done and imâ đ„ș im gonna miss it, even though i dont play too much anymore...
oh hey! I see you on the dash a lot but I didnât make the connection haha. I did see WH ended - thereâs so many routes tho??? When I stopped playing there were like,,, 12??? and now thereâs like... 30 ish?? wild
now that part 2 is out.... debating between timeskipping or writing out every interaction they have for true slow burn. like,,,, I have parts I reALLY wanna get to and write... but idk how to get BETWEEN them bc i outlined like five major plot events and zero ways to move between them like a clown!
a/n; probably will rewrite this bc itâs 3 am here and while i really wanted to get something out, iâm not super stoked about how I wrote Bakugou here, yikes. taking constructive criticism bc I need to get my act together asap.
taglist: @dragonempress123
It seemed to face the whole eternal world for an instant-
The next day, youâre waiting in your lab after school - while itâs normally easy for you to get lost in the details, to forget about timeâs relentless passage, today, youâre anxiously looking at the clock every fifteen minutes, even though you set an alarm. Itâs becoming harder to brush off the comments of your classmates passing through - and you were even more thrown off earlier, when someone commented that you gave off the energy of a schoolgirl anticipating her first date.
⊠Right.Â
Youâve already pulled out all the prototypes of the designs you sent him last night - though honestly, youâre not even sure if theyâll work. They work in theory, youâve tested them under ideal (and not-so-ideal) conditions, and even with other quirks, but never with his - which was a stupid decision, considering they were expressly designed for his quirk and his fighting style.Â
Unfortunately for you, the moment a shadow crosses the door and you look up, you manage to drop the box of screws you were holding, out of sheer surprise.Â
Incredible, Y/N. He had an appointment, heâs perfectly on time, and you still managed to be startled into making a wonderfully competent first impression.
Youâre torn between greeting him and diving under the table to clean up the mess youâve made in an otherwise relatively organized workspace, never to resurface, but you settle for⊠both. Quite possibly, the worst possible option.
â... Hi.âÂ
Youâre all too aware of what it looks like - some ditzy doe-eyed girl, kneeling in a freshly made mess of the lab she supposedly calls home, hair messily put up in a low bun thatâs falling apart more every minute, just like her confidence in this meeting, hands scrambling to sweep up the stray screws threatening to roll away and towards his feet. Yikes.
He shoves his hands into his pockets, and stares down at you, obvious doubt starting to bubble up in those carmine eyes.
You pick up the pieces a little faster, scooping up screws and tossing them back into the box at an almost inhuman speed.
â... Hey.â
His voice seems a bit⊠annoyed?Â
Though, you barely skip a beat, tossing the last of the (visible) pieces back into the box before you stand back up, carefully placing the box on the nearest table.
âHi, um, sorry about that. Iâm Y/N.âÂ
You finally dare to make eye contact for more than a fleeting moment, awkwardly shifting your weight around before you blurt out, âYouâre here for the attachments I sent you, right? I have more if you want, or we can try those out firstâŠ?â
It occurs to you immediately after you finish speaking that maybe heâs here to tell you thanks, but no thanks, or perhaps youâre moving too quickly. As you walk over to the shelf where you keep the prototypes meant for him stored, though, you notice him start to follow you, taking in the sight of all the wires and test tubes and computers around the room.
As you start pulling up files, though, he speaks up behind you in that same viciously casual voice you occasionally hear in the hallways in passing -Â
âListen, how long would it take you to make the wave interference device?âÂ
Straight to the point - noted. You turn around.
âUm, Iâm not really sure. Iâd have to measure the average strength of your explosions to calculate how much interference itâd have to provide, but -â
Seeing his palms start to crackle, you nervously take several steps back, your own voice starting to devolve into a fast-paced squeal -Â
â - but Iâve ballparked the force from what Iâve seen on TV based on debris projectile arcs, and I think this should kind of work?â
You canât seem to pull the container down from the shelf fast enough, hugging it to your chest as you practically run to the nearest open table and plop it down, already almost immersed in setting the device up before you realize heâs staring at you in disbelief.
â... You already have it⊠done?â
He walks closer for a better look, though you anxiously eye his hands - a fire in the lab would be a nightmare to clean up, even with the help of your quirk. Even if you trust him to not be that hot-headed, everyone knew he had to be restrained at his first Sports Festival awards ceremony, and if he damaged your workspace in any way, youâd be the first to restrain him yourself.
âNot done. I actually havenât made any modifications to this in a while, since most of the calculations for it are gross estimates I havenât been able to confirm.â
Until now, anyway.
Luckily, thereâs still some battery life left in the device, and you grasp it with both hands, holding it out, offering to help him try it. Maybe you shouldnât be so forward, especially with him so unusually quiet, but you canât help but be excited - youâre finally getting to test some of your best work (in your humble opinion).Â
He stares at you with some suspicion for a few moments, but slowly offers out his own arm - which is all the trust you need anyway.Â
Almost gleefully, you fit the device to his forearm - which should be ideal placement to absorb shock, based on videos youâve seen of his previous fights. Part of you is still worried about how quiet heâs being, but maybe heâs just tired from training, though you doubt that weak explanation.Â
âHow does it work?â
You gently tug on the device, making sure itâs wrapped taut around his arm - though his arms are a bit more muscled than youâd expected. Good to keep in mind for the future.Â
âFor you, it should activate automatically, since itâs triggered by a chemical reaction with the nitroglycerin when itâs ignited⊠want to test it outside?â
Youâre almost bouncing in excitement from the prospect of getting to finally run some real trials with your inventions, especially since he doesnât seem to have negative feedback yet.Â
âIs it too tight?âÂ
He rotates his arm around, flexing and unflexing slightly.Â
âNo.â
He lets his arm fall to his side, though not before crossing and uncrossing his arms - a force of habit, broken only by the foreign object around one arm, you assume.Â
He starts walking towards the door - and itâs only a moment before you follow. He seems to be walking faster, now, and you canât help but let your hopes soar that heâs just as excited to test your work as you are.Â
You pass a few other support students in the hall, but youâre too thrilled to take much note of the knowing looks they give you - and soon enough, youâre finally outside.Â
Still following behind him, you see him take several long strides into the courtyard⊠before he stretches his hand in front of him, at an angle directly facing the sky above the school gates, and youâre about to panic-yell at him to be mindful of the direction of his explosions, butâŠ
Just as the late evening sky detonates in fumes of orange and grey and yellow, you realize - while you saw the explosion, you barely felt it - just a barely-there tremble of the air around you, despite being only a few feet behind him.Â
The realization hits you just as it seems to hit him, and thatâs the first time youâre awed by Bakugou Katsukiâs smile, grinning up at the sky, at his still-outstretched arm, the way light is reflected in those glimmering ruby eyes despite the bright explosion having dissipated already.Â
seeing you back here is so wild cause we been mutuals for 3 years and iâve gone through mega rebranding đ how have you been??
OMG who are you?!??! Let me love you - thanks for sticking around for a whole 3 years! What's new with you and your blog???
It's wild for me too; I didn't expect anyone at all to be left here from my previous time here! The last time I logged in I was literally in like... high school. And now I'm halfway done with college like, wow???
Bold of u to assume i have a title in mind (prologue, part 1/?)
Pairing; bakugou katsuki x reader
A/N; new au: readerâs sending out surveys and somehow one respondent makes it into a competition; reader is not paid enough to deal with this. So many wild assumptions, even the economics major in me is reeling. Many corners were cut. Iâm mostly sorry. only ooc in this household. shoutout to @lady-bakuhoe whose incredible existence was the impetus for me to write a fic for the first time in 2 years. will i continue this? who knows!
edit: part 2 is here (x)
Your eyes are drawn to the little black text box that pops up in the bottom right corner of your screen - a new email. The subject line - a reply to the email you havenât even finished sending to all the recipients yet.
You click into the notification, expecting it to be one of the business students critiquing your survey design - but no, itâs⊠from the Hero Course. Funny, since theyâre usually off training, and you have to nag most of them multiple times to answer emails, even with the giant â[ACTION REQUIRED]â tag in the subject line.
You sit up from where youâre lazily draped over the bed, kicking aside the blanket as you decide to act more professional when youâre technically still on the clock for work. You shuffle over to the desk, gently placing your laptop on top of it before youâre much less gentle with how you plop yourself into the chair.
The survey was an exercise for the Support Course - meant to develop your communication skills with the heroes you would one day aid in their work. That meant designing a survey that your heroic audience would actually take the time to answer accurately, while providing you with feedback on your designs.Â
Your specialty was in aerodynamics and chemistry - and the Hero Course student you most wanted to design for was Bakugou Katsuki. It was just your luck that he was also probably the worst âclientâ to work for⊠at least from what youâd heard from your classmates. Abrasive, picky, and downright destructive of his equipment - those were your classmatesâ chief complaints about him. But while of course, you understood their annoyance at having to remake his costume every time he ran off into a new scuffle, part of you was attracted to the qualities that others seemed to hate. He was aggressive, and harsh on his support items, yes, but he demanded the best out of his own performance, too. It went both ways. Personally, you appreciated that he knew exactly what he needed, and youâd be happy to try to deliver-
It absolutely sucked, having two desires conflicting like this - one, to dive headfirst into your inventions, to create boundlessly, to really make an impact on the world through the users of your gifts - but the other, to simply create without having to interact with others. You envied people like Hatsume, who seemed to have endless energy to pour into marketing, to not just make, but also share. You?Â
You had an equal ratio of 3D print files and trashed concept art, and a 100:0 ratio of ideas to actually publicized ideas.Â
Sure, youâd tossed some small inventions into the metaphorical ring before, to some praise and interest from major support companies, but youâd always been too damn shy to really push anything to come out of those initial sparks of interest.Â
You opened the email, drafting the survey you were originally planning to send out to Todoroki. He could wait.
Above the answers - quite thoughtfully composed, actually - was a note.Â
âIs this the fastest reply youâve gotten?âÂ
I quietly snort. Seriously? Not everything has to be a competition. But based on the way he acted in the Sports Festival (and everywhere else, letâs be honest)⊠youâre not entirely surprised.
You pause, curiously skimming his answers, slowing down every now and then so you can reciprocate his thoughts with your own, already brimming with fresh concepts to incorporate into existing designs.Â
And... as much as youâd like to spiral into sketches and notes on how to buffer the shock wave effect of his large explosions on his own body, more complex biologic drug compounds to prevent any pulmonary issues from his quirk, and the possibility of adding an automatic shock wave source to his hero costume that would provide destructive interference with any aftershocks of his explosions that might put too much pressure on his body -Â
First.
You check the reply time - he replied nineteen minutes after you sent the initial email.Â
You hit the reply button.
âDear Bakugou -Â
Thank you for the prompt and thorough response! Unfortunately, Midoriya responded to the last survey in eighteen minutes - just a minute before you.Â
- Y/Nâ
You hit send, and navigate promptly to the drafted email you were working on just before this one. While you could just mass email everyone, youâve found that personalizing the emails generally gets better response and completion rates. Still, youâve barely typed out Todorokiâs name before another notification pops up -Â
âDid I beat it yet?â is the entire contents of the email.
You canât help but smile a little - and you almost just reply with a short âYes : )â and leave it at that, butâŠ
This opportunity doesnât come every day. You look at the clock - technically, you could stop now if you wanted. Even on school nights, youâre encouraged to generally stop working before it gets too late, to refresh your mind periodically. StillâŠ
You open your files, navigating to the folder you have for Bakugou. While you have a folder for pretty much every student in the Hero Course, youâve spent much more time designing possibilities for Bakugouâs costume, the potential of a better aerodynamic and versatile all-around tool for him to use in battle.
- Not that youâve ever really shown these designs to anyone, let alone the person they were customized for.
ButâŠ
Screw it.
You attach a couple of files to your reply email.
âYou beat the record.â
You make no written mention of the files - hopefully, heâll see them anyway, because you have no idea how to introduce them out of the blue. Honestly, heâs probably too busy to study them too in-depth, and itâs just as well if he doesnât notice the attachments, anyway. Maybe theyâre not that useful after all.
You hit send again.Â
Itâs hours later when your phone lights up and dings with another notification - you sit up groggily in bed, trying to reach for it while cursing that you forgot to turn your notifications off overnight - when you see itâs another reply from Bakugou. Instantly, youâre awake, as if the man himself had come into your room and directed an explosion into your face.
Did he see your designs?
You scramble to tap on the email in your inbox, accidentally clicking into a reply from Kirishima that you instantly close out of, before you stop, and itâs as if the night has its own inertia in the still silence.Â
âCan I talk to you about these tomorrow?â
Your throat goes dry - you swing your legs out of bed, and toddle to your desk again, turning on the room lights on your way. Flipping up your laptop screen again, you open all the 3D print iteration files, the word documents of notes, the code and corresponding comments, the CAD models, from Bakugouâs folder - thereâs no way youâll be able to sleep tonight.
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