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[ 10:14 a.m. ] • bakugou katsuki

bakugou katsuki was originally about to head back to the dorms when he heard a rustling beside him. it came from the lush green bushes that lined up the walls of his highschool campus. and behind the greenery was a badly hidden figure sitting on the ground. it was a good morning, the sky was a vibrant blue and everything was pleasant. and you were too big for the small bush you tried to obscure yourself with. it made bakugou snort as he dug his hands to his pockets and looked at you. normally he wouldn't bother but you were an interesting person to him and you were — as much as he hated it — you were his friend.

“what in the fuck are you doing?”

“shut up!”

when you raise your head, his crimson eyes meet your teary ones. you were frowning and looked terrible, biting your lower lip hard to stop the sob from coming. it startles the blonde student a bit but he suppresses that.

“are you crying?”

“no!”

he crosses his arms over his chest and smirks at you, knowingly. “not yet. why don't you just go to your room and cry there, stupid?”

“the tears will fall before i even reach the door, stupid!”

“that's on you then, idiot.”

“what are you even doing here, bakugou?”

he fights the urge to blush from embarrassment. funnily, like you, he's also battling his emotions. bakugou forces a pout and nervously pats the tip of his shoe against the pavement, “just didn't want to be with the other extras yet. you?”

he curiously watches you sigh and look at your hands, “i want to disappear. i just... i miss my home. i like it here but i miss my home. but i can't go back, right? so, i want to disappear and let time pass and wait for all the trouble to go away and return home.”

before you even have a chance to look up and scream at bakugou to not tell anyone about your homesickness, a jacket is thrown to your face. it covers your whole head and neck and you stare at pure black, with the scent of men's cologne and fading sweat.

“here, you can disappear now. just for a while, though. i’m just lending you my jacket.”

it was unexpected of bakugou, which kinda clears up the tears in your eyes.

“go on, cry you big baby.” bakugou urges. “cry while you can. it's stupid.”

“me?” you sniffle.

“yeah, it's stupid of you trying to hold it back when in the end it's going to fall out anyway.”

tears start to roll down your eyes and you sniffle more, “can i – ?”

“ugh, fine you can wipe your tears with it. just shut up now and get on with it.”

“are you gonna stay with me?”

“yeah.” he says. “just for the jacket.”

“okay. thank you, bakugou.”

“tch.”

when you finish crying and pull the jacket down, bakugou’s got a water bottle and a few squares of tissue. “here. you look shitty.don’t you fuckin’ dare tell anyone about this.”

“okay,” you nod, smiling a bit. “that was good, by the way. the crying. can i disappear in your jacket again in the future, bakugou?”

“eh, we’ll see.”

[ 10:38 a.m. ]

CONGRATULATIONS SOUTH PARK ON EPISODE 300!

Despacito oh dios mio

I don’t actually have a specific bingo square in mind, but what I’ve always wanted to see in komahina (or, like, any komaeda ship) would be komaeda dealing with trauma involving planes. It’s just an easy to exploit thing that I feel is underutilized. I guess an easy one would be Survivors Guilt?

Alright another one for the @badthingshappenbingo and cross-posted to Ao3 here.

It’s as short as the last one but I like to think it’s much sweeter.

Warnings: trauma and mental instability. Self-explanatory.

“...mae...da...! Komaeda!”

“Mm...?”

It was still dark out save for the bedside lamp they had, which was now illuminating Hinata’s stricken face.

“Hinata...kun?” Heavy with sleep and confusion, Komaeda squirmed and struggled to push himself up. With a yawn, he gently touched the other’s shoulder. “What’s wrong? Aha, don’t tell me I kicked you.” He smiles easily, head lolling to the side in a tilt. “I’m sorry. You’re a kind person, so you’ll forgive me, right?”

“Komaeda.” Hinata’s expression remained grim, his tone urgent. Komaeda’s smile widens, yet he still flinched when Hinata grabbed his hand and squeezed tightly. “You were having a nightmare.”

“So I did wake you?” He can’t help but laugh softly even as bile threatened to rise up his throat. “That’s really embarrassing.”

“You started crying.”

And to Komaeda’s dawning horror, Hinata’s fingers brushed against his cheek and came back damp.

“You were crying for your parents,” he clarified solemnly. “Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” The words came before he even needed to think. Even someone as useless and wretched as him could get this right. “Oh, no, Hinata-kun. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to bother you about something so insignificant as...”

Hinata covers his mouth. He cuts himself off immediately in response. Hinata grumbles at him, no surprise there, especially when he pulled his hand away as if burned.

He’s disgusted. From someone like mine, he’s definitely—

“Stop.” Hinata’s firm reprimand does get him to pause. Grimacing, Hinata added, “I know what you’re thinking. It’s not like that. It’s... It’s just urgh.” He trails off into an inelegant sputter. “Urgh.”

“Urgh,” Komaeda repeated with slight amusement. He watched with growing amusement as Hinata’s cheeks burned red and Hinata himself got so much more flustered, burying his face in his hands as he let out a beleaguered groan. Komaeda chuckled at this. “You don’t like it when I talk badly about myself, but you still react like this around me. You’re so funny, Hinata-kun.”

One might call it hypocritical, but... In reality, it’s because Hinata-kun’s so kind.

Hinata even flinches. How he wanted to soothe those worry lines on the other’s face.

He remembers how fearful his parents had been, too—

“Ah.” Komaeda swallowed, hearing his heart thump erratically in his ears. Had it been like this since he woke up? How troublesome. “I, um. I’m kind of thirsty. I think... I’m gonna go get a glass of water.”

“Yeah?” Hinata does turn to look at him, and he has a serious look of concentration. Honestly, under normal circumstances, Komaeda would’ve fawned over him but right now—he just wanted to get away.

He’s fortunate enough not to trip. Though, his stomach sinks when he hears Hinata rustling and padding after him.

“Me, too,” Hinata offered pretty lamely. “I’m thirsty, too.”

He pats Komaeda’s shoulder as he passes by, taking the initiative and fetching two glasses. Notably, he gets ice for one and forgoes it for the other. Knowing that Komaeda always preferred his drinks ice cold while Hinata preferred it a little lukewarm. Done without a word, because catering to him had just become routine to Hinata at this point.

I don’t...

“You’re white as a sheet,” Hinata said, setting the iced glass in front of him and feeling his forehead. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“What even is there to talk about...” The words slip before he can think. Komaeda just twists away, stricken. “I’ve become enough of a burden already.”

“You were dreaming about your parents,” Hinata said, making him stiffen. Hinata sipped at his own water coolly. “When I asked you out, I did consider the fact that you’ve been through a lot. It wasn’t a burden so much as a responsibility I took... Hell, I wanted you to rely on me long before that, too.” He takes another sip, and his cheeks are tinted red again. “When you asked to be friends, I wanted...that.”

Hahaha. He’s so cute. So cute it hurts.

“It’s silly,” Komaeda murmured, tracing the rim of the glass. The chill comforts him, because it had been so warm in the wreckage. Too warm. Actually, it had been so hot he thought he was scorching. When he was discovered, he almost died of dehydration...how funny was that? “I accepted my parents’ death years ago. To still have nightmares about it is... Ridiculous.”

I even have nightmares about my dog. Pathetic. And...

He dare not even think about what happened in despair.

“I shouldn’t have survived,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have survived that. I shouldn’t have survived the riots. I shouldn’t have survived the simulation. But I did. Because I have Ultimate Luck.”

“I shouldn’t have survived the Kamukura Project,” Hinata pointed out bluntly. “But I did. And you did. We both did, even when others didn’t. We’re alive and that’s...”

“A burden,” Komaeda said.

“Not a bad thing,” Hinata corrected, albeit awkwardly. “I’m...glad you’re still here.”

Haha. Hahahaha. Ahhh.

“I’m glad that you’re here, Hinata-kun.” How utterly ridiculous. Why was he now—? “D...Did you know? While in despair I... I would... I would sometimes watch videos. Videos upon videos of...aircraft vehicles...”

“Oh.” Hinata sighed, setting his cup aside. “Oh, Nagito.”

“Sometimes there’d be survivors,” he whispered, snuffling as he rubbed at his eyes. God, they stung. “But survivors usually got mauled soon after. At least Naegi-san’s sister...” He laughed weakly and pitifully before his breath caught. “I... I asked for those videos to be made... Those videos were...gifts...”

Hinata embraced him tightly and fiercely, squeezing him as he fell apart.

“I was so lonely. So, so, lonely. I never got to see Mama and Papa very often. I saw so many ads for island resorts. I thought, for my birthday, wouldn’t it be nice if we all...?” He wheezed, choking on a sob. “It was nice... It was such a beautiful, beautiful place that when it came time, I didn’t want to leave...”

“It’s okay,” Hinata murmured into his ear, stroking his hair. “You don’t have to carry this alone, Nagito.”

Hinata holds him, doesn’t even complain when his shoulder gets soaked through. Just keeps petting him and whispering gentle reassurances. What a wonderful idiot he is.

Komaeda hiccups when trying to laugh.

“I... If you die, too...”

“It’ll be hard,” is Hinata’s response, and it’s sardonic as it is kind. “One of Kamukura’s talents is Ultimate Survivor.”

Survivor...

Sniffling, Komaeda does peer over Hinata’s shoulder. Their shadows stretch out, entangled into one entity.

“Survive with me, then,” he found himself saying, gripping Hinata’s back. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

Hinata Hajime didn’t hesitate for a second.

Old art but my humor is still the same.

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Sk8 The Infinity moodboards <3

Please don’t repost

Ad*m’s aunts names are Gaslight Gatekeep and Girlboss

i have so many thoughts about this absolutely bonkers concept that has manifested itself

Do you ship kiribaku?? Or what are you’re shops from bnha?

Hell yeahhhh❤️😍❤️😍

I love Kiribaku 😍

But imagine a gay couple in a major shonen anime?? As masculine main characters????

Probably will not happen 😭😭😭

But I can enjoy the little teases i get here and there...... ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

That being said, I don’t typically have many ships in media that I consume😅 it just hardly ever feels right for me.

(That’s why I write my own romances and things) lol

I will respect anyone’s ships tho! Like what u like!!❤️❤️❤️

Bonus:

Bakugou someone belittles themselves: shiiid, u right.

Bakugou when Kirishima belittles himself: