"that Ship Isn't Canon! That Character Isn't Gay!" Well Thats Not What The Voices Told Me

IZUKU STUDYING LATE AT NIGHT!!1!1!!1 (cause I’m also always drawing him late at night hehe)

(I am so sorry that like half of my posts r me crying ab izuku 😔😔🫶🫶💖💖 I love our manz)

She didn't erase all my pain or offer to solve all of my problems. She didn't fix everything that was broken. But that's not what I needed anyway. Not really. What mattered most was that... she stayed.

sugar, mitsuki & masaru.

560. fluff. in love with katsuki’s parents in a fond way. their dynamic is every important to me. masaru loves his wife so much and you should too. ( threat )

mitsuki makes her way into the kitchen just as the digital clock strikes 7.

it’s moments like these, suspended in time, that masaru truly gets to admire his wife’s serenity. mair a mess from rolling straight out of bed, robe sloppily hanging off one shoulder, and the matching house slippers katsuki surprised the two of them with two christmas’ ago that she refuses to throw out adorning her feet. unmistakably her.

he smiles into his coffee and she throws him a look.

“what.” bitten off with a yawn and tapered off into something soft. unmistakably her.

“nothing, nothing,”

he sets to making her own cup and she smiles at him gratefully, pillow lines curving into her cheek just barely. and when he stirs milk into her coffee under her watchful gaze—very particular about the amount, she was—he realizes he’s smitten. a love born from the most uncanny of pairs held steadfastly for many years, and here he was, cheeks reddening at the thought of having a crush on his wife.

mitsuki sends him the second odd look of the morning. It's only been six minutes.

he clears his throat. “creamer?”

“mhm,”

he’s asked what it’s like ‘dealing with her’ a lot, lines blurred between joke and concern. and while he can agree that the two of them do make for a sight to behold, he’d do it all over again and still choose her. they didn’t see the funny faces she makes when she’s on the phone with a client she absolutely loathed, or the way she lit up at the sight of small dogs, or the hidden pride she had whenever someone talked about their son.

he’s mellowed out, now, she’d commented once with a faint sigh. he hadn’t missed the way the corners of her lips had turned up every so slightly, or the way her fingers had curled into the fabric of her skirt. the school’s been a good environment for him. was worried he’d never change, and… i recognize a part of it’s my fault as well.

masaru knows she’s the first person most would blame, but he knows he’s been too lenient, too underspoken. it’s a weight the two of them carried unspoken, each held down by the what if’s and could have been’s. but progress has been made, steps made towards a relationship better than what was left of it. he knows they still hover, awkward, ashamedly so–he’s so grown. so much more responsible–but they try. And while he doesn’t show it, he can tell that katsuki appreciates it nonetheless. (even if they are a little embarrassing.)

“sugar?”

“yes?”

he stops stirring abruptly, desperately fighting back the flush threatening to spread across his features, and gives her a pointed look of slight exasperation. he only relents when mitsuki poorly tries to hide a grin into the palm of her hand, her quiet snort a dead giveaway.

masaru sighs fondly and adds two spoonfuls of sugar. nineteen years and he’s still falling for the same jokes. he supposes it’s worth it, getting to see her smile like that.

sliding the cup over when finished, he watches as she takes the first sip, something horridly sappy banging alongside his heart when she hums her delight, content lifting her lips into a brilliant smile.

“thank you.” for choosing me. for katsuki. for the coffee.

definitely worth it.

I crave for some fics where bkg just...crushes on his classmate,,nothing more..nothing less,,,just some highschool puppylove.

There are days where bakugou wonders how it would feel if you had awoken in his arms. He cooks early in the morning fantasizing that he's making food for two.

Days where soft rain pours outside his window, morning spent daydreaming of you shaking him awake on a Saturday to tell him that it's raining.

He blinks at his ceiling and sighs, forcing himself to get ready and go to the common area.

You're sitting near the window. Bakugou can see a mug in your hand with a mysterious liquid he can only guess could be tea. He sneaks by you into the kitchen.

"Bakugou?"

He hears your voice call out to him softly. For a brief moment, he pinches his eyes closed and sighs. He turns his body around and glares to your hunched figure.

"Hah?"

You wave softly at him before returning your gaze at the soft rain that pours outside. Bakugous eye twitches and he grips his fists tightly before retreating back into the kitchen. The sound of plates hitting each other cut through the air, his mind unconsciously grabbing 3 eggs and oiling up a pan.

You shift in once hearing your name being called.

"'Made some shit for you. Know you don't eat breakfast so hurry up."

Bakugou watched as you walk bewilderingly, wobbling out of your blanket-like-cocoon and to the dining table. 2 plates were placed shoulder to shoulder, one lathered with—what seemed to be hot sauce.

The plates are cleaned within a few minutes. And with a satisfied grunt from Bakugou, he turned to leave towards his dorm.

"Ah..thank you for the meal, Bakugou."

He departs with a gentle smile on his face, finally, finally, he cooked for you. Face planted on his palm with closed eyes as images of you and him together float around his head.

September will be filled with joy.

September will be filled with love.

September will be filled with trust.

September will be filled with peace.

September will be filled with happiness.

September will be filled with blessings.

Can we go back to 2020 peak hq fandom age?

Some Oikawas I drew for an event on Twitter!

I want to dye my hair blue so bad.

LIKE RAAAHGGG

i'm about to be snowed in (by texas standards) so maybe ill finally get around to writing something !!

ALSO !! i bought this book Bonjour tristesse, to help me with my french reading and i'm so excited to start it !!

bnha kpop idol!au.

bkg as the lead dancer and main rapper. todoroki as the face of the group, lead vocalist, main dancer, and maknae, midoriya as main vocalist and centre (fans love how expressive he is), kirishima as the leader, sub rapper and sub vocalist, denki is also a centre and main rapper, SERO IS ALSO A MAIN DANCER!!!! i will not let this one go, y'all can argue on me with everything EXCEPT sero as a main dancer, he's also a sub rapper and lead vocalist.

hc that todoroki and sero choreograph some of their dances, bkg, kirishima, and midoriya compose their tracks, and denki is just... being denki (doing fan service LMFAOOO)

bkg is also the most popular member, hands-down. the people just love him for how unlovable he can be.

also everyone is a visual bc i said so xoxoxoxo