For Some Reason The Versions Of This Where He Gives Two Salutes Is Being Deleted And Replaced With A

it’s cold by the time he meets you on the roof, you should’ve worn something warmer, you should’ve known you were going to be waiting longer than the ten minutes sero said you would.

it’s stupid, it’s stupid how long you wait for him, it’s stupid how you let yourself get cold, it’s stupid when he finally sneaks through the roof door, it’s so fucking stupid. but you let yourself wait.

you think back to the beginning, how he’d caught you up here on your own after a particularly bad day, how you’d let yourself be comforted by him, consoled by him, held.

how it became your little ritual, he’d told you to meet him back up there tomorrow, same time as that night. how he’d done it again and again, to the point that the words never needed to be said, just a quick goodbye and a ‘see you tomorrow.’

you think about how you’d turned down plans, said you were busy, just so you could spent a few hours with him in the dark. it’s stupid.

you should’ve known really, the touches in silence, the whispering when no one was around, how he’d only give you a small wave when he was around his friends, how he brushed off their questions as him ‘just being nice.’ you should’ve known.

how could you? when he spoke to you like that, he liked the way you wore your hair today, he loves your eyes, he’s just a little shy to say more than hi when your around others.

so you let it go on, you let him make you smile, you let him get closer to you, maybe too close. you hate how it becomes the highlight of your day, how it seems to add nothing to his.

maybe that’s harsh, maybe he did seem genuinely upset when you had to cancel for finals, maybe he did miss you, maybe he just missed feeling you. he can’t, not when he’s seen with others, touching them the same way he would you, at the same parties he dismissed you for. he can’t miss you all that much.

the visits become less often, going from daily to maybe once a week, it doesn’t happen overnight, rather over the course of a few months, until you find yourself no longer expecting his messages, no longer expecting to see him, despite wishing nothing more.

you’ve tried to stand your ground, fight the smile on your face when he asks to see you, fight the way your legs seem to move on their own-

but not tonight, not anymore.

you hear him before you see him, how he climbs the side of the building, it reminds you of a night a couple weeks ago, how quickly he’d jumped from the roof at the smallest noise from the door, he’d ran. he’d ran because he didn’t want to be seen, didn’t want to be seen with you.

you feel him before you see him, when he wraps his arms around your shoulders, your legs hanging from the side of the building- “you shouldn’t sit so close to the edge angel- your quirk isn’t made for falling”

it’s stupid, the nickname is stupid, the way he somehow makes you feel incompetent but also so safe is stupid. you can’t- he can’t.

“i don’t think we should do this anymore.”

it’s a beat before he answers, you still haven’t seen him, but you feel his hands drop from your shoulders, the step back he takes as you stand up, ready to leave.

“wait- what?”

you’d been clear, he doesn’t need anymore than what you’ve given him, he can work the rest out himself. you don’t even get past him before he’s grabbing at you- a hand grasping yours, the other pulling you by the waist.

“what are you talking about? angel- cmon what’s got you upset-” upset, your not just upset, you’ve spent time being upset, infact your done being upset, you’ve accepted this, it’s over.

“it’s nothing- i just don’t think this is working anymore-”

maybe it’s the way he looks at you, or the way he’s holding you, grasping, pleading. it almost makes you stay, makes you move closer to him, be held in his embrace.

“it’s- whatever it is- we can work it out- angel-”

he doesn’t get the last word out before your pawing his hands off you, releasing yourself from his grip, his face falls even further.

“cmon- your not actually being serious-”

but you are, and he knows it too, it’s the look in your eyes, your not waiting for him anymore.

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gojo was talking about his day while you chopped stuff for dinner and smacking his hand whenever he tried to taste something, he said he would help you cook but as a good gold retriever he just stand by you watching and babbling.

megumi entered the kitchen, right after he left the shower, hair wet and sticking to his forehead.

the sight made your heart give one strong beat and stop.

that was man that almost took your life and satoru’s all those years ago. the man who shot a little girl. the man who made your best friend abandon everything you knew.

“gross” megumi murmurs and leaves the kitchen.

you didn’t realize what happened until he spoke. satoru was behind you, arms strongly tightened around your figure.

from megumi’s point of view it seemed he was hugging you.

what he couldn’t see was satoru’s tight grip on your hand that held the knife you were using for food with a new, darker, intention.

“easy” he whispered, helping you put the weapon down. when you came back to your senses you gasped and dropped the knife that fell loudly on the sink.

“fuck— satoru, i don’t know what came over me” you hugged yourself, feeling the scar on your chest throb.

your husband softened his grip, now properly hugging you, “do you think he noticed?” you could feel him slightly shaking.

“no, i covered you” you turned to hug him back, kissing the small scar on his forehead, “someday we’re gonna have to—“

“i know” you cut before he could say the inevitable, the scene that haunts you in your dreams, “just not now. we are happy now” his eyes were dark, unlike the crystal blue you always saw.

you kissed his cheek and hugged him tightly. you knew the truth weighted on satoru’s shoulder even more than yours.

“yeah… we’re happy… now” he mumbled on your neck, repeating what you said like a mantra.

he WILL throw his dad at you, dont test him

penis situational

penis metaphorical

wanna know the penis future

ask the penis oracle

*cracks knuckles* okay let’s try this

kentohours -> sugurei

it’s still me!! your favorite leigh!!

rbs are appreciated!! <3

𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢. 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚝.

𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜. 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗?

ngl, not so good. have this massive headache that’s been persisting since 5 pm (it’s currently 8 pm)…

besides that, it’s been quiet. what about you, pooks? <3

relationship dynamics w/ bakugo<3

<s/o who is always cold and bakugo who is always hot/3

<physical touch s/o and acts of service bakugo/3

<s/o who can’t remember what they did 5 minutes ago and bakugo who remembers literally everything/3

<competitive s/o and more competitive bakugo/3

<always talking s/o and an always listening bakugo/3

<extroverted introvert s/o and introverted extrovert bakugo/3

<stubborn s/o vs an equally stubborn bakugo/3

<s/o who can’t really sleep and tired bakugo who stays up with them regardless/3

<*prefers making desserts* s/o and *prefers cooking meals* bakugo/3

<overthinker s/o and bluntly/awkwardly reassuring bakugo/3

<s/o who loves physical affection and bakugo who likes it but isn’t used to it/3

<tired s/o and bakugo who lets them sleep on him/3

<struggling with schoolwork s/o and tutor! bakugo who “patiently” helps them/3

<excited to see bakugo s/o and bakugo who is just happy to see them smile/3

<easily distracted s/o and bakugo who helps them focus/3

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