I Did These Little Icons On Illustrator For An University Project And They Turned Out Pretty Cute I Think.

I’m stronger than I was back when I fought with you, y’know! | 202

Practicing!

He’s got a point, to be honest.

Izuku: Kacchan, would you still love me if I got a bowl cut?

Bakugou: Deku, I swear to god -

Izuku: TODOROKI SAID HE KNEW HOW TO CUT HAIR

me: i wanna write

someone: then… write?

me:

Aizawa: Bakugou, can you please pick up the trash by the camp site?

Aizawa:

Aizawa: nO BAKUGOU PUT MIDORIYA DOWN

Looking down at the exhausted, but finally clean, kitten in your lap, you smiled softly. You had found the little thing half frozen and incredibly ill, some monster having tied it up in a plastic bag and abandoned it in the dumpster. It was only the slight movement from within the bag, that had caught your attention, part of you having assumed it to be a rat of some sort. 

You were glad you had checked.

Though the kitten had stunk to high heaven, you were more concerned about warming it up, and had spent a good couple hours slowly warming up the tiny fur ball in the sink, not having wanted it to go into shock by warming it up too quickly. Once it had warmed properly and was moving a little more, you had hastily washed what you could from its body, before gently wrapping it in a towel, wishing you had a hair dryer.

Much to your relief, the kitten had eaten quite well as you fed it by hand, keeping it wrapped up until it dried. By the time you had unwrapped the tiny little thing, it had fallen fast asleep, little belly full and body finally a safe temperature. 

Running your fingers over its soft belly, you snickered  softly, watching the way its little paws twitched as it dreamed. Who could possibly harm such a sweet little thing, you would never know.

Deciding that you should probably find something to let it sleep in, you carefully started to pick it up from your lap, only to freeze, feeling something odd on its back. With careful, slow movements, you rolled it over, lips twitching as it simply remained asleep. 

You were gentle as you ran your fingers over the strange growths on its back, trying to figure out what they were. As if in answer to your question, the tiny kitten stretched sleepily in your palm, both growths abruptly spreading wide with a tremble, before tucking back into its side as it drifted back off contentedly.

Dumbfounded, you stared down at the “kitten”, trying to absorb the fact that yes, your new little furry companion did in fact, have bat wings of all things.

You needed a drink.